We found that you guys are confused about the senior/junior thing. Sorry for any misunderstandings, but we are not referring to the American system of freshman, junior, sophomore and senior classes. In our school, the 15 and 16 year olds were loosely termed juniors and seniors respectively. Note the term 'loose' because the junior classes included students who were 14, 15 and also 16, while the seniors were a mixed bunch of 15,16 and 17 year olds.

The juniors could take some senior classes depending on their brilliance, nerdiness etc. To limit any confusion just think of them as two batches of students one grade apart. :-)

That's it folks, hope you're happy.

PS - This chapter is crazy.

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Day 2- Tuesday Morning,

Seniors

Once the Senior English literature class had settled down, Mr. Pakku took out a sheaf of papers. "Now, I didn't expect elaborate essays as answers for the simple questionnaire I handed out yesterday, but I didn't anticipate blank spaces either." Here, he shot a glare in Zuko's direction. "But to counteract all these unsatisfactory incidences, I came across ONE excellently answered form, from none other than Zula." He gestured at Zula, who grinned and pumped her fist in air. Zuko rolled his eyes and stared out the window.

Oblivious to the tension, Pakku continued, "Zula's responses to the routine questions were witty, intelligent and often hilarious. As not to keep you in suspense any longer, Zula would you come up and read your survey form?"

"Of course Sir." Simpered Zula and glided up to the front of the class, picking up her form she began reading.

"What's your favorite smell?

Success

Which living person do you most admire?

Myself

What would you most change about yourself?

My lack of modesty

Which living person do you most despise?

Myself- for my lack of modesty

How do you unwind?

In bed. I like seven hours a night.

What traits do you dislike most in others?

Their filthy minds

What makes you cry?

Chopping onions

What makes you depressed?

My lack of psychic ability

Where do you see yourself in five year's time?

See previous answer

Do you believe in monogamy?

It's a board game, right?

What are your distinguishing qualities?

Everything anyone else can do, I can do better

What five things could you not live without?

Fresh air, sleep, food, a circulatory system--- and English Literature

What's your favorite phrase?

Will you bow down and do as I say?

What makes you happy?

When the answer to the above is yes.

What's the most important lesson life has taught you?

Nice girls finish last."

As Zula's fan club clapped and whooped, Zuko wished the blasted bell would ring.

Tuesday

Juniors

"Hey Katara, wait up" Aang shouted as he whizzed past students and reached his new friend.

"Hey you, no shouting and NO running." barked a prefect.

"SORRY." yelled Aang and turned to Katara who shook her head in irritation.

"I can't believe those prefects." She muttered. "Their graduating soon but still they're as bossy as the first day they got that piece of tin stuck to their chest."

"Woah woah! I sense resentment" Aang snickered as he stopped to consult his schedule.

"Resentment? No, more like a full blown case of obsessive jealousy." Sokka made his appearance.

"Obsessive jealousy?" Katara scowled. "I resent that comment."

"More like you resemble it." grinned Sokka. "C'mon sis, I know you're counting the days to polish your very own tin piece."

As Katara tried to strangle her brother with a hastily unlaced tie, Aang glanced at the room numbers. "Hey guys, where do they have Philosophy?"

"You taking Philosophy?" gasped Sokka straining to free himself from Katara's headlock. "So are we. Kat let me GO."

" Fine." His sister gave him one last lash with her loose tie and dragged Aang into Room 108.

"Let's sit at the front." said Aang.

Sokka scoffed. "What are you, a nerd?" He dragged Aang to the back where a girl sat waving to them. The trio took their seats just as the bell rang.

"Aang meet Suki. Suki this is Aang, he transferred from Alaska." Sokka introduced the tough, brown haired girl who smiled a hello.

Aang smiled back. "Hi Suki."

"Suki's the captain of the tennis team AND the net ball team." Sokka declared proudly.

Suki rolled her eyes. "Thanks Sokka but I can toot my own horn."

"But Sokka's been trying to toot your horn for years." a dark haired boy, with a hand wrapped in black bandages took a seat by Aang.

"WHAT?" yelled Sokka and Suki together as they tried to thump the newcomer with their textbooks, but the boy held up his bandaged arm and implored. "Surely you won't wallop a broken man?"

"Shoot your mouth off again and I'll string you up by your nose hair." Suki hissed venomously. Aang gulped but the dark haired youth only smiled. He turned to Aang and raised an eyebrow. "Isn't anyone going to introduce me?" Without waiting, he stuck out his uninjured hand. "I'm Kuzon, resident skeptic and Storm-crow."

Aang shook his hand "Pleased to meet you, I'm Aang. What's a storm-crow?"

"…and you're taking philosophy." laughed Kuzon. "A Storm-crow my dear friend is bearer of bad news…"

"Meaning, he spreads nasty rumors. Don't EVER listen to him Aang." Katara said, while taking out her books.

"My lady, I abhor your lack of faith and gratitude, for I have risked life and limb to bring to you grave tidings..."

"Yeah?" Suki scoffed, "Spit it out."

Kuzon took a deep breath. " Ta DA…We have a new teacher."

That was the moment, the teacher in question chose to enter the room. Abandoning their conversation, the group got up to greet the short portly man who uttered a cheery 'good-morning' and waved at them to sit down.

"Hello class, I am Mr.Iroh and I'm supposed to teach you philosophy. You may have seen me around because I teach physics to the seniors."

"Physics to philosophy, that's a long way sir." Kuzon spoke up. Katara whispered at him to shut up.

