Classes.. They Almost Sound Like a Death Sentence

The bell rang, and the girl came back to pick me up. Jeez, this is the life. Going through high school again, and there is a new twist! I get a escort when I go through the halls! "I had better explain the classes and what you are expected to do a little more. First, you will have combat practice. For that class, you should train in your free time to make sure you are up to quota. The next class you have is Villianeous History. You should study every night or every few nights, and to be prepared for quizzes. The next place you go is Lunch, self-explanitory (sp?). The class you go to after that is Sequences and Mathimatical Coding, the Math class of the school. You have to know how to do everything and be prepared for the class. The last class you need to attend is Gym. You will personally train yourself with weights and punching bags and things of the like." said the girl as she continued to walk through the busy halls. She suddenly stopped in front of a door, and said,"Here is your first class, Combat Pratice. Good luck. I will only be showing you around for this one day. There is no need to worry much about you getting away, because the doors have a security system installed that not even Brother Blood can surpass without his code on hand. I'll be back in an hour and thirty minutes to pick you up for your next class." I nodded briefly and stepped inside the door.

Inside was everyone, either sitting in bleachers, or preparing to go out into a huge arena. To me, it only looked like metallic walls with a hive print on them. But I knew it had to be much, much more. The teacher of the class motioned for me to come to him, and he said,"Today is your first day, hm?" "Yeah." "Alright. You are in group... 12. When your group is called, you and your group members will go up to the front and go through the course. First one through gets a 100, next one a 90, next one a 80, and the last one will get a 70. The only way to fail it is to get mortally wounded or not completing it. Group 3 is up now. I suggest you watch them.. even though the patterns of the course change with each group each time, so you don't know exactly what you will be getting. There are a million different patterns.. maybe more, so there is no way you can learn all of them. Just take a seat naywhere in the bleachers." he waved dismissively at the bleachers near the top.

I walked back up to the bleachers, and sat down right beside a boy dressed in a dark green outfit with a black cape. He looked over at me like he was going ot say something, but narrowed his eyes at my collar that I was wearing. hewalked off, leaving me alone, sitting by myself on the bleacher. Of course. Anyone wearing this collar would have ot be a prisoner. And any prisoner would have to had been a good guy. They don't asssociate themselves with good guys. To bad. I'll just have to go through the rest of the time here all alone. Suits me fine. I watched as, starting from group 5, the different groups all went through the obsticle course in the arena. The patterns they used were so intricate, and all memorized. The technology was incredible... I hadn't seen a pattern YET I could beat easily. "Group 12, front and center!" yelled the coach at the top of his lungs, since everyone else was talking. I stood and began to head down to the bleachers. I saw.. crap. Jinx, Mammoth, and Gizmo following me down. Gee, could this day get any worse?

As I went down, and they all looked at me with hatred in their eyes. Heh, wonder why they are looking at me like that. I thought sarcastically. When we were all lined up, as if we were going to run a race, the coach started the obstacle course up. Jinx yelled out,"ATTACK PATTERN BETA!" as mechanical lasers shot out from the walls. Like I'm going to learn THESE moves. No way, best to go through it on my own. I thought bitterly. I dodged the lasers swiftly, and got around them before the others. Suddenly, as I was running forward, thick columns shot out of the ground. I thought for a second, then had a great idea: Use this to my advantage. I waited until I was a foot from the cieling before jumping off the column, landing in front of the others who weren't as easily tricked by them as me. From the ceiling, robotic imitations of birds with lasers flew down, shooting at us. I reached for my nonexsistent staff. DUH! They took it away! Stick with hand-to-hand combat techniques! I kicked the robotic birds down, and as I did, the others ran past me, and were about to make it to the finish line, when, suddenly, metallic tentacles came up and grabbed them. Should I? I wondered to myself, whether or not to free them. Unfortunately, heroic instinct kicked in, and I used all of my force to break the tentacle that held Jinx. With a simple curse, she set the others free. And, as if on cue, the all pushed me down and dashed to the finishline, each with equal speed. Unfortunately, I lost the race.

The coach yelled out,"Gizmo, Jinx, and Mammoth all tie for first place, each gaining a hundred points for the round. Robin, coming in last place, gets a 60 for the day." I looked around with a look of amazement on my face. I had saved them, and they go and push me down, then bolt past me! So I lost! Wait.. Robin, that is your competiveness speaking. You don't care. It doesn't matter. Soon, you'll be out of here. Back to the Titans. Back to Cyborg.. Raven.. Beast Boy... and best of all, Starfire. "Robin, you have got a LOT to learn about being a bad guy." said Jinx as she put an annoying hand on my shoulder. I glared at her, and she snickered. She walked away, laughing her head off. In the distance, I could hear her say,"Ha! Never thought I would see the day when the Boy Wonder actually LOST at something!"

