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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?"
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23rd-Jan-2007 07:03 pm (UTC)
Selyna regarded her fellow classmates cooly, unsure why the teacher had included her in the group of students who had failed their classes. It wasn't her fault that her teachers had realized she was a telepath and had automatically assumed she had cheated on every test. It also wasn't her fault that she was not very good at this strange planet-dweller language. Her foster-father had tried to teach her, but some things just weren't in her nature.

She shrugged her cloak off of one shoulder and raised her hand at her name, dipping her head once at the teacher to acknowledge her attendance. She largely ignored the blushing Andromedan, the sleeping human, and the inattentive human. Somehow this hardly seemed just.
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