Dumon pulled Misael to their first class. "Our first class is in room 104." Dumon informed Misael.
"What?! That's Vector's over-hundred number!" Misael cried.
"I'm sure it's just a coincidence. The class probably won't be bad." Dumon reassured him. They walked into the classroom. The teacher was a middle aged woman with wrinkles all over her face. Her expression looked like she had just ate a lemon and washed it down with turnip juice. "Or not." Dumon amended.
As she looked at the two boys who had just entered the class, her expression grew even sourer.
"You two slackers must be the new students in my class. Well, you hoodlums get a seat front and center in those two desks right there." She pointed to two chairs in the front row. Dumon took a seat and Misael sat next to him.
"Alright, ignorant children. My name is Mrs. Glynic and I have a zero tolerance policy. Anyone tries anything, and they will never do anything wrong again by the end of the year."
'Well if she tries to do anything to Dumon, I won't hold anything back.' Misael thought to himself.
Mrs. Glynic wasted no time in giving out a test. Dumon and Misael looked at the test, put their names in the right hand corner and began. To their surprise, the test was fairly easy. There was only a few history questions but some of those Dumon knew from spending so much time reading. A loud ding went off as the time ended. Mrs. Glynic asked for the tests to be turned in to her. She also made a point of saying that the tests better be neat. A lot of kids looked like they were going to hurl. Dumon turned in his test and Mrs. Glynic skimmed it for errors. Her eyes widened and her mouth parted open. Then she glared at Dumon.
"What is the meaning of this?! You got every, single question right! You must have cheated!" Mrs. Glynic screamed.
"What? No I didn't! The test was easy. I just did my best." Dumon protested. Every kid in the room looked at him in absolute shock and Mrs. Glynic turned a deep shade of purple. That's when Dumon realized that to everyone else aside from Misael and him, the test was hard. Oops. Mrs. Glynic raised her yardstick above her head. Dumon's eyes widened as he realized that she would take care of this by, what humans call, the old fashioned way. As she brought her hand down, Misael stepped between her and Dumon, grabbed the yardstick, and twisted it. Mrs. Glynic went flying into the chalkboard. Dumon stared in shock for a moment, then pulled out his card, 'Barian's Force' and wiped everyone's mind of what had just happened. Every kid in class and Mrs. Glynic blinked in confusion. The bell rang and soon all the confusion was forgotten in a race to get out the door and to the next class. Misael and Dumon picked up their stuff and walked slowly down the hall.
"Well, I guess that class was bad after all. I'll hack the school's computer and change our schedules later." Dumon said to break the silence.
Misael had a fierce look in his eyes when he said "That bitch almost harmed you."
"Misael, language. And the key word is almost."
Misael didn't reply and continued walking with Dumon. Dumon sighed and hoped the others were having a better day than him.
As it turned out, for Alit and Gilag, their day was not better. Vector somehow managed to set fire to their teacher's hair and that set off the sprinklers which were filled with an acid of some kind. Nobody stuck around to find out what kind of acid it was but Vector was laughing so Alit and Gilag could guess who filled the sprinklers with acid. The rest of class was spent taking care of chemical burns. When class was over, the three aliens raced out of the class and down the hall.
"What the f*ck was that, Vector?" Gilag asked
"One of the best moments in my life. And this day is just going to get better." Vector laughed as they entered the chemistry classroom.
"Why do I not like the sound of that? Especially when our next class is chemistry." Alit groaned and took a seat. Gilag sat next to him and Vector sat next to Gilag. The teacher for this class was a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair named Mr. Dawson.
Vector looked at the teacher and smiled. "He will be my favorite teacher." he said.
"What makes you say that?" asked Gilag cautiously.
"His job is to teach me different types of chemicals. I believe that most will be acidic." replied Vector with a psychopathic grin on his face.
"Oh shit. We're doomed." Alit groaned and Gilag put up his textbooks in a wall to protect himself from Vector. Up in the front of the classroom, Mr. Dawson wrote his name on the board and began speaking.
"Good day, class. My name is Mr. Dawson. I'll be your chemistry teacher this year. Now, most teachers have a planned lesson for the first day. But I've decided to let a student decide what our first unit will be. Anyone with an idea please raise their hand." A few kids raised their hands, Vector being one of them. Mr. Dawson looked around and said, "You there, kid with the spiky orange hair. What do you want the first unit to be on?"
"Oh god, no!" Alit and Gilag yelped in unison.
"How about a unit on the different types of acid?" Vector suggested.
"An excellent idea kid! It's good to see someone who's interested in learning. What's your name?"
"It's Vector."
"Well Vector, I am glad to have you in my class."
"Wonder how long that opinion will last?" Alit mused.
"Can we do experiments today?" asked Vector in his Rei voice
"Of course, Vector. Excellent suggestion!" Mr. Dawson beamed at Vector and started handing out lab supplies.
"I hate this class so much." Gilag stated.
Mr. Dawson started teaching. Vector listened intently and took notes about the different acids and acid-base reactions. Then Mr. Dawson said to try to get the different acids and bases to react in a way that he had not taught them about. He told them they could work in partners or alone. Alit and Gilag paired up while Vector worked alone. The two aliens took off to the other side of the room while their insane comrade got out the strongest acids and bases. A few minutes later while everyone else was cautiously mixing the different acids and bases, there was a loud explosion. Everyone shielded themselves from the flying drops of acid shooting from Vector's experiment. After the major chaos had quieted down, Mr. Dawson looked at Vector and gave him a proud smile.
"Well there's a student unafraid of getting messy and willing to take a risk. Vector, you are a model student!" Mr. Dawson walked over to Vector and gave him a pat on the back. Vector flashed a psychopathic smile at his fellow barians. The bell rang and everyone hurried out of class.
"Great, not only do we have a psycho for a comrade, have to have one for a teacher too!" Alit cried with Gilag nodding in agreement. Vector just laughed as they walked to their next class.
Sorry I took so long getting this chapter up. I've been busy with homework and a few other stories I'm working on.
