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

Pointless poll tiem~!

Noob.		16.7%	[ 2 ]
HECK YEAH!		25.0%	[ 3 ]
Eggs.		16.7%	[ 2 ]
Haha.. I'm ignoring the "private" sign.. XD I'm cool.		16.7%	[ 2 ]
*raeps poll*		25.0%	[ 3 ]

Total Votes: 12

[Seven Strike]

Coach Pain marched quickly to the boy's locker room door and slammed open the door.

Inside were rows and rows of lockers painted in the school's colors. In between each row was a painted bench, long since vandalized by previous generations of "____ was here"s. On the far side was an open archway that led into the shower room/bathroom.

Grabbing a clipboard that was sitting on the nearest row of benches, the male coach barked to the boys, "ALRIGHT!! LINE UP IN AL-FA-BET-EE-KULL ORDER!!"
He pronounced each syllable of the word "alphabetical" with a strange, taunting malice.

Reading the attendence off the clipboard quickly, he listened to the boys scramble to get in order....

~

Claire followed the line into the girl's locker room. It was nearly identical to the boys described above yet strangely... cleaner feeling.

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter quickly hurried to the spot very much near the front of the forming line. Luckly, Asplund came after an 'Abbott' 'Adams' and 'Anderson'. He glanced over at the rest of the boys, spoting the very strange boy from last block. He wondered what the boy's real name was, surely it wasn't K.R., who would name there kid THAT?


Emiri glanced around at the group of girls, not many of them were interesting. She pulled her mind out of the thoughts as Coach Hurts walked over to the slightly less-vandalized looking benches compared to the boys. "You will have assign seats. You will sit there everyday. You will not talk when I take the roll every day." Coach Hurts picked up her whistle again, and gave a sharp blow. " I SAID THERE WILL BE NO TALKING!"

Two girls who had been whispering to each other behind their hands quickly stoped all sounds, staring wide eyed at Coach Hurts.


Emiri smirked a bit, waiting for it.... wait for it... wait-

"Twenty laps after class, both of you!" Coach Hurts snaped, then began calling out each name in alphabetical order, pointing at a spot on the bench when she called each name.

[Seven Strike]

Though you couldn't tellfrom the glare on his lenses- K.R. was intently glaring at Dexter. If looks could kill....

Coach Pain, reaching the R's, stared at K.R, nodded a bit, and made a smug look that was about 4 steps below a smile. "Good to see you again, River. Can we count on you being on the team again this year?"

K.R. shrugged with boredom and got in his place.

After finishing up his roll, the coach glared at his students. "ALRIGHT JERRY, I'M FINISHED!!!" he called.

A very short, mousy-looking man scurried into the room from a door on the opposite corner of the room from the showers marked "OFFICE". He carried a scale, measuring chart, and had measuring tape hung around his neck like a scarf. When he reached the boys, he set down a scale. Moving in short, jerky movements, he spoke in short, half-finished scentenctes that all ran together like, "Well actually my name is notb-but you can call meoh m-my look at the t-timeI should g-get started nowhmmyes."
Motioning to the first boy in the line, he pulled the boy onto the scale when he was close enough to reach him and then almost immediatly dragged him off. He worked quickly, taking off his measuring tape and measuring the boy in reacord time. Taking the clipboard from Pain, the man wrote down the boy's measurements and then proceded to the next boy...

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Claire's eyes widened. WOW. That's a harsh punishment.... It was a good thing she almost never talked. Hearing her last name, she scrambled to the spot on the benches, not wanting to anger Hurts. She couldn't help but notice her spot was somewhat close to the end- her last name starting with an "S".

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter shuffled slightly backwards nervously. He didn't really want to know how much he weighed, or what his measurements were. He watched as Jerry (who... we will just keep calling Jerry, because he never finished his sentence) sped threw taking measurements and weights of the boys ahead of him.

~

Coach Hurts continued to call out names untill she finally got down to Emiri's last name. She stared at it for a few seconds, "... That asain?" She asked, looking up at Emiri.

Emiri twitched a bit. "Yes..." Emiri paused for a second, then quickly added "Ma'am."

Coach Hurts nodded, "Well, get in your spot!" She then turned to the rest of the class. "Memorize where your spot is, if i see you sitting anywhere else, You'll get 100 laps around gym, Do i make myself clear?!"