Hey guys...Ran here. I'm still a little down from my last two "writings" but I'm trying to get over it. I've gone all and out for you guys and through all of it, I finally got the first day on the computer. In this one, I get myself a little shock of my own. Fungus's mom IS the teacher! I was really surprised back then. Anyway, enjoy. Please review, helps.

Chapter 6 First Impressions

We entered the room. I closed the door and let Fungus go, he seemed like he couldn't leave now. Lets see. Lab tables on the right, two on the north and south wall and three at the east wall. A vertical row of chairs in front of us with table-like desks. To the left of that was about five more in a horizontal position. Various posters and models were around. There was even a human skeleton, not real mind you, in one of the corners. A long, but a little taller than then one's I just told about, table to my left seemed like the teacher's desk. I made sure Fungus didn't leave, holding him with one of my spare hands heh heh, as I looked over my schedule.

"Simperton, Jessie"

What do ya know.....Fungus's mom IS the teacher! "Oh son! I didn't know you were taking this class....". We both looked behind us. Closing the door and stopping at the teacher's desk was Fungus's mom. Red skin with blue dots, three eye's, well actually, you COULD tell it was Fungus's mom in plain view.

Yep his mom. "Oh....you haven't told me about..." she said, seeming to signal me. "Oh...uh...this is Randall" Fungus said. I held out my hand as my bottom left placed my schedule back. "Randall Boggs....nice to meet you Ms. Fungus" I said. Being as Fungus is my only friend, then, I had to make a good impression on his mother.

"Uh...which one am I suppose to shake?" she asked. I'm not sure if that was an insult or not. I decided to go with the not. "They're the same...." I said, dropping my hand. "Well....I'm glad Fungy made a friend...." she said, with Fungus placing his head on his right hand. Fungy!? HA! Parents can reveal really embarrassing things! Ha!

"Well.....you two pick your seats, pick anywhere you like" she said. I took the one near the door, thinking the row would be avoided. Fungus took the seat beside. When his mom was out of earshot, he wanted to talk. "Randall....please don't tell anyone...." he said, clamping his hands together. Hmph I would cast it on news now, but then....

"Hey don't worry pal....." I said. "Oh! Thanks Randall! I owe ya one!" e said. I gave a smirk as I took out my notebook. I wouldn't really hurt him. Emotionally or physically.

Anyway, we both awaited the door's opening. "Randall....why are you...". I turned to Fungus, who was looking at my arm. "Oh....Sullivan an Wazowski, as always...." I said. "Just don't blow any eraser bits on me..." I said.

Apparently, Fungus looked ashamed the whole time. I wouldn't blame him. Half of the time I would say its stupid. Then again, I never felt "that" kind of embarrassment. Well this class is gonna be like a pebble on water. Then again, it causes ripples of disorder.

I'm being a poet am I? Heh heh.

Anyhow. Fungus and his mom, this would be a great class if Sullivan and Wazowski weren't here. I looked over at the door, Fungus peeking through his hands.

Ah, Betty Boniferd. You probably don't know her. Just check the M.I. Commercial. You'll see the rug of disaster pointing at her. I don't think I need to describe.

Betty was one of Celia's henchmen......uh...I mean friends......She was nice to just about anyone. Its a no wonder why she makes good coffee for those on the floor in the morning. Too bad I wasn't in "the mood" those mornings. Anyway, she's cheerful, easy going type......except on a cell.

She came over and took the last desk in the first row far in front of me. That cheerful face creeped me out. No, not a compliment. Next up in the three-ring circus, please welcome Xavier Lombardo.

Lombardo's the scarer that flings his tentacles in the air as he enters the room, just before you see me giving and exhausted sigh. Lombardo kept near Sullivan. Always wanted to be cool, even through he wasn't. A general copy cat if you will. In the future, he tries to obtain as many scare techs as he could, the one in the movie wasn't really his at all. Hmph, too bad the rookie couldn't copy mine! Ba zing!

Of course, I didn't like him. Not because he doesn't like me, I just....don't like him. He took the middle seat in the back, so far so good. Oh shoot.

