The All-Star Academy Chapter Six

A Very Interesting Class

"Dante!" Drake called.

Dante was just about to walk into the Grand Hall. It was the biggest door in the school with its name carved in gold plating. He stopped and stared at him, giving him an evil eye.

"What do you want?" he snapped.

"Just wanted to say I'm sorry," Drake replied.

To be honest, Drake felt bad for Dante. He knew he didn't get in trouble because he's a "newbie". Dante, for being here for too long, had to do community service and it pissed him off. Drake understood where Polygon was coming from, but if he were in Dante's shoes he'd rather be in detention.

"I don't want your dumb sorry," Dante said, opening the door.

The doors were already opened. It was a huge lecture room with dimmed lights. Class hadn't started yet, so everyone passed the time somehow until it did start.

"You're so lucky this ain't gym class…" murmured Dante.

The both of them walked in. Drake sighed and shrugged his shoulders; there isn't anything he could do now about Dante. The best thing to do is to see if it'll all work out, if it actually will. Around him, everyone was doing their own thing. Ratchet was organizing his binder while Clank was already taking notes on today's lecture. Sly was bored, yawning most of the time and Jak was blowing a piece of paper on his face. When Sly noticed Drake, he whispered something to Jak and laughed quietly. Drake frowned; he wanted to know what that ingrate raccoon had to say about him.

Radec was alone, writing as usual. He always separated himself from the rest, writing, and nobody will ever know what he truly thinks. He was okay until Spike and PaRappa sat with him. Spike seemed well-prepared for today's lecture, while PaRappa was clearly unprepared.

Kratos was alone. He was on the far right of the room, loathing everyone else. Sweet Tooth wanted to join him but Kratos scared him away.

In the end everyone was waiting for the instructor to arrive.

Drake sat next to Cole and Raiden. Both of them had a notebook and at least two pencils. Cole was reading a comic book until he noticed Drake.

"Hey, Nate. Didn't see you there," Cole said.

"Hey," Drake replied, "so, what kind of class is this? A boring lecture?"

"Yes and no," Cole said closing the comic book.

"They're PS Classes," Raiden continued.

"PS Classes?" Drake asked.

"You know? PlayStation lectures. We learn about the history and trivia of the PlayStation universe. Everyone has to take them."

Drake was so confused on what PS Classes were, but he would wait for the instructor to see what the class environment was like. Just then, a trap door opened and rising from below was a blonde hair guy wearing a red suit. There were fireworks popping around him.

"Hello, ladies and gentleman! This is Buzz!"

Oh, you gotta be shittin' me… Drake thought.

All the lights were on Buzz. The little ones clapped and cheered (with the acceptation of PaRappa, who booed and hissed). The whiteboard switched into a touchscreen-enabled flat screen. A remote control fell from the sky, landing in Buzz's hand.

"Welcome back to class! I'm sure most of you studied right?" Buzz said.

Some were confident in their work done, others… not so much.

"And I see we have a new student!" Buzz exclaimed.

He hit the big, red button on the remote control. It activated a spotlight that shined directly at Drake. He was nearly blinded by the light and the little ones clapped, even PaRappa. Sly was also clapping rather very slowly, smirking at Drake. Half the class either clapped or not at all.

"What's your name, Kid?" Buzz asked.

He held a microphone up to Drake's face, "Uhh… Drake—Nathan Drake, I mean!"

"Nice to meet 'ya, Nathan Drake!" Buzz said, "'you mind if we call you 'Nate' or 'Drake' or 'Nate Drake' or say "NNNaaattteee!'?"

"I really don't care…?"

"Well I'm just gonna call you Nate," he concluded.

He was back on his podium.

"psst… Cole," whispered Drake, "is the Buzz guy always like that?"

"Every day," Cole replied.

"Now before we start today's lesson-Quick! Sweet Tooth!" Buzz pointed at Sweet Tooth, "Who runs the Freaky Monkey Five?"

The spotlight was on him. Sweet Tooth had to answer. In the limelight, he was sweating and stammering, struggling to come up with an answer.

"30 seconds left! You'd better think of something!" Buzz mused.

"Gah… uhh… uhhhh..." Sweet Tooth stumbled until a word finally came "24?"

A buzz sound rang. Suddenly a plate of pie hit Sweet Tooth, knocking him out of his chair. The class was laughing.

"You give idiots a new name out there!" Buzz said clapping.

So this is how the classes run?! Drake thought.

"Okay everyone! Time to turn in you weekly essays!" Buzz said.

Cole and Raiden pulled out their papers and set them out for Buzz to collect. Since Drake's new, this couldn't be applied to him. Everyone else either turned in their essays completed, partially completed, or not at all.

"Now, let's start today's lecture," Buzz said.

He was in front of the touch-board reviewing the lesson from Friday. Drake saw that most everyone was taking notes of some kind. He stared at Raiden's notes for some time until he moved his notes away from Drake. He must have wanted his privacy that badly. When staring at Cole's notes, occasionally he'd write a note or two down then doodle something in his notebook.

Sackboy, who was sitting up in front, was doodling but at the same time taking notes. Drake noticed that Sackboy used the Cornell note-taking system and his notes were very detailed. Spike also had good notes and PaRappa only doodled. He was apparently drawing a picture of an over-exaggerated Fat Princess and labeled it "Fatty", Buzz with big lips, and Headmaster Polygon with a large, black, bushy unibrow and labeled it "Stupid Purple Head".

Dante, sitting behind Drake wasn't taking notes. Instead, he was staring at Nariko's… yeah. Nariko was drawing hearts around something in her notebook. Radec was still writing (no surprise) and Kratos broke his fourth pencil. Sweet Tooth was trying to get all the pie off his face. Ratchet and Sly were writing notes, but Jak was busy with Daxter, who was writing random stuff in his notebook. He wanted his notebook back. Drake had to get to it with his notes.

Chapter six finished ＼（＾▽＾）／!

It's a pretty boring chapter... I'll make it up to you in chapter seven o(〃＾▽＾〃)o!