About a week later, a girl approached Feonix and M'lysa who were squabbling over the last French-fry. "Hi." She said, eyeing the two girls. "My name is Gaia."
Looking at the girl, she didn't seem threatening, but just in case, M'lysa bolted down the French-fry. "That solves that!" She said smugly, ignoring Feonix's glare.
"Is this a bad time?" asked the puzzled blonde. "I can come back…" M'lysa smothered a laugh. "Depends what you mean by a bad time… Most normal people think all the time is a bad time to talk to us." Seeing the blonde's face frown in confusion, she added, "What can I say? They're normal!" Gaia laughed and sat down.
Another weird person in their group, the girls felt much more confident in science class the next day. When the teacher made the mistake of letting the class form their own groups of four, the three girls instantly stepped together. "Uhh…" Gaia looked around. "Didn't the teacher say four?" Feonix shrugged. "Does it matter?" she asked.
As if in response to her question, the teacher stood up and said "Remember class, I want groups of four! Not three or five."
Looking around, M'lysa sighed. The other kids in the class looked so normal! They were supposed to work with one of them?
While M'lysa looked anxiously around the classroom, Feonix was busy looking around too! "Krystal!" She called to another blonde who was sitting part way across the room. "Do you have a group yet?" "No…" said Krystal, wondering why anyone would ask her anything. "Do you want to join us?" Asked Feonix. "Sure!" Replied Krystal happily. This was great! Maybe she'd even make some friends…
M'lysa smiled. This was going better than she'd thought. Maybe there was hope…
When the groups were assembled, the teacher looked around. Her eyes stopping on M'lysa's group, she shuddered. She could have sworn that two days ago there had only been two abnormal kids. Now there were four. The teacher decided that if this continued, she'd probably take up a less strenuous occupation. Take skydiving for instance.
M'lysa's smile became a half grin, half smirk. Teachers these days weren't as good quality as they used to be. Before, most teachers lasted a month before running out of the classroom screaming. This one though, looked ready to run now, and she'd only been teaching this class for a little over a week. M'lysa whispered something in Feonix's ear, and they both grinned. They ought to be expecting a few substitutes this year…