Coming next was Charles Snitch, Sanderson's assistant in the future. Anybody know how he got his name? Let me tell ya.....this guy WAS a Snitch. Told on everyone he could. He got anyone in trouble....who wouldn't pound him later. He's also a panicker.....Poor George. Snitch's favorite saying must be "23-19". Now its all clear to you guy's about why Snitch kept getting George "decontaminated". If only George had had better assistant. I could rabble on, but I choose not.

Oh! One other thing. Snitch was also a smart guy. He always tried to be ahead of Fungus. The two must be equal, I swear. Good thing Fungus has me, or Snitch would go all over him. He slowly moved forward, eyeing Fungus. I eyed Charles, making him quickly take a seat in the back. Hmph, probably to spy on everyone. Charles and Xavier....hmm....I thought I saw a human movie about....ah, never mind.

Ah. Keenan O'Riley. Hmm. Let me see. Uh....think Waxford. But Keenan has one stalk with an eye, dark green skin with blue stripes, and six insect legs.

Sorry, can't be more descriptive. Uh...oh yeah! He was carrying a canister by having his stalk around it. Anyway. Keenan was a "look out". Oh forgot to mention. Besides our normal names, many of us have nicknames. Besides the disgraceful one, I've only had a few nicknames when I got out of school. Such as Ran, Rand, Randy (By the ladies and all), Mr. Boggs (I like that one), and the uncommon one to you guys, Rainfall. I'll explain this all later, of course I was only called Randall and....you know, when I was in school.

Anyhow, Sullivan gave nicknames to his "clan". Such as Luckey's was "Bud". Keenan's was "Lookout". He was to make sure no teachers or anyone was around when they were doing something. Ok, enough about Keenan.

He observed everyone before taking the middle seat in the second row. You know, contrary to popular belief, Snitch, Xavier, and Waxford's monster type seem to be the most common around here. I mean, so far this year (meaning just today), I've only seen like three reptiles counting myself. And there's about 3/4 chance that you can find a "tentacle type" monster. Strange yes? Well.....I never was taught why my kind seemed different. As if we were segregated for some reason. Sometimes I wonder about my kind, why we weren't told anything. Is it teachers DON'T want to talk about it, or......they CAN'T?

Sorry...trailed off. I still haven't found everything I need to know.

Anyhow. Next was Juan Chalooby. You probably heard the green zit that escaped its face say her name. Juan was a disaster area. You got to be careful around her, or should I say, behind her. Leaving a trail of slime is a hazard. You can easily slip, it gets annoying.

Juan took pride in her work, as you probably seen. She's rather a neutral monster....you know what I mean. She came over and...uh....well....uh....went to the last chair in the row in front of Xavier and Snitch. All slug monsters just....stood. Now, I don't like to sit, but I can. They have chairs that suit my needs, however....for slugs....well. It didn't hurt their feet, since they don't have any, heh....

Ok....seven plus me and Fungus. Hello. David came in. He turned to Fungus's mom and then to Fungus. He smiled and went over to the last chair of our row. Guess he thought it wasn't embarrassing either.

Ah. Marge Inners. Uh....me and Fungus had to rise out of our seats to see her. Marge was that one that served jury duty. Hmmm....

She was the smallest, and I mean smallest, student and employee I've ever seen. She was only 1' 3". Have to be careful, you can easily miss her. Marge suffered a speaking disorder, actually, her mouth was beneath her. Strange? Yes. Anyhow, she slowly made her way to the row where Chalooby was. Not much I know. But we have allot of rooms in these schools. Heck, even some for special types, like aquatic. Some lakes an ocean's we have are actually schools. Some cannot live without water, so we built schools underwater. Aquatic's mostly get the field of sewers, plumbers, and......fishing.....

You learning something yet?

Anyway, I leaned back in my chair with a rather smug look. Strife was watching Marge, probably wanted to warn anyone who didn't see her. I turned my attention to the clock at the far wall ahead. 11:23. Boy the day just won't end. You leave at 2:30, yet it seems like an eternity. Fungus seemed better now. Kinda boring.....might as well strike a conversation. To my surprise, he started.

