Chapter 2:

The school year continued, everything finally falling into a usual routine. It's been nearly two weeks and the teachers are once more gathering in the teacher's lounge.

"I knew the peace was too good to last," Mrs. Cassie sighed as she took a big gulp of her hot chocolate, shaking her head slightly as she took her usual seat. "Some of the kids have already started acting up. I caught several passing notes already. I gave them a warning, but if they do it again, I won't hesitate to be harsher."

"It's not like we could really expect anything else from these lazy teens," Mr. Rainer said casually, his eyes not leaving his computer screen. "We just have to put up with them and their attitude for now."

"You always complain about teaching, why do you stay?" Mr. Smith wondered, looking over his cup from where he relaxed on the couch. "If I hated this job as much as you seem to, I would have left ages ago."

"Believe me, as soon as I can I'm retiring." Mr. Rainer replied with a slight shrug. "But until then, I'm stuck here."

"And you'll never be happy with an attitude like that," Mrs. Fletcher replied, glancing up from the sketch she was working on. "And if you actually pay attention to you're students and their lives, it helps pass the time. Like today, I was happy to see that Danny was back."

"He was gone?" Mr. Wolfe questioned, looking up from his book with interest. "What happened to him?"

"Didn't you hear? Mr. Fenton was involved in an accident." Mr. Lancer informed, refilling his own cup. "Something to do with his parents equipment."

"I'm surprised something like this hadn't happened sooner," Mr. Rainer commented, looking up for the first time. "With all the crazy weapons the parents carry around. He's lucky not to have lost a limb."

"Don't joke about this," Mrs. Fletcher scolded, waving her pencil at him. "Danny could have been killed for all we know."

"It couldn't have been that serious since he only missed a couple of days," Mrs. Tetslaff declared as she took a bite of her sandwich. "And I'll have him back to his usual self in no time."

"Still... We should watch out for him," Mrs. Fletcher insisted. "We don't know what happened to him or how it affected him yet. But from what I could tell, he's gotten a lot clumsier."

"I've noticed that too," Mrs. Cygert agreed, taking a sip. "He's already dropped a couple of beakers. Even though I wasn't mad about it, the poor kid looked freaked out. I tried to assure him that everything was alright, but he didn't seem to believe me."

"He could be experiencing muscle spasms," Mr. Fulluka commented distractedly, focused mostly on the papers laid out before him. "I remember Jasmine mentioning he was shocked and that's a common side affect."

"See! We need to try and be aware of any other side effects or medical issues that might come up," Mrs. Fletcher said. "That way we can help him cope and try and make sure it doesn't affect his school life."

"Alright Mrs. Fletcher," Mr. Lancer said in a calming tone, holding his hand up in a placating gesture. "We'll keep an eye on Daniel, but I think you are overreacting."

"As long as he doesn't try and use it to his advantage, I have no problem working around any problems he might develop," Mr. Smith said with a shrug.

"I won't believe anything unless I get a sighed doctor's note confirming the situation," Mrs. Cassie declared, making Mrs. Fletcher sigh in annoyance. The rest of the teachers agreed to look for any problems and they would decided how to deal with them once they arrived.

(Time Skip)

"Well, it's been two weeks, nearly three, and there hasn't been a doctor's note," Mrs. Cassie declared with a smug smile. "So I see no reason to baby Daniel."

"Just because there's no note doesn't mean he isn't suffering," Mrs. Fletcher replied, putting her hands on her hips. "Though he has gotten a little better, he's still really clumsy."

"Or he could just be a klutz," Mr. Smith supplied, gesturing casually with his cup.

"True, he wasn't very coordinated in my class," Mrs. Tetslaff confirmed with a roll of her eyes. "Even before the accident."

"See! All that worrying for nothing!" Mrs. Cassie said, smirking at Mrs. Fletcher.

"I don't think it was for nothing. Even without a doctor's note, I think Danny might have partial paralysis in his hands," Mrs. Cygert said before chuckling a little. "I swear the beakers just slip through his hands as if they aren't even there. He's broken so many now that I'll probably have to band him from handling anything fragile. Poor kid."

"That is concerning," Mr. Fulluka said, adjusting his glasses as he thought over the information. "And he might develop more issues over time."

"Then we need to keep an eye out for any other changes," Mrs. Fletcher concluded, looking at everyone.

"Speaking of changes..." Mr. Wolfe spoke up, with a worried look. "Are we really going through with the menu change?"

"Unfortunately," Mr. Lancer sighed, rubbing his hand over his head. "Ms. Manson has a lot of influence in the community so the school board has agreed to try her menu."

"It's a disgrace," Mrs. Tetslaff growled, crumpling the paper she had been holding. "My football players need their protein if we're going to keep winning our games. The game we won will mean nothing if this garbage makes us lose the rest of the season."

"Not that the original cafeteria food did them much good anyway," Mr. Rainer replied with a smirk. "I just can't believe we're going to eat that crap as well."

"No worries there," Mr. Lancer assured with a grin. "I got us approval to have an all steak buffet. We'll be fine."

"Thank goodness," Mr. Smith sighed in relief. "I was afraid I'd have to make my own lunches."

"But those poor kids," Mrs. Fletcher said, looking of into the distance as she thought about what they were going to have to endure.

"They'll live," Mr. Rainer replied in an uncaring tone.

"It's only for a week," Mr. Lancer assured, patting Mrs. Fletcher's shoulder. "What's the worse that can happen?"

AN: And now the episodes begin. the chapter's will be either before, during, or after various episodes.