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The Improbable Dram: Space Cases of the FUTURE!!!!
the first day of second semester: IN DETENTION!!!! [CLOSED] 
23rd-Jan-2007 01:42 am
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Characters: Everyone who's anyone. Meaning the kiddos and the teacher(s, possibly.)
Content: For being such losahs, they get to be in remedial classes. And there they will be. Like the Breakfast Club! Kind of.
Setting: The classroom.
Time: Morning.
Warning: Nothing so far...

Dr. Flaggle-floo took a look around the classroom. It was not a good start to her morning. She didn't particularly want to be stuck in this classroom with the delinquents of Starcademy for who knows how long it would take them to become functioning students. Days? Months? No one could say. But oh well. Duty was duty. And this was hers. It takes a village to raise a child! And one badass Dr. Flaggle-floo to whip a few kids into shape. That was how she looked at it, anyway.

She got up from her desk and gave the students a very teacher-y look that said "I am about to address the classroom now, so sit down and shut up." Then she spoke.

"Hello, class. I am Dr. Flaggle-floo, and you are all here because you failed all of your classes last semester. I don't care about how or why that happened, I care about getting you all back on the right track so you don't flunk out. Because everyone is a special delicate flower. And you four just need extra time to blossom. Let's see... we have Snorlax Band from Earth; Misa 164 from Andromeda; Trenton Gansley from Earth, and Selyna from... it doesn't say. Ugh. How bothersome. Anyway, is that all of you?"
25th-Jan-2007 03:19 am (UTC)
"If you're both such good examples, why are you here in the first place?" Snorlax scoffed. "And Trent, that's your name, right? She doesn't hear voice in her head. She just has hearing times a billion. Don't be stupid. And stop asking people to play games with you! We don't want to play a game!!"

He was feeling very frustrated. He might've actually put forth the effort to write the stupid essay, if he had any idea what to write. What was he supposed to say? 'I think I'm Snorlax Band, the failure of my family. My sisters are both amazing and smart and Stardogs and I'm failing all my classes. Anything I think I'm good at, they have done and done a million times better.' But then, no. That was just a asking for pity and he didn't want that.

Snorlax got out of his chair hastily. "Just forget this. I'm not sticking around here. You don't have to come with me. I just thought I'd offer." And with that he made a bee-line for the door and slammed it behind him.
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