The school bell rang, as it always does in the weekdays, at General School. The old janitor, although looking a little weary for his age, proceeded by gardening in the school field. While that was happening, groups of teachers and students rushed into the school building. Like many other schools, the students outnumbered the teachers, but that did not really matter, as what really matters is the quality of education provided by the school as a whole, to the students who came to learn.

Ed was busy packing his bags, even though the bell rang five minutes earlier. He may have forgotten something. His very close friends, Edd, or Double D as he is sometimes called, and Eddy were still waiting. The three have been close friends for as long as anyone can remember. Eventually, the tall Ed finished packing his stationeries and headed into the classroom he, and his friends, were drafted into for their first day at school.

The Eds( Ed, Edd and Eddy) took their seating positions, where they sat near to each other. The classroom which was empty before would be filled in by the many students who entered. Chicken entered, carrying a blue-coloured schoolbag. Besides it, there was also a meerkat by the name of Timon. Then, came a new student, who is a duck that wore round spectacles. The duck was seen holding on to some history books, as well as technology books.

Soon, after all the students, almost a dozen of them, completed the empty rows, a rather good-looking, healthy-looking young man, stepped into the classroom. The students looked at the well-dressed man and wondered if he is a teacher. He put his bag on the teacher's chair and started talking.

"Greetings," he said. "I am," he continued, "your teacher."

"My name is Ali, and you all can call me Ali," he said in a cheerful manner. The students looked on in silence, as if clueless.

Mr. Ali: It seems that you are all the students in this classroom. There are about...err...1,2,5...8 of you.

Ed: Yes.

Ali: Haha! It's okay by my standards. At least there are not too many of you, easy for me to observe each of you.

Eddy: Uh-oh...

Edd: Relax, Eddy...

Ali: By the way, before I start, I would like to know each of you. Starting with...the chicken over here.

Chicken noticed that Mr. Ali was referring to him. So, he cooperated.

Chicken: Hi! I am Chicken. Yes, Chicken. I am a student, just like you all.

Mr. Ali: Good to know. Thank you, Chicken. Next.

Ed: I am Ed. I am from Peach Creek.

Edd: I am Edd, also from Peach Creek.

Ali: Err...both of you are Ed? No nicknames or different names so that I can identify you both better?

Eddy: No worries...the tall one with the monobrow is Ed. The one with the hat is Edd, but we call him Double

Ali: Thanks for telling me this. So, you are Ed, and you are Double D. What about you, boy?

Eddy: I am Eddy. I am the best!

Edd: Oh, please...

Eddy: Do not disturb me, Double D.

Ed: Eddy is the best in scams...

Ali: Hahaha!

Eddy:...?

Ali: Well, there is no way I am going to let you do that. Scamming is not a good thing, just to let you know.

Eddy: Oh...

Ali: It's OK if you know now. Nice meeting you, Eddy.

After Mr. Ali finished dealing with Chicken and the Eds, he proceeded with the duck, plus a few others.

Mr. Ali: I assume that you are a duck...what is your name?

Duck: Yes. It's true I am a duck, but my name is Quack. I am a computer technician.

Ali: Really?

Quack: Really.

Ali: Great. Maybe you can help me one day, if my computer crashes or anything.

Quack: It depends. Actually, I am still learning about technician skills.

Ali: Good. Very good. Keep on learning to get better.

Timon: I am Timon, a meerkat from Africa.

Suddenly, a cube-headed figure raised his hands.

Cube: Hi! I am Cube.

Ali: It is obvious that I've seen you before, Cube. What are you doing here today?

Cube: Oh, nothing much, other than trying to do business with the people in this school.

Ali: What business?

Cube: Paper products. Everyone needs them for writing purposes, right?

Ali: Sure...but...

Cube: It's OK. Looks like I have to leave. I have other things to do.

The other students would be introduced as Demoman, Heavy and Engineer. They are members of Team Fortress, but as soon as they introduced themselves, Demoman's phone rang. He would answer the call. It appeared that Demoman was told to report to a location because of something urgent.

Demoman: Ye olde brother!

Ali: Yes...? What do you want to share with us, Mr. Demoman?

Demoman: I got emergency at mah place. Need our attention.

Ali: ...? What do you mean?

Engineer: It looks like we have an important mission. Sir, I would like to ask your permission. Please allow me, Demoman and Heavy to leave.

Ali: I don't know about this. Are you sure?

Heavy: Absolutely. Yes! Our team in trouble. Need to help!

Demoman showed his phone, where a video was playing. A video showing people at war in a certain location.