The last groups went through the course, almost at a split second to me. I guess I just don't belong as a villian. Good. I would rather be a good guy, instead of proving just how much I have the potental to change... into someone I don't want to turn into. The bell rang, and on cue, the girl showed up again at the door to pick me up. I got up while thinking, Villaneous History... fun, fun. I get to learn about villians! Wait.. this can help.. I'll understand te villian's mind better, and.. I stopped in my tracks, making the girl's eyes roll. And I can understand villians better! I can actually... do better at catching them! The normal students shoved past me, almsot eager to get to their next class. I finally got to the door, after getting through the big crowd. She lead me down a few more hallways, to a room that had many rows of desks. Everyone took a seat, and the teacher waved me to a seat unoccupied.. right beside Jinx. DOES EVERYONE WANT ME TO BE AROUND JINX FOR SOME STUPID REASON! ARE THEY TRYING TO TORTURE ME!

I groaned at the same time as she did. I took my seat, and the teacher set a book, a pencil, and a packet of paper on my desk. "The Headmaster told me to give these to you. Take notes and don't fall behind. Be ready to take a test on this chapter next week. It is about a fifth of your grad,e os it is important." Teh teacher walked back to the front of the rom, to her desk, before I could even acknowledge what she said or anything. I paid little attention, writing down what the teacher said word for word, since I could write fast and without even thinking about what I was reading. If I need to, I can study later.. i thought, then almost hit myself for thinking that. Why the hell do I care, anyways! It isn't like I want to be here!

That class took a while to end, but it finally did. I sighed and walked back up to the door after the be rang. Sure enough, on cue, the girl was back at the door. I didn't have as hard a time getting out of that class as I did Combat Practice, but it was still crowded and noisy. Jinx left quickly, trying to get away from me. Suits me.I was about at the door, when Mammoth and Gizmo elbowed past me, going after Jinx. WHY must they be together every waking moment in school? I would have been annoyed if I had those two follwing me around all day.Maybe it explains her bad mood.

The girl led me back to the cafeteria, and just waved over at the lunch line, knowing I knew what to do. I sighed and stepped in the back of the line. I waited for it to slowly move forward, and finally, I was able to get my lunch. I sat down at the table I sat at before, ate and waited for the bell to ring.About five miutes later, it did, and I left for... what was it? Mathmatical Coding and Sequences? Well, it didn't really matter, I was going to Math.

The girl took me, once again, to a large room with a bunch of desks. Jinx sat down in a corner, and, finally, people took the seats around her. "Take the empty seat by Gizmo." said the teacher. Ok, great, this might be even worse. If I don't get it, Gizmo will probably rub it in my face. I sat down, and she set a composition notebook and another pencil down on my desk. "If you use this notebook for anything besides math, I WILL know. If you do, you will run out of paper. I have done the math enough to know that at the end of the year, you will have run out of paper, and if you run out before then, you won't be getting any more." I nodded, and she left to walk up to a large board in the front of the classroom.

She began to talk about some weird coding. I kind of got it, but I just did the same thing I did in my History class. I thought the class would never end, just drag on forever. When she finally erased the board and the bell rang, I felt relieved and ready to leave that class to go to Gym, always my best subject. Well, Combat Practice was usually better, but as it is a little different here than at the other schools...

The girl was outside the door, and she led me down another set of hallways to an even bigger room. The Gym had a large assortment of weights and punching bags. I wasn't quite sure what to do, until I saw the other students head immediately for the weights and the punching bags. I decided to go with a punching bag, since that was what I normally used at the Tower. I began my workout, and as normal, seemed to have gotten lost in it. I was surprised when the bell rang what seemed to me only five minutes later. The girl was at the doors of the Gym when I left, and actually, for the main part, she followed me, since I remembered where my room was.

I flopped down on my bed with my notebooks and books in hand. I looked down at them and reached for one, but retracted my hand backwards. I am NOT a student. I am a prisoner. And I should bloody well act like it. I threw them across the room, and they hit the wall with a loud smack. I smiled as I laid back down on the bed, satisfied. But, something drove me to pick them back up and study...