Hello, Apple tea here! This is my first fanfic, so please show support and constructive criticism! I took this idea from summer-daydreams because she let me, and plus, she said that her story: So Far was dying, so she's letting me re-write it :)

Stress. Stress. Stress. More stress. Starting to hyperventilate.

Stop.

"15 minutes left."

Crap. For what bloody reason did I forget to study my notes before the math finals? This is a advanced and enriched math class course, pride of the 8th graders in the best private school of New Jersey. Picture a small (minute) group of dead-tired half-teens with a mound of test papers and you've got a pretty good grip on what this class (hell) is like.

"10 minutes left."

Oh god, I know I'm an idiot and that I'm screwed. Usually genius people and the heroes of my favorite anime/ manga come across a memorable lesson and replay every word onto their test paper. Sadly to say, I'm neither. Even if I do get pegged as a genius at art.

"Five minutes left."

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I content myself on tapping my pencil rhythmically until someone yells at me to stop. Then I just sit and wait.

"Times up! Papers up!."

The advanced course math teacher- a boisterous-red haired-sallow faced woman, collects our papers in methodological order and chilling silence.

"You are excused to lunch-."

I-no, the whole class heaves a heavy sigh before exiting out the door-.

"-Miss Fei, please join me at my desk ."

As I double back from the door/freedom, some of my classmates give me pitying looks and copy the sign from the hunger games. Geeh, that really makes me feel comforted except for the fact that in the hunger games, it was as a symbol of: Good luck even though you're going to die.

"Miss fei, please take a seat, would you like tea? A scone perhaps?" Right, I forgot that my teacher was from England, well, being in an advanced course has it's perks.

"Uhhrrr... No thanks Dr. Doehner."

She motions me to sit down, and I see the grand-mother like side of her (well, she hasn't been teaching for 29 years for nothing! )

"Recently, you seem to be spacing out in class and your grades have fallen, is there something of a concern running in your family that you would like to talk about?"

"Um, no not really, its just that well I'm going to be moving today..."

It was sorta true, I mean, today "he" was coming to pick me up or break the bad news.

"Oh! Well, pardon my rudeness, but will you be staying in this school district?"

"Well, maybe, they never told me where I would be moving... And I should probably get to lunch right now..."

"Well, yes, of course, sorry for holding you up miss Fei."

Sucker, she only took about five minutes when in reality, she released us to lunch almost half the period early.. I still had about 20 minutes to wander around the school wide back-market at my leisure. Walking towards the exit door, I swipe a whole sack of the chocolate that she gives as treats to those who gets questions correct.

Figuring that the chocolates would probably get me 10 $, I summed up the regular income and subtracted the amount I would have to pay the person who kept the teachers occupied and it turned out, on a busy day like this, I could easily make fifty to sixty dollars of pocket money ( saving up money for a macbook pro, already easily have 900$. I can practically feel more money jingling in my hands as I hear the hawking cries of pseudo-merchants shouting out their wares before , A partially bald, big boned(obese) teacher bursts from the teacher's lounge and bellows:

"BACK TO CLASS YOU LOT! THAT MEANS YOU AS WELL FEI!"

Funny, I thought I was on the teacher's good side. Walking away with my back to the teacher, he continues shouting at people until I walk out of hearing range.

The lunchroom isn't grand, big, or well kept, but it has extremely large loudspeakers that are currently blaring my name and telling me to get my but to the main office the moment I walk into the lunchroom. Great, screw the loudspeaker. The main office is on the bloody other side of the school.

escorted (ahem, shoved) by my IRLA teacher, I'm hurried to the main office to meet destiny...

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In otherwards, fellow artist, adoptive parent and sadistic teacher, Shotaro Yukimura.