"You know....I thought it would be worse" he said, probably to himself. "Yeah well.....the day's not over yet....." I informed, looking at him, he did the same. "You have Mr. Riderson for Human Study next?" I asked. He nodded. Well that cheers me up. After a moment, I came up with a familiar question.

"You know, I just don't get what's with Sullivan and Wazowski" I whispered. Fungus of course, heard me. "You mean what happened at Lunch?" he asked. "Yep....you were there?" I asked. He nodded. Phew. "Well....if you wanna know, just feel" I said. He shrugged and moved his hand down the scales on my right side. "Why are you?" he began, taking his hand away. "Three words.....Sullivan, Wazowski, Snail Slime".

"Ohh" he said. "I just don't know the reason.....Fungus, your a whiz, what do you think?" I asked. Now, Fungus was smarter then me then. But at the time in the movie, I was WAY more intelligent than he was. Especially in the field of scareing and mechanics.

"Maybe he's hiding his own insecurities?" he thought.

That....was important. That was what I was like in the movie. Through what I experienced in those years, I didn't want to be treated the way I was. I became what I was to hide my feelings. Of course, that came out when Sullivan got me. I would've returned to my normal self once the business with the machine was done and over with. You know....I even question if the B.O.D would even have accepted it. Or was it just a secret that never was to be shown in the first place? It would be suspicious if reptile became an executive. Or....was the whole thing's purpose was to hurt me?

God I was a pawn......

Sorry.....trailed off, just recently getting over it.

"Highly doubt it...." I dismissed just as quickly. Yeah, that guy holding in hurt thoughts, hmph....he's most likely holding in a good right hook.

"I would be really glad if he would drop th" I began. Then the worst thing that could happen, happened. Did I say that before?

"Lizard Boy again? Is this our lucky day?"

My expression fell. "You wouldn't happen to have a gun I could use?" I whispered to Fungus. He shook his head as I turned around. The carpet was standing with a blank expression as the walking olive was leaning against the door's rim with a glad expression. I wanted to slam their heads into that door!

They walked over and stopped at us.

"Well what do you know, Lizard Boy and Fingus" Wazowski mocked. Tell me who needs the grammar lessons now. The two didn't know Fungus that well enough to pronounce his name right.

He leaned in close to me, but heh....pulling himself up first. "Principle Fargus told us you have to stay after school" he said with a smile. Thanks for the news flash son of mold. "I know" I responded. I could tell he wouldn't say that without it concerning him. And I know staying after school wasn't of any concern to them.

I broke out of thinking when I heard Sullivan chuckle. He was apparently looking over at Fungus's mom. Remember what I said?

"Look, Fungus brought his "mommy" too" he laughed. Hmph, even though Wazowski is king sarcastic, who say's Sullivan never even was. Fungus placed his face in his hands, totally embarrassed. "That reminds me Lizard boy" he said, looking at me. My fronds went up in attention. ".....Well...you'll find out" he smiled. I hid the absolute thought of punching him in the face, instead.

"Boys....could you take your seats?". Seeming a little demanding, Fungus's mom came over.

The two snickered and went in the middle of the room. I can see a vortex of F's appearing. I looked over at Fungus, who had one of the most defeated looks I've ever seen. "Don't mind them.....hey....at least you got me here" I whispered to him. He seemed to perk up.

Well....after all, let the class begin. Fungus's mom approached the desk. "Hello, I'm Jessie Simperton and I will be teaching Intro to Chemistry this year. Now I've only been here for a couple weeks, so I wouldn't be able to answer where you next class is" Je.....Simperton said with a smile.

You know, not to be disrespectful, but as sometimes boring as Fungus is, and being half the chatter bug the olive is, I could tell this was gonna drag on forever.

I wasn't at all interested, but I had to be. Having a reptile as a friend might......disturb some monsters. At that time, I thought Fungus really didn't care who he made friends with. I'm....not so sure now......

