How Green Becomes Wood

"You'll have to ask him. I'm glad nobody I know works, or worked, at the school. It'd be too weird. I guess it's good he was at least liked, though. Imagine if your dad worked at the school but he was the teacher everyone hated." Milo mused, imagining the entire student body hating him by association. "You'd be a pariah."
 
"We started out as the pariah, so that wouldn't have been too bad," Xander replied, finally lifting his head. "It is kind of weird, but not bad. And not everyone loves him. Some seem to really think he's actually some... I dunno, CIA, mafia, nutjob thing, and some just didn't like him because he wasn't intimidated or would put up with their sh**."

"It was nice when he worked here. We were allowed to go up to his classroom for a nice, quiet lunch," Alec confided.
 
"That's something I would've liked..." Milo replied, "I don't like how loud the cafeteria is. It's really overwhelming. I think schools would be better if they had a talkative cafeteria and a silent cafeteria."
 
"Yeah, like that'd ever happen in a school any of us could afford to actually go to," Xander said dryly.

"It could happen, theoretically," Alec said hopefully, but he quieted when the teacher came into the room to start class.
 
Milo shrugged, knowing it wasn't an option, but he still had a dream. As the teacher walked in, he murmured, "I also wish there was a nap room." Then, he took out his notebook and gave his attention to the teacher.
 
A nap room would be nice, Alec thought. It would be lovely to lay his head down for just a little bit and relax and not think. Thinking was starting to hurt his head, and the day had only just begun! He blamed it on the weird dream he'd had the night before and waking up on the wrong side of the bed. He let himself at least drop the cheerier expression he'd been wearing and let himself relax. It was school, and an expression of concentration looked a lot like a grumpy face, anyway, so he could blend right in. He could hardly wait for the day to be over. He already wanted to go home, but he was determined to make the best of it!
 
On their way to history class, Milo again attempted to make conversation, "Did you end up talking to our teacher about the poster? You seemed really focused on it yesterday." He never really knew what to say to anyone, but he could tell when someone like Alec was upset, and he knew if your friends were upset, you tried to do something about it. But he didn't have experience knowing what that something was.
 
"Not yet. I meant to after school, but with everything else, I forgot, so I'm going to after class." He paused as they approached the room. "Or maybe before class? Would that be better? It might be better before."
 
"Surely you'd at least tell someone, like even your grandparents or your mother," Alec commented. He decided he would tell the teacher after class. It would be easier as the others filed out to hang back and talk to her rather than talk to her as everyone filed in behind him.
 
"I mean, I'd tell my mom, sure. Maybe my grandma. But I wouldn't tell the teacher that they're wrong or anything. I mean, someone else probably would, but like..." He shrugged, looking down, "I just can't... argue, like that. I can complain later, but not to them."
 
"That's okay, as long as you can tell someone when someone get something really wrong," Alec shrugged, going to take his seat.

Xander heaved a sigh, knowing they'd have to hang back together. Alec talked a big game when they were together, but he was a lot quieter and unsure when they were apart. Xander resigned himself to sticking behind for their father's sake.
 
Milo blinked at Alec wordlessly for a few moments and then pointed one finger towards Xander. He couldn't fight any battles himself, but Xander could. Even if the teacher hadn't been about to start class, he wouldn't have said anymore. The little gesture said enough, he thought.
 
Xander glanced at Milo and frowned slightly. He understood Milo's gesture, but he was also strangely confused by it. Yes, he absolutely would stand in Milo's place or at his back, whichever he chose, but why did Milo trust him like that when Milo didn't seem to even like him that much? At least, not enough to rank him over birds? He decided to brush it away and focused on the lesson. He was probably overthinking it or underrating Milo's love of birds.

Alec saw the nod and stared at Milo for a hair longer than he normally would before forcing himself to look away. Right. He had Xander. He could rely on Xander for his help, even if he didn't hold Xander in esteem over birds. Over anything. Right now, Xander was probably the most reliable person in his life who wouldn't tell him what to do or boss him around, and it seemed like he would depend on Xander, but only when he wanted to. Only when he needed something. Milo barely even talked to them without someone else starting the conversation! Xander was the one putting all the work into this relationship, and Milo was barely giving back. How was that fair? Yes, yes, Milo had problems and anxiety and all the rest of it, and Alec did recognize that it was hard, but this hard? Holding back this much? Contributing this little? It just didn't seem fair.

