Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story... blah... Why am I writing this? By now you should know that I do not own anything. If not where have you been these past few chapters????

Anyways, sorry for the long wait. There's been solo much going on these past few days. By the way, this chapter was written completely by Purled-Arsenic. (You're awesome!)

Cows-In-Hats: Annie, you and I both know who you are. Besides if some of this stuff happened in the past chapters that mean it happened twice in class.

Purple-Arsenic: I know we do need to get Anniebitch in these... Right Dereck?

Purple-Arsenic: You reviewed twice! And I would like to know too...

xxSassyActressxx: to tell you the truth, we don't understand this either. We are not advanced. But, neither is he. He knows less than we do XD. And haha "Axel" is bizarre.


Chapter 6: 1000 Glares

or

1 Divided by 10 Equals 10

Math... It is known as the most useful subject in the world. Except here. Where it is a torture device.

As the six students (Tifa wasn't here, YET AGAIN.) entered the class, Pfa looked up at them. "Okay, I will give you a very short explanation on solids because it is very easy."

"Nice to see you too." Demyx cracked.

"Okay. What solids are these?" He held up a rectangular prism.

"A rectangle." Larxene spoke first.

"And this?" He held up a cone.

"A cone." This time, it was Axel.

"And this?" Pfa held up a hexagon.

"A hexagonal prism." Cloud was being a nerd again.

"How about this?" Pfa held up a semi-circle.

"Half-circle." shouted Selphie.

Pfa began to lecture. "When you see a hemisphere, it is the same a semi-circle. Here are the solids." He gestured to the blue plastic solids he had just shown the class. "We need to find the area, right Larxene and Naminé?"

"I'm listening." protested Larxene. Naminé just groaned and put her head on the desk. Pfa ignored her.

"If you have a tent, what does that give us?" Pfa obviously didn't realize that the question was stupid and pointless.

"A tent." joked Larxene.

"Right. A triangle and a square." The students stared at him. "Cloud, look at the board." Cloud was staring at the door, obviously hoping Tifa would walk through it at any moment.

"Okay." he answered.

"We can combine this with volume. How many people can fit in this tent?" Pfa asked.

"We have to find the volume of the people first." commented Larxene.

"No. We are not there yet." Pfa obviously thought his "logic" made sense.

"But it makes sense." argued Naminé. She had woken up.

"Okay, okay." scolded Pfa.

"Okay, okay." imitated Naminé.

"Listen, Naminé, listen." Pfa urged.

"I'm listening. And tired." complained Naminé.

"What is the area? How do you get it?" Pfa had decided to ignore Naminé.

"You have to multiply length by width." answered Selphie.

"No. That's volume. You have to multiply length by width." Pfa said.

"..."

Pfa realized he had yet to teach the students something. In an effort to keep his job, he said, "Naminé, do question a on the board."

"I wanna do it." whined Demyx.

"Okay, Naminé." Pfa looked at her sternly.

Naminé raised her hands into the air. "What did I do?" she screeched. Then she walked up to the board to do the question.

When she was finished, Pfa looked it over. "Okay, good job. Go to your seat."

"Cool." Smirked Naminé.

Once she was seated, he said, "Okay, it's wrong."

"But you said it was right!" Protested Naminé.

"No I didn't." Shifty eyes.

Axel sighed and said, "Naminé, I'll help you." He walked up to board and explained. By the time he was finished, she understood.

"I get it now." she exclaimed.

Pfa glared at her. "Okay Naminé, I will call your parents. Demyx too." he added as he looked at the boy who was singing an unidentified Panic! At The Disco song.

Naminé would not have it. "Why, for wanting to learn?" she demanded.

Axel deepened his voice. "Mr. and Mrs. Orris A/N: Naminé in real life's last name is Orris.) Naminé wanted to learn today. So we had to punish her drastically."

Pfa shook his head and began brooding. Axel turned to Cloud. "What kind of Axe do you use?" Cloud did not respond.

"Okay, now we will learn centimeters." interrupted Pfa. Unfortunately, no one was listening.

