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Health class was obviously going to be much different than the other classes. There was no blackboard, just a large whiteboard with a jumble of alphabet magnets. Instead of desks, there was one large low table in the middle of the room with colourful beanbags instead of chairs, and placed around at key points on it were a number of battered old kitten tins filled with markers. The teacher was also markedly different, in manner and appearance: her neatly braided hair was a riotous pink-tangerine colour, and underneath her blouse she wore a pair of bellbottoms with plaid patches on the knees. She also wore more bangles than was possibly physically possible or necessary, and jangled as she walked. Her desk also seemed to consist entirely of a jumble of pens and photographs.

"Hurry, hurry!" she cried out to stragglers. "You only have me once a week, we've got loads to do today. Quick! Seats! Move! Go! Don't get anything out your bags, just dump them by the door, please! Excelente!"

Health? Why did they need a class about health? It was funny that Riley would wonder that, considering her arm was still locked tight in a cast. She trudged in, looking around the room suspiciously. Her backpack was slung over her left shooulder, but she quickly slid it off without a second thought. Like she wanted to use the stuff that was in there anyway. Still deeming the room strange, though perhaps warming up to the no desks thing, she plopped down onto the nearest beanbag with a small smile.

He already knew he would hate this class. He would hate it with a passion, Antony thought as he placed his bag to the side and walked in, looking the place over. It looked as if a rainbow had thrown up.

How and WHY was this mandatory? He sighed and walked over to the beanbag next to Delilah, sitting down only to jump slightly as it sunk with his weight. He moved forward, perching on the edge.

Delilah started at the sound of her name and turned attentively towards the boy who had just entered. Before she could do or say anything, though, another boy appeared behind him and pushed past. Ignacio paused suddenly and spun on his heel. "Harper!" he called. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Riley and noted that there were conveniently enough bags near her. Neatly, he tugged at Harper's sleeve and motioned for him to follow. Then he bounced over and collapsed on the blue beanbag beside Riley. "Hey, there."

Riley didn't seem to notice that most of the other kids seems to sit half a world away from her. Being left out was obviously something she didn't notice. She grinned widely as Iggy took a seat next to her, giving his tail a familiar tug. She then leaned back, shifting herself around so that her legs were crossed and her broken arm was held in the sling across her lap. "This sure beats chairs, hu?"

As the teacher started the lesson she cocked her head, looking a little bored by it already. "Not drown?" she said seriously. Honestly, safty wasn't exactly her best...um...subject. Her arm was a good example of what happened when you followed her reckless methods.

Manuela had almost started taking notes when Ms. Lindy was talking, then a question was posed. Almost immediately her hand shot up, not having any concept of a Teacher's Pet. "Ms. Lindy," she called, "Ms. Lindy I have one."

Ignacio shrugged. "Don't stay underwater longer than you can hold your breath," he offered. Wriggling, he attempted to find a better position in the chair. Sitting like this, on his tail, was really uncomfortable.

Oh, it just kept getting better, Antony thought in disgust as he caught sight of Harper. The annoying one had grown. And obviously STILL had no concept of manners.