A quick note: Igot this idea about a year ago, an I've finally gotten around to actually writing it.This isn't a one-shot, I'm going to continue this, hopefully. I already have several of the chapters written, but I'm too lazy to type them on the computer.

Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this again?

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The School for the Giftedly Challenged

Chapter 1: Chemistry

"CLASS! SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" Edward screamed at the loud, annoying students.

"wait, you're the teacher?" Roy Mustang yelled from his position in the back of the room. "That's not fair! I want to be the teacher! I want to blow things up!"

"Mustang, SIT DOWN!"

"NO! I'm older than you! Wait, I'm 30 years old! What the hell am I doing in high school? You're 16! You should be the student! I should be the teacher!"

"Well, I'm smarter than you! And if you don't sit down, I'll call the Fuhrer!"

"You're mean!"

"I try to be! Now shut up and let me teach!" Mustang humphed but didn't say anything else, allowing Ed to continue. "Today we're learning about transmutations."

"Are you freakin serious? Like I don't know about transmutations already!"

"Nuclear transmutations, you dim-wit! Now who can tell me what a transmutation is?" A suit of armor in the front raised his hand, but Roy yelled out, "By using a circle, known as a transmutation circle, an alchemist can manipulate different substances. For example, if I snap my fingers, this entire room can burst into flame."

"Did I not just say we're learning about nuclear transmutations, you imbecile? Not alchemic? Now Al, you raised your hand. What is a nuclear transmutation?"

"Transmutations are the changing of a nucleus of one element into that of a different element."

"Great textbook answer, Al. That is exactly what nuclear transmutation is."

"Why do we have to learn about nuclear transmutations? The only thing I care about is alchemic-"

"Because I'm the teacher and I said so!"

"But you shouldn't be the teacher! I'm older!"

"We're not going to get into this again! There are two types of nuclear reactions! Natural and Artificial!"

"Teacher?" Al asked cautiously, afraid the Ed would explode at any moment.

"What Al!

"Why are you screaming?"

"Because your classmate is an annoying little-"

"Ed, I'm sorry to interrupt but you can't call me all the names I know you want to, because this is supposed to be rated K+."

"I don't care! You are a –"

"Wow, Ed. You have such a short temper."

Ed, not liking being called short, in any way shape or form, hopped onto the desk and started screaming, "Who are you calling an ameba so tiny a nuclear reaction won't even harm it?"

Mustand started cracking up, while Al tried to get Ed down. "Relax, Brother! He ddin't say that! Maybe you should just keep teaching."

"Right." Still standing on the table, Ed started pacing back and forth. "The three types of natural decay are alpha, beta, and gamma-"

"I thought we learning about nuclear transmutations!" Roy interrupted.

"We're learning about nuclear reactions and natural decay just so happens that natural decay is one of them!" Ed was trying to control his temper, but was failing miserably at it. "NOW ALPHA PARTICLES-"

"This is so boring! When do we get to blow stuff up!"

"If you want to blow stuff up, be my guest, but we won't be doing any nuclear reactions in here. As I was saying before, the three types of natural decay are natural decay are-"

"You already told us that! Now get on with artificial transmutation so this boring class can be over!"

"Fine! The two types of artificial reactions are fission and fusion. Before I explain to you what it is, can anyone tell me an example of fission reactions?" Ed heard snickering in the back of the room. He looked up, expecting Roy to be up to no good, but instead saw Kimbley's hand in the air, with a big, creepy grin across his face. "Yes, Kimbley?"

"Bombs."

"Umm…that's correct. Bombs are an example of nuclear fission. Why are you so obsessed with bombs, Kimbley?"

"Because I'm a terrorist, duh!"

"Oh, yes. I forgot about that."

Kimbley whispered something to Roy, and then they both snickered.

"There is no talking in my classroom!" Ed hurled a piece of chalk at the two, and it hit Kimbley square on the forehead.

"Ok, that's it!" He stood up and clapped his hands together. But before he could put them down on his desk, the Fuhrer burst into the room. "Fullmetal! I have urgent news!" He then noticed Kimbley standing with his hands halfway to his desk. "Kimbley, what are you doing?"

Kimbley put on an angelic expression and said in a mock innocent voice, "It wasn't me, Mr. Fuhrer. It was all Mr. Elric's fault! He threw a piece of chalk at me! See?" He pointed to the growing red mark on his forehead.

"Mr. Elric, is this true?" Ed hung his head. "You give me no choice but to fire you. Which reminds me why I came in here in the first place. It seems there was a mistake. You're not supposed to be the teacher. Roy is."

"Score!"

"What! That's not fair! He…but…I…That's not fair!"

"Sorry Ed, but your only 16. You're still a student. Now if you come with me, I'll escort you to the class your supposed to be in. It's either Global or Home Ec. I don't really know."

"Hahahahahhahahahahaha! In your face!"

"Grrr…I hate you."

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