The history lesson covered another large section of history including one culture, the Hittites, that historians and archeologists had thought were made up myths and stories until someone discovered hard evidence of their existence. That was pretty cool, but Alec couldn't focus. He wanted his brain to shut up! It was being so negative! And a small part of himself wanted to give up and let it. His shoulder bothered him even with the pain meds, the lights were bright, he was tired, and everything bothered him. No, he couldn't focus on that. He had to let it go. Deep breaths, calming thoughts, let it go. Let it go. Think about the good things. Like how Milo had at least come to them today. Like how if asked he often said yes to things. Like coming over for the weekend, or for a day of the weekend. That was good!

Class ended, and Alec loitered behind as he had to face another negative thing: correcting a teacher. He waited until there were only a couple of other kids filing out before he approached the teacher. "Ma'am? Sorry, um, I think there's been a mistake on one of the posters."

"Oh? I'm sure a couple of them do have mistakes, and I did mark those," the teacher said, distracted as she shuffled some papers on her desk.

"Well, it's the one about the war in Iraq," Alec pushed on. "I didn't notice any corrections."

She glanced toward the poster. "Oh, that one. There's nothing wrong with that one."

"The numbers, they aren't the correct numbers with war casualties," Alec told her. "According to my father, who was-"

"Alec," she said, straightening, "I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, but parents sometimes get things wrong. Yes, even teachers do, but in this, I am correct. Those are the official numbers presented by the US government. Those are the correct ones to see on that poster."

Xander stepped forward now. "There were corrections later," he protested. "Those corrections were also posted by the government."

"That is enough," she said, still calm and perfectly polite but firm. "I have personally checked those numbers, and I am very familiar with all of the turmoil in that part of the world. I am satisfied with my findings, and the poster is fine as it is. If this is an attempt to sabotage another student, I am afraid you have failed."

"Being satisfied doesn't mean you found the right source!" Xander protested.

She picked up a sheaf of paper and gently tapped it into order. "Grades are in, and everything is finalized. If you will excuse me, the next class will be here in just a minute," she said firmly.

Xander started to say more, but Alec caught his sleeve and pulled. "Thank you for your time, ma'am," he said and guided Xander out.

"Seriously? I am satisfied with my findings?" Xander protested.

"Maybe she didn't realize the numbers had been updated. There's a lot to keep up with these days, after all," Alec suggested. "I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it, and we did our job of suggesting that something is wrong. That's all we can do."
 
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While the twins spoke with their teacher, Milo chose to wait in the hall for them. He could have chosen to go straight to his English class, but he wanted to be there. When they stepped out, he raised his head and shuffled over to them, "How did it go?"
 
Alec looked at Milo, surprised to see him. "Well, she didn't get upset, but she didn't think 5he answer was wrong and won't correct it."

"Thought we were trying to get someone else a worse grade," Xander grumbled angrily.
 
"Oh. That's a... I mean, I guess I can kinda understand thinking that, but it's weird to not even listen or discuss it. 'Cause if I were a teacher, I'd think, these are students who really care about their education or whatever. But I guess it's not really that big of a deal?" He looked at the two of them, trying to say the correct thing.
 
"She also doesn't even have time to run to the bathroom, so maybe she just didn't have time to discuss it," Alec said, trying hard to look for more positive reasons why she wouldn't have wanted to discuss the numbers. "I guess it is just one poster with one set of wrong numbers."

"She should have listened," Xander said bluntly. "It is important, and it is the spread of misinformation."

Alec huffed. "You didn't even want to talk to her at all, so what's with the white knight response now?" he groused.

"Because she shoved you off," Xander mumbled, annoyed.
 
"Maybe she'll look at it again when she has more time?" Milo offered despite doubting it, his hands shoved deep down in his pockets, "Anyway, I should get to English. Just wanted to, you know, see how things went."
 
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