A...Anyhow, I had to at least show that I AM the kind of monster other's should hang around with. Take a poll count, would you rather hang with me or the throw rug?

Easy choice?

"Well.....I thought we could start off with this" she continued, counting the number of students in the first row, then passing down an equal number of sheets. She came over to us. She gave me one before looking at Fungus.

"You alright dear?" she asked. "I'm ok mom....really..." he said, seeing Sullivan and Wazowski snicker behind her back. "Are you sure?". I thought I should've bumped in........which I did. "He's just a little queasy from lunch.....he'll be fine in a minute or two" I said. "Oh....ok...." she smiled, rubbing the side of Fungus's face before heading over to Strife.

"Thanks Randall" he said. "Don't mention it...it was nothing" I replied. I turned back to the sheet. Easy stuff. In classroom's, first day's are a breeze. No class work or home work, just "sign his" or "fill this" or "read this". Simple.

"Age....ehh....12....favorite movie....uh...skip that one....eye color.....emerald..." I whispered to myself as I wrote the answers. I finished and turned the sheet over, guess she wanted to wait until everyone was done. I shrugged and leaned into the paper, placing my left hand flat on paper's top left edge, and drew with my right. I wasn't very artistic, I'm a scarer. But still, doing things like that calmed me down. Also helps me....well....I'll tell ya later.

After a couple minutes, I finished. Nothing much, just a drawing of the company I would hope to be working in. The only place, then, that I saw it was on boards and posters. I've never seen the real thing. I was sick the day, back in middle school, when our class was to take a trip to the factory. Thank you Sullivan, and your water balloons.

Now I had to wait until I get my job to see it. I broke out of remembering that when I saw Fungus's mom in front of me.

"Randall?" she asked. "Oh..." I thumbled. "Sorry". I handed it to her. "Hmm....your very good at drawing" she said. I forgot I handed her the back. "Oh heh...thanks' I said. Good, first impression successful. She got Fungus's and walked off.

"You think....your mom likes me?" I whispered to Fungus. "I think..." he said. "She takes to just about anyone" he added. "For that....I'm glad" I said, looking at the clock. 11:50. Jeez....about fifty-six minutes left. Well, at least everything's going right for once. I tapped my fingers on the desk, well....not exactly, no fingernails and claws meant I hardly made a sound.

"Alright everyone" she said, organizing the papers. "I feel that since you all have been sitting and doing papers all day, I thought that we could get up and do something today...." she said. "(Well...something different)" I thought. I really didn't want to do anything today.

She walked past me and Fungus to the lab tables. I could see a measuring tube, or cylinder (your choice), on the tables. And in a container were 2 different diapers.

Yes, yes. Monsters do have diapers. Its not like we don't have kids or offspring as I like to call'em. I really don't remember my younger days, so I can't answer that question. And I don't like to go into too much detail. In short, some monsters use'em, and then again, some monsters don't.

"Anyway, I just wanted to do something small....so I just..." she began, turning. I then noticed, from thinking, that she wrote something on the board. "Wanted to see which brand of diaper will hold more water...." she ended.

Stupid? No. Pointless? Yes.

Fungus knew who he was going to work with. That's positively the most thing, besides "friendship", that I like about him. He's loyal. He never once told anyone about the machine. The little twerp probably went on a talk show and told everyone.

"Alright then, pair up in groups of up to three and we can start" she said. We all rose and chose a table. Seeing as we were close to the back, me, Fungus, and Strife went and took the station that was actually right behind me. Everyone else took their stations too.

"(Hmph....)". I looked down at the objects. A measuring tube similar to the one in the human world, except it seemed to curve. And the cylinder was plastic. As for the diapers, there were (as said) two brands. "Little Scarer" and "Dry Time" both with tail holes.

I was relatively wondering what water in diapers had to do with science at the moment while Strife knocked sense into me. "Well....should we get started?" David asked me. I just nodded. This was simple really. Fungus used the graph that we were given to jot down the measurements we were using. I took to the cylinder, loading it with cold water.