Demyx pointed to a giant icicle out the window. "Look! It's a phyco icicle! (A/N: Sorry, inside joke.)

"Wow!" commented Naminé. Demyx started clicking his pen in a really annoying way. Pfa glared at him.

"..." said Demyx.

He glared.

"..."

Glares.

"..."

Glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and a tiny bit of smiles. (Just kidding its glares.) and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares and glares.

"...?"

Pfa's face started smoking.

"Oh!" exclaimed Demyx. He stopped clicking his pen. Pfa looked away.

Naminé took out the bouncy ball she won from a gumball machine and began bouncing it on her desk.

Pfa glared at her. "You said you would put that away." And no, she had not.

"Heehee..." Naminé smiled innocently.

"Give it to me." demanded Pfa.

"No!" exclaimed Naminé and put it in her pencil case. As soon as Pfa looked away she took it out again. Axel burst out laughing.

Demyx put up his hand, but Pfa ignored him. This meant war. "Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr... Mr.-"

"Okay, Demyx. You are always bothering me." Pfa accused angrily.

"I wanted to ask a question but you were ignoring me!" wailed Demyx.

"I will send you to the office." threatened Pfa.

"But-"

"No!"

"But-"

"No!"

Naminé cut in. "You should have known better then to try to learn." She shook her head in disappointment.

"Sorry..." murmured Demyx.

"Watch the board." instructed Larxene.

Pfa went to the board and Demyx put up his hand. Pfa sighed. "What is your question?"

"When you multiply-"

"Okay, ask me later."

--------------------------------------------Ten minutes later-----------------------------------------

After an incredibly complicated, short and stupid explication of centimeters that defied every single rule of math that they had learned since kindergarten.

"Why...?" Demyx's head was still reeling.

"What?" demanded Pfa?

"A decameter is ten meters, right?"

"Yes."

"So one meter times ten equals ten meters. Right?"

"Yes."

"So that would be a decameter, right?"

"Yes...No." Pfa struggled to answer the question.

Naminé explained it to him on the board.

"That's wrong." Was all he said.

"What? Why?" asked Demyx indignantly?

"You can't multiply it. You have to divide it." Pfa "reasoned".

"So one meter divided by ten is a decameter." Demyx tried to get a grip on this math theory.

"Yes." answered Pfa.

"No!" protested Demyx.

"Yes." He pointed to a zero on the board. "That is a one."

"Pfa, that's a zero." Demyx rolled his eyes.

Pfa ignored him.

Demyx just sighed and walked up to Pfa's desk. On it was a tissue box. He grabbed a tissue and walked to the door where there was a garbage can. He pretended to blow his nose (Everyone in class does this when they are bored). As he was looking out the window he exclaimed, "Hey, it's Mr. Marluxia!" He was their feminine teacher the previous year.

Pfa had had enough. "Demyx, go outside."

"Why? I was blowing my nose!" he exclaimed.

Selphie waved to Mr. Marluxia. "Hi!"

"She doesn't get sent outside." accused Demyx. Pfa just looked away.

Larxene looked at the board. "I don't get it."

"Okay, I will explain." Pfa was relieved from the distraction. "You have one kilometer."

"Yeah..."

"If you multiply one by ten you get ten hectometers."

"But you are basically saying that that one kilometer multiplied by ten equals ten hectometers." Demyx cut in.

"Yes." replied Pfa.

"No offence but that makes no sense." said Demyx.

"Yeah, it's a stupid way to do it." Naminé chimed in. (She had been asleep for the last half-hour.

Pfa just ignored them. The bell then rang, and the students left dreading the next...

Class of 215


Alright how was that? Pfa just gets dumber right?

Well, I'm sad to say this but our plot less humor story may become a humor/drama story with plot as our young "heroes" –well they should be for handling this math class- are starting to struggle for their grades and their sanity.

Pfa is getting more annoying each day.

We've already cracked.

Now it's a matter of writing it and posting it. I'm not sure if I should though so it's your choice. Shall I only write down the plot less humor of our class or shall I show you the dramatic truth behind the Pfa? Review please!