"Okay, okay, class, settle down now, settle down." The class of 25 students got back into their seats as the Child Development teacher and the principal walked in. The teacher was carrying a box of some sort, and a few students looked on in curiosity as it was set on the table.
"As you all may know, we have ended the Reproduction, Pregnancy, and Birth units." The class groaned as they remembered first the video of the man and woman "reproducing", and then the video of the woman going into labor. "Well, in this special unit, we are going to see what happens after all that trouble so that you guys will see that caring for a child isn't as easy as you may think. You may believe that your parents had it easy, but if you live in a home with older or younger siblings, you will soon find out exactly how hard it was looking after you, and your siblings, when you were just a baby."
The class groaned even more as they figured out what exactly was in the box as the teacher pulled out a baby. Some kids gasped, thinking that it was a real kid and that it was dead.
"Now, now, don't be alarmed. It's only a doll, but it sure does look real, doesn't it? These babies are made not only to look and feel lifelike, they're also programmed to act lifelike as well, meaning that they will wiggle around a bit, blink, cry, sleep, eat, and... some other stuff that you're going to find out soon enough."
One of the students, a girl who almost always sat in the back, raised her hand. "How long are we going to be keeping these babies, Mr. Adams?"
The teacher (AKA Mr. Adams) chuckled. "Well, I know it's a lengthy amount of time, but I will be having you guys keep your little bundles of joy for about 9 to 10 months, depending on how well you look after him or her... or them, if you get twins or triplets."
A few groans from the class chorused once again.
"Since we have enough babies to go around and an uneven amount of students in this hour, you will each get your own little boy or girl to take home and look after. You must also name your baby and give the name to me on a slip of paper by Friday or I will be choosing the name for you."
Mr. Adams then put the baby back in the box and got out his clipboard. "Annette Michaels, you're up first. Come pick your baby's gender."
The entire class went to pick their baby's sex, and it seemed like all of them got baby boys until the last name was called.
"Ponyboy Curtis." The 15-year-old boy in the purple tee-shirt set down his pencil and walked up to the basket, pulling out a white slip of paper with a pink stripe in the middle of it.
"Wonderful! You are the only student in the entire class who gets a baby girl." Mr. Adams announced gleefully.
Pony just stood there, wondering what to do, until the teacher handed him a carrier covered with a pink-and-white-striped blanket. The boy was then instructed to go back to his seat and wait for the babies to be activated. Once the last baby was turned on, the bell rang.
"Remember, kids, names by Friday or I pick for you!" The teacher called.