Strife held open the Little Scarer diaper over the sink as I poured in the 100ml of water. It was boring really. I let Fungus take over pouring in for the Dry Time one as I took to the notes. 360ml for the first one.

I looked over at Sullivan and Wazowski. They had paired up with Xavier in the back. I was surprised when Sullivan smiled at me. It was closely identical to the one....eh....that he gave me when he uh....caught...me...

I knew he was scheming. "50 milliliters....Randall you getting this? Randall?". I turned back to see Strife staring at me with a soaked diaper in his hands. "Oh....sorry...lost thought for the moment..." I said. "Ok then.....you get the measurements?" he asked. "Huh?....Oh yeah! Uh....360 and 280...." I responded. "Good...we're done" Fungus said, who seemed to look at the clock. "Oh that's good" I said, rolling my eye's as I looked up at the clock. 12:30. Sheeesh. The school day rolls on. Fungus picked up one of the small towel's near our station and cleaned around the sink. "Could you get these?" Strife asked. I nodded as he handed me the soiled diapers. I just nodded and headed to the trash can. I wonder if Fungus has a brother or not?....Na.

I tossed'em in and turned, dusting my hands. I took to a napkin and helped the guys. "Heh heh....guess I know what kind to get for my offspring a Randall?" David chuckled. I only gave a small chuckle as Fungus smiled. He seems more talkative more toward us, maybe he's an outsider too.

Forgot to mention that, but you guys probably already know. Through my life, I figured my self as an outsider, a drifter. I seemed...different than those around me. I don't know, its just a feeling. I can't quite explain it. Even now.

Anyway, we finished up and set back to our seats. Finished first, what a surprise. Heh heh....yes....I was being sarcastic. "So who do you think this Peter Riderson is?" I asked Fungus. "All I know is that he's a really nice guy when he wants to be...." he replied.

I've encountered some that actually praised my work, teachers I mean, so I can't doubt what he say's. Fungus wouldn't want to lie to me....would he?

"Good work boy's". His mom came over to us, probably because we finished so fast. "Yeah well....unlike some...." I began, shifting my eye's in the direction of Sullivan, who was using the faucet to shoot water projectiles at the nearest table. "We actually finish...." I ended. She smiled and went over to Strife. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I didn't care. I tried to come up with a topic. I didn't want to just wait these fifteen minutes. So I just said whatever.

"You know...." I began, placing my first hands together, "I wonder why we have school...." I said. Believe me, I didn't like school either. I get harassed here and at home, but either way, no one likes school. "Huh?" Fungus asked.

"I mean....why the heck if you train for the job you are gonna do...why the heck have it?" I wondered. "To prepare you I guess?" he said. "Oh yeah....it only takes about two years of training to become a scarer..." I said, preparing to place my hands behind my back. "Your going to be a scarer?" he asked.

I had forgot. He wasn't told about the "dream". I gave him hints here and there, but Fungus really didn't get that I wanted to be a scarer.

"Of course.....how about you?" I asked. He nodded. I had to hold back my laughter on that one! But it showed on my face, but you would laugh too right!?

"Y....Y...you a....a scarer?" I asked. "I think that that if I am one I won't have to be so jumpy...and things like that" he said. "...O.....Ok...."I said. You see, Fungus wanted to be a scarer. Overcoming his fear is a pretty good idea. Literally, every assistant wanted to be a scarer. Course....I wonder how the kids feel now that Scarers don't exist thanks to Sullivan. All those broken dreams......

"Well.....good....luck" I nearly laughed. "What's so funny?" he asked. "N...nothing....". "I just hope I get it for the C.A.T." he said. "C.A.T.?" I asked. "The Career Assessment Test....." he said. I really didn't know Test's like those. Even now something's still confuse me. "Oh....that test that uh....tells what your career would be?" I asked. "Uh huh". "Oh...yeah....I hope its for me too..." I said.

"....Lets just get through today" I added.

Its about time. The bell rang and everyone piled out, me and Fungus followed.

Next chapter is the last class, oh boy.