Far from taking offence, the new teacher smiled. "Yes indeed, so far that I have to walk down two stairways and traverse three halls. That's the reason for my delay."

Aang immediately liked this man, he couldn't help it, he looked around to see his friends' reactions. Katara was busy scribbling down notes even though no philosophy had yet been discussed; Kuzon was rubbing his hands in anticipation of god knows what; Suki was listening in rapt attention while Sokka was already zoned out.

"Philosophy, my dear students isn't something I can put down on the board and you can memorize. Quite the contrary you cannot learn philosophy, you have to understand it. In order to comprehend, you must discuss, you must question and you must conclude."

The class sat in complete silence.

Iroh nodded happily. "So in order to begin, does anyone have questions?"

Katara's arm shot up but Kuzon had already opened his mouth.

"Sir, what does the T in T-Shirt really mean?"

Iroh did a double take, "Pardon me?"

"If anything's possible, then is it possible that nothing's possible?"

Iroh frowned. "Huh?"

Kuzon continued promptly, "Isn't it scary that the word "therapist" is the same as the words "the" and "rapist" put together?"

"Er…"

"How can someone be dirt poor, and another be filthy rich?"

"Well"

"Why do we say "bye bye" but not "hi hi"?"

By this time Aang had stuffed his fist in his mouth in order not to laugh and Katara's eyes were popping out in a rather alarming manner.

Iroh realized the mess he was in and tried to stem the crap coming out of Kuzon's mouth. Unfortunately, Kuzon was unstoppable.

"Why do they call it "head over heels in love" If our head is always over our heels?"

Iroh sighed, "You see…"

"Do vampires get AIDS?"

"Excuse me?"

"Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?"

"I don't…"

"Why do you click on Start to exit Microsoft Windows?"

"Er…"

"If blind people wear dark glasses, why don't deaf people wear earmuffs?"

"That's because…"

"If an ambulance is on its way to save someone, and it runs someone over, does it stop to help them?"

Suki erupted into giggles and even Sokka was listening to this insane rant.

Kuzon showed no sign of letting up.

"Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?"

Iroh wiped his forehead.

"Why do people say "You scared the living daylights out of me" when daylight is not living?"

Iroh sighed.

"If Practice makes perfect, and nobody's perfect, then why practice?"

Iroh sat down.

"Can blind people see their dreams?"

Iroh pulled at his beard.

"Can good looking Eskimo girls be called hot?"

A student concussed from banging his head on the desk in laughter. Kuzon continued.

"Do pilots take crash-courses?"

Iroh scratched his head.

"Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?"

Iroh tried again " Mr…"

"If there's an exception to every rule, is there an exception to that rule?"

Iroh shut his mouth.

"Why do old men have hair in their ears?"

Iroh touched his ear.

Katara dropped her face in to her hands. Aang clutched his stomach.

Kuzon took a deep breath. "Why haven't I got detention yet?"

Iroh stared.

The bell rang.

Iroh fled.

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"What were you THINKING?" yelled Katara as the group took their seats in the cafeteria.

"Simple" shrugged Kuzon, unwrapping a sandwich "I wasn't."

Suki pointed an accusing finger, "You could have got detention."

"With Zhao." elaborated Sokka.

"But MAN that was funny." Aang high fived Kuzon.

Kuzon tossed Aang an apple, "At last someone appreciates me."

"Moronic, idiotic nut brained lunatic." ranted Katara under her breath.

Before Kuzon could retaliate, Aang's attention was drawn to a commotion at the Cafeteria entrance. A large group of students were making there way in. Even though this bunch wore the same uniforms as everyone else, there seemed to be a certain aura around them. Each one of them seemed so self-assured, haughty and triumphant and indeed Aang could see many prefect's badges glinting off their chests. Aang watched in fascination as other students scrambled out of their way, giving them a wide berth. One by one as the group's members sat down, the couple at the center was revealed. A girl with dark brown hair was wrapped around a tall boy with a bandaged nose and was whispering into his ear. The boy smirked and said something, which made everyone laugh raucously.

"Earth to Aang…are you receiving?" A waving hand in front of his face jolted Aang out of his hypnotized stare.

"Who are they?" he pointed at the exclusive group.

Sokka looked at him pityingly, "Just two days at school and he's already under the evil PLOOP power."

Aang scrunched his brow, "poop?"

"PLOOP Aang," corrected Katara as she threw an unfriendly glance at the students in question.

Kuzon continued, "P-L-O-O-P standing for: Pea-brained Loathsome Overconfident Obnoxious Pot-heads."

Aang cocked his head, "Huh?"

Suki took pity on him and elaborated, "You see Aang, they're this bunch of gits from at least three grades who get together and terrorize the 'normal' people. Because they've managed to enlist some prefects they think their invincible. We hate them."

Aang pointed to the girl in the middle, now sitting on a table, swinging her legs, "Who is she?"

Katara looked in her direction and huffed, "That's Zula, the headmaster's daughter…"

Sokka cut in, "And the most evil, snarky, dangerous female ever to exist in this side of hell.

Aang shrugged, "So people don't like Zula?"

Suki grinned, "Let's me put it this way Aang, If I killed all the people that hated Zula it wouldn't be murder, it would be genocide."

Katara nodded, "We're not prejudiced Aang, I take the Senior History Class and Zula behaves as if she a queen. She really is mean and low. Everyone say's she'll be Head Girl this year and if I know Zula she'll kill, maim and mutilate until she eliminates all competition."

"Yes, she's amazing isn't she?" A voice eased over her shoulder.

"WHAT?" the whole gang turned around to face the intruