(A/N: I needed a break from my other works. Tony Stark has side-projects, so why not make one of my own? This one is a bit... Fluffy and bubbly compared to my other ones. At least it will be. Or not, depending on how crazy this weekend may get for Danny.

-The Onyx Dragon)

Danny's POV

I dreaded that afternoon as I sat watching the clock, feeling sacred minutes of my life ticking away.

I'd already studied enough about Shakespeare in K'un Lun; he is actually one of my favorite playwrights. But the American version of drumming knowledge into one's mind is very... Lacking in mental stimulation.

Perhaps one reason of that is the scenery; the students may pay attention if there were objects that intrigue. Certainly, the sight of dusty linoleum floors were appealing, along with the cobwebs on the ceiling, and I'm completely certain that everyone's eyes were drawn to the peeling, dull gray paint splattered on the walls.

Perhaps it is the teacher? I do not mind Mr. LaCoss; he is actually a very honest, pious citizen outside of the school society, and normally had an upbeat personality. But his approach to the works of such a great writer may have not been the most effective; in comparison to some, it was very lackluster and out of character; he was always professional, incessantly wearing a suit, and usually his lectures teemed with life and power.
Instead he had a voice that matched the walls; dull, and cracking every so often.

Ava must have been feeling the same thing; a novel was slipped surreptitiously inside of her English textbook, and she occasionally glanced around the room to see if anyone noticed her deception. Mr. LaCoss took no notice, as did the rest of the class.

I sighed, and pulled out my history textbook, reading about the conquest of the Vikings and how they influenced ancient European cultures.

"Mr. Alexander," The middle-aged man turned to face Sam, while pairs of eyes altered their attention." Would you mind interpreting the excerpt from 'Romeo and Juliet'?"

Sam surprisingly had his textbook open. He reread the passage, and then mumbled," They're talking about how they're the first in over a long time that were friends where one was a Montague, and the other was a Capulet."

"Boiled down to the basics, yes," Mr. LaCoss agreed. "And so, I leave you with a task to complete over the weekend. It is an oral essay, and the topic is firsts. Now, subjects on which you are writing about are in this bucket, and please take one as I pass by."

Ava shut her books, along with Sam, and the entire class seemed to revive themselves as Mr. LaCoss passed by. Even Flash seemed a bit more ebullient. He pulled a slip out of the pail, and smiled as he read it.
I counted the clicks of his shoes, each number increasing along with my curiosity.

When he reached me, I smiled politely and placed my hand inside the silver pail, gingerly feeling until I plucked a scrap of paper out.

My smile faded as I read it, and I knit my eyebrows in confusion.
I had never experienced my first kiss, so how on earth would I give an oral report on it?