Ali: That...sure looks serious. Hmm...
Heavy: Please! We have to help our friends!

Ali: All right. Permission granted.

Demoman: Yeah! Told ye this teacher is da best.

Engineer: Whatever, Demoman! Let's move!

Ali: But you three must be present in other classes, so that you know what we all learn.

However, the three big-sized men left the classroom, and the school, through the window. They were seen running off elsewhere in the background. Mr. Ali folded his arms, but later relaxed and continued the lesson.

Ali: Okay. I want to ask a question?

Ed: Ooh!(raises hand)

Ali: Yes, Ed?

Ed: Is it a quiz?

Ali: No.

Eddy: Is it a trick question?

Ali: No. What I want to ask is, what is the purpose of going to school?

Edd: Surely it is to learn.

Quack: To gain knowledge of things around me.

Ed: To make friends!

Eddy: To get free food!

Ali: All of you are right. Timon, what about you?

Timon: My purpose...is...just to learn.

Ali: Agreed. As for me, my purpose is to educate people, about the many topics that are related to life in general.

Edd: That is what teachers do.

Chicken: Yeah...unfortunately, our previous teacher did not even appear most of the time.

Ali: Really?

Chicken: Yeah. Mr. Archibald, a terrible teacher he is, honestly.

Ali: Well...I hope I can be a better teacher, whatever happens.

Mr. Ali became silent for a while, and looked through a book, which looked like his personal notebook. After spending a few minutes reading, he closed the book and focused on his students.

Ali: What are we going to learn today? Hmm...we are going to learn...poetry.

Eddy: Poetry?

Chicken: Poetry?

Edd: Oh...

Ed: Yeay! Poetry!

Eddy: Pipe down, Ed!

Quack: Heh, poetry is okay...

Ali: Oh, wait. To be precise, we are going to learn about literature. Though we are not going to look very deep into the subject, because we are going to cover only the basics.

Quack: Fine by me.

Eddy: Still not my favourite.

Chicken: Oh, man!

Ali: Relax. It will be okay, and hopefully, it will be fun.

The basics of literature, as told by Mr. Ali, is just a writing which has an artistic value. Not just writing, but with attention to the script, the characters, the arrangement, etc.

Ali: English literature is abundant out there. Can you give an example?

Chicken: The Three Goats Gruff?

Ali: Okay. That is literature, because that is a story book. And story is considered a literature, a work of art. Anything else?

Ed: Jawbreakers!

Ali: No, that is food, Ed. Please try again.

Ed: Err...Macbeth.

Ali: Correct. That is a famous poem by William Shakespeare.

Edd: Wow, Ed! I did not know you read Macbeth.

Ed: No, I did not. I saw you reading it, Double D.

Edd: Oh...I see.

Ali: Double D, can you give me an example?

Edd: Yes. All the World's a Stage by William Shakespeare.

Ali: Very good. Okay, that is enough of examples. Since I told you about the meaning of literature, who is in for an exercise?

Eddy: Oh, come on! Not now, in the heat of the sun.

Chicken: Hehe. Relax, Eddy.

Ali: No, no, no...not physical exercise outside the classroom. Even I cannot do that now. It is tiring.

Chicken: Agreed! I support your cause.

Ali: (Laughs)Okay. What I meant was, a writing exercise. I want each of you to come up with a form of writing or literature, either from any source, or your own.

The students would go to work. They were seen working hard to finish their assignment. Then, after five minutes, it was about time the curious teacher observe his students's works.

Ali:(moves towards Chicken, saw a picture of candle)Chicken, why did you draw a candle?

Chicken: Err...no idea. Actually...I ran out of ideas, so I drew a candle. Just for fun.

Ali: I see. Well, I told you to write something, not draw. Still, drawing is art...but your task was to write. Please follow next time.(smiles at Chicken)

Chicken: (looks at teacher)Ouh...okay, then...sir.

Ali: Ed, why do you draw candles?

Ed: (laughs)Just like Chicken. I draw candles. love candles.

Ali: And the thing you wrote underneath the drawing...'I Am the Candle'. That sounds poetic. What about yours, Double D?

Edd: Oh, here it is.(shows his work, the first few lines from Life's Brief Candle.)

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorder time..."

Life's Brief Candle by William Shakespeare

Ali: Awesome. Good job.

Edd: Thank you, sir.

Ali: Why do people always call me that?

Edd: Excuse me? Did you say something?

Ali: Err...ignore it. (backed off and saw Eddy's work)What is this?

Eddy: A masterpiece. I did it all by myself, because I am a self-employed writer.

