This fic was inspired by my Literature class. And for some weird reason I feel like calling up my cousin to play tennis. Although its currently 12 am. I'm weird.
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"Alright, class, we will be studying the basis of literature and essays. As you have probably learnt earlier, essays and compositions have a fixed pattern. That is, the introduction, rising action, climax, falling action and conclusion. To demonstrate how important this structure is, I will divide this class into groups of three and you will write a story together. I want this to be handed up by the end of class." Iruka instructed his class. His class groaned. They hated writing essays. After they had all settled down, Iruka glanced up at the clock. Half an hour left. Should be enough time.
--30 minutes later—
"Time's up! Please pass your essays to the front." Papers rustled as the essays collected in a neat pile on the teacher's desk. "That's all for today. You're dismissed." Iruka gathered up the assignments and dismissed the class. Walking out of the classroom, he saw something bad. It was a sign. It was a flying penguin. Now, where have I seen that before? It looks familiar... He shook it off and strode down the corridor.
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I know that this is a short chapter but it has to be short or it'll have spoilers.
Iruka: A flying penguin? You seriously failed your science, didn't you?
Me: Penguins can fly you idiot!*whacks him on the head*And I was the top scorer in Science for my Preliminary Examinations for your information! I might be dumb but I'm not that dumb!
Iruka: Oww... T.T Violent woman...
Me: Oh yeah, if you're wondering what the penguin is all about, read my other fic, Penguins can fly! And review!