Galafray's Monster Academy ~*P*R*I*V*A*T*E*~

Pointless poll tiem~!

Noob.	10.0%	[ 2 ]
HECK YEAH!	20.0%	[ 4 ]
Eggs.	25.0%	[ 5 ]
Haha.. I'm ignoring the "private" sign.. XD I'm cool.	25.0%	[ 5 ]
*raeps poll*	20.0%	[ 4 ]
Total Votes:			[ 20 ]

[Seven Strike]

Sable sat in his desk, trying to ignore the concerned, confused, and somewhat angry stares from the girls around him. He WAS gone with Emiri for a while... And worst of all, he was trying not to think. Not thinking about thinking. Do you realize how difficult that is? Go ahead and try it. I'll wait.

See?

~

Claire, glancing back at Dexter, shrugged a bit and whispered uneasily back, "I sat near him at lunch.. It was... odd.."

Just then, a skeleton burst through the door! Oh no wait.. that's a man HOLDING a skeleton.

The teacher, a shorter, stocky man with a curly beard and struggling a bit under the weight of the skeleton display, finally stumbled to the other end of the room and placed it down. After a quick pause to catch his breath, he walked behind the desk and smiled widely at the class. "HELLOOOO~" he said cheerfully. "Sorry I'm late but uhh.. I had a few SKELETONS to deal with." He paused. "Gettit..?"

There was a unified groan.

[spaztastic psycho]

Emiri stared at the front of the classroom, ignoring the thoughts that were buzzing around everyone's heads. She rubbed the side of her head lightly, it was going to be a LONG class.

~

Dexter looked up at the teacher. The joke really wasn't that funny. It wasn't really even funny at all. Dexter tapped his fingers on his desk lightly.

[Seven Strike]

The teacher, giving a short glare at Sable before looking up to the rest of the class, said, "NOW class, I'm Ms. Parke." She turned around, picking up a stack of note cards. "To cut to the chase, these are info cards. I need you to fill them out in the format listed on the board. This should include any alergies or complications you have- and you KNOW what I mean- so that I can make my labs as safe as possible." She set down a few cards at the front of each row, expecting the students to pass them back. "Take a few minutes with that while I handle roll."

~

After a few moments, the teacher coughed uneasily. "Yes.... well... uhhh... SO! Just so we can get to know each other-" He walked to the board, fumbling with a peice of chalk* and quickly scribbling on the board in large letters:

MR. GARDENER

"I'm Mr. Gardener and I will be your Biology teacher." He smiled widely. "Yes.. it is a bit of a pun. ANYWHO- ahhhhh..." He glanced around. "Well... it's kind of the first day... not just for you but for me too! It's my first year teaching Biology and ahhhh.... Quite frankly I have NO idea what I'm doing! Haha.. So.. what would YOU all like to do for the first day? Introduce yourselves... Learn a little about me.. ahh.. go over what we're going to do this semester...." He looked at the kids expectantly.

Claire smiled uneasily. Poor guy.. he was dying up there.


((*TEACHER'S GOT THE CHALK! XD))

[spaztastic psycho]

Emiri sighed, reaching forward as the note cards were passed back. She took one off of the stack, and held it back over her shoulder for Sable to get.

~

Dexter moved nervously in his chair. What was up with all the teachers being unprepared?

Gwen tapped her fingers lightly on her desk, leaning her head against her palm and staring out of the window.

[Seven Strike]

Sable, snatching the card stack form her, took one for himself and passed the rest back. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a very small pencil (how else was it going to fit into his tight jeans, preeow?) and started to fill out the note card.

At least I won't have to sit by her tomorrow.. he thought without thinking.

"OH! And just so there's no confusion in the future- where you are sitting now is going to be your assigned seat until further notice."

Sable hit his head to the desk.

~

Mr. Gardener's plump face was beginning to turn red and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. "AHH... a-anyone? Surely someone here wants to do SOMETHING?"

Claire sunk down a bit. She wasn't going to answer.

The strange boy raised his hand.

Mr. Gardener let an inward- but obvious- sigh of relief. "Yes! You- ahhh..... What's your name?"

The boy blinked, his face frozen in seriousness. "That's classified," he said simply. "And I was suggesting that you go over the importance of checking for spies."

The class turned and stared.

Mr. Gardener blinked. Was.. was this kid serious?

[spaztastic psycho]

Emiri hid a smile while she began filling out her own information card. She didn't particularly want to sit in front of Sable, but, if he was upset about it, then it made her happy.

~

Gwen turned around, looking at the strange boy.

Dexter looked at the boy, and without really thinking, said, "Well, what happens if you're a spy, and you are just trying to throw off suspicion by calling out others?"

[Seven Strike]

Sable pondered acting up in class and bothering Emiri until the teacher was forced to move him.. but then he remembered he had a reputation. Grumbling, he finished his card and continued to brainstorm.

~

The boy's eye twitched under his brightly glaring glasses. He quickly jumped up his feet, slamming his hands down onto his desk "Trying to convince everyone that I'm a spy for accusing others of being spies?! What a dispicable move!!" He pointed an accusing finger. "You must be a spy!!"

Mr. Gardener brought up his hands and waved them frantically. "WOAHWOAHWOAH!! Let's calm down! No one here is a spy, so please.. sit DOWN!!"

The boy remained standing for a few moments, then slowly sat back down in his uncomfortable position and pushed his glasses up on his nose. He knew that not-ghost boy was bad...

Sighing a bit, Mr. Gardener cleared his throat. "Yes.. well... uhhm.."

Claire's eye were wide, and slightly frightened.

[spaztastic psycho]

Emiri listened in on Sable's thoughts. She didn't want to get another ''surprise attack'' from him. This time, she wanted to be prepared for anything he decided to do.

~

Dexter blinked, a bit... worried. This boy, whose name was apparently classified, REALLY needed some help. Some mental help. Dexter turned around again.

Gwen shook her head, then returned to staring out of the window.

[Seven Strike]

Sable ran his hand through his dark hair and He wastrying to think but at the same time, he couldn't think because Emiri was probably listening, but he HAD to think to think of a way out of this but but but.. GAH!! COOKIES!!!

~

The boy continued to glare at Dexter through his glasses.

"Well.. ah... ATTENDENCE! Yes! I still need to do that! OK!" Mr. Gardener stammered quickly, fumbling around on his desk and triumphantly pulling out a paper. In all honesty- he remembered the attendence partly because he remembered he needed to do it, and mostly because he was curious about the strange boy's name. "Let's see.. ahhh... Asplund, Dexter?"

There were a few very obvious giggles. It was a silly name.

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter's cheeks turned a bit red. "Here.." He said, raising his hand slightly so Mr. Gardener could see him. He looked down quickly.

~

Emiri twitched slightly, what could be so good about those cookies that Sable was always thinking about them.

[Seven Strike]

"AH! Thank you~!" Mr. Gardener said, smiling at Dexter and making a quick mark on his role. "Let's see.... next iiiiiiiiiis......"

ATTENTION: Due to laziness and the prevention of future paradoxes on the part of the narrator, we would like to refrain from naming off the rest of the list and instead leave it up to you imagination up til J.

-Thank you.

"Johnson, Gwen?"

~

Sable was now imagining a large, warm, deliscious cookie baking in the oven. The house filling with the aroma of it's chocolatey chipy goodness. And that fresh-out-of-the-oven moistness as he breaks it apart and is about to take a bite-
Sable was now drooling a bit on his desk, his stomach growling.
NEVER
SKIP
LUNCH.

[spaztastic psycho]

Emiri's stomach turned, longing for the warm, chocolate chip cookies. She didn't skip lunch, but, she didn't actually eat alot. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she turned around and looked at Sable when his stomach growled. "You're drooling." She said simply.

~

Gwen raised her hand, "Here." She said.

Dexter was drawing random lines on a single linned peice of paper.

[Seven Strike]

Sable looked up. "Hunh?" he asked, still in a daze. He glanced down at the small puddle he'd formed on his desk. "OH..." Wiping his wrist across the corner of his mouth, he mumbled a dazed, "Thanks," which he probably would have never said, had he not been so hungry. He then proceded to use the corner of his sleeve to mop up the rest... His stomach growled again loudly, this time causing a fw people to galnce around.

~

"OOOOOOkay," Mr. Gardener said, marking it down.
"Palmer, Samuel*"

A boy near the front of the class raised his hand.

"Thank you! Now ahhhhhh...." Mr. Gardener blinked. Wait... is this... even a real name? How did you pronounce it? Better not risk screwing it up.

"Last name: River?"

The boy in the back of the class raised his hand, staring with a slight resentment at the teacher. Not that you could really tell.

The teacher sighed. Figures it was this kid. "Ahh.. I realize that it's classified, but you don't suppose you could pronounce your first name for me, Mr. River?"

The boy glanced a way a bit, remaining silent. Finally, looking back at the teacher, he said in an obviously conceited way, "YOU may refer to me as........" he thought for a moment. "K.R."

Mr. Gardener sighed, not wanting to argue with this boy and his strange, explosive temper. "Alright then.. K.R. it is." He marked the sheet. "Next, St. Vincent, Claire?"

Claire raised her hand shyly, but she was still staring at the boy with curiosity. Why won't he say his real name?


((*Famous painter. XD))

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter glanced back at the weird kid. What was so 'classified' about his name that he couldn't even say it outloud.

Oh well.

~

Emiri nodded a bit, and turned back around. She leaned her hand against her head, bored.

[Seven Strike]

Mr. Gardener called out the last name or two and finsihed marking them down. He sighed, glad to be done with that. "Alrighty then.. now that that's over... so.... ah..... what would you all like to do now?"

Claire glanced around. NO hands?

K.R. sulked angrily in his desk. They SHOULD be going over the importance of identifying spies and how to repeal aliens from Earth... I mean.. what ELSE are you supposed to talk about in Biology?

~

Sable hit his head to the desk, still imagining cookies.
...

"Is something wrong, Mr. Caldwell?"

Sable glanced up. Ms. Parke was standing over him. Oh joy..
"No ma'am. Just suffering from post-first day exhaustion," he said with a charismatic smile.

Scowling a bit, Ms. Parke replied, "Mr. Caldwell, there's no such condition- and if you're feeling so tired, then might I suggest sleeping at a regular time?" And with that, she continued down the rows of desks.

Sable grimaced. How did that old bat even know my name? He then noticed the cards in her hands. Oh.. that's how.