Ali: Well...this does not look like a masterpiece...it is some sort of cartoon...

Eddy: Who cares? A cartoon is art, isn't it? (chuckles)

Edd: Way to go, Eddy. I saw your writing, and that script is okay...

Eddy: Save the compliments, Double D. Don't need it now. You can do that later, on our way home.(chuckles)

Ali: Interesting! Yep! I sure love cartoons, and I'm impressed by your cartoon as well, Eddy.

Eddy: See? I told you; it is a masterpiece.

Ali: Although there are a few errors that I want you to correct. (refers to Eddy's work)Your grammar should be improved. You don't write 'This was written by Eddy'. Instead, you write, 'This is written by Eddy'.

Eddy: Why? But it's my piece of writing.

Ali: I know that, but you need to keep to the grammar standards imposed based on the English language.

Eddy: Really? Hmm...oh, all right. I will do my best.

Ali: Good. (looks at Quack's work)Hmm...this is...?

Quack: A short story called 'Who Wants to Be an IT Millionaire?'

Ali: (reads)This is...

Quack:(looks at Mr. Ali with round eyes)...?

Ali: ...excellent! Good. Now, I'm impressed.

Edd: Congratulations, Quack. Anyway, I didn't get to know you yet.

Quack: Oh, you can do it now. I'm Quack. Just...Quack. And you are Double D, right?

Edd: Sure.

Quack: Hmm...(looks at Edd's hat)nice hat, by the way.

Edd: (giggles)It is just an old hat I wore since I was a kid.

Eddy: Yo Quackie! Yo Chicken! Yo Meerkat!

Quack: Yes...Eddy?

Chicken: What do you want, man?

Timon: Yes...short boy?

Eddy: (looks at Timon with slight annoyance)How dare you...? Whatever. Do you want to join us three(referring to himself, Ed and Edd) in a game of 'Tag-Team Fighting'?

Timon: Oops. Sorry...won't happen again.

Suddenly, the class erupted with noises. Mr. Ali noticed, and tried to do something.

Ali: Class!

Students became attentive again.

Ali:(looks at students, with arms on his left and right side of waist)It seems that the boombox just got started.

Edd: Pardon me, sir?

Ali: (realised he made a joke that some people do not understand)Forget it. You all became noisy for a while, and I had to stop you from talking too loud. This is because, it's not just our class in this school, there are also other classes. They might be disturbed if we talk too loud.

Edd: I get it. Very sorry, sir. I was just getting to know my classmates.

Ali: I know that feeling. Reminds me of the first time I stepped into my classroom at school.

Eddy: So now you're day dreaming?

Ali: Of course not. It's just that you people reminded me of my first day at school, many years ago. A useful experience as I get to know people of various origins, races, cultures, occupations, etc.

Eddy: (chuckles, and claps his hands)Way to go. (stops clapping)

Ali: Now...it's fine to get to know everyone around you, but please...

Quack: What shall we please?

Ali: ...please keep it to a volume level that is not too high.

Quack: ...sure.

Edd: Absolutely.

Eddy: Wow, that is a fancy word.(said in sarcastic tone)

Edd: Oh, Eddy, it's in the dictionary.

Ed: Okey-dokey, teacher.

Timon: That will do.

Chicken: Yep. Fine by me.

Ali: Now, go ahead and know each other. Anyway, I still wonder where the other three students are at.

The students in the classroom got to know each other very well. They shared jokes, but did their best to keep the volume low. As for Mr. Ali, he just sat down on his chair, reading his personal notebook, possibly to plan on what to teach for the next classes.

The school bell would eventually ring several minutes later, signalling the time to go home. Everyone packed their bags and went home. As for the teacher, he was also on his way, but he would encounter The Headmaster.

Ali: (looks at the big-sized Headmaster)Oh...hello, sir.

Headmaster: Hello...whatever your name is.

Ali: Oh, my name is Mr. Ali. But you can call me Ali.

Headmaster: Sounds good to me. I just drop by to know what is going on in your classroom.

Ali: It seems you are very generous.

Headmaster: Mm-hmm.

Ali: Things in the classroom are okay, so far. I hope that I can take good care of the classroom, and the students, so that they study in a controlled environment. And a safe environment.

Headmaster: (stopped for a moment, but later refocused on Mr. Ali)Good to know that, young man. But you know that you must perform. Or else...you are fired.

Ali: Gulp...I understand what you mean, sir. I will do my best. You can count on me.

Headmaster: Farewell, and have a good day...Mr. Ali.

Ali:Okay.(sees the headmaster leave the school compound, but he himself would leave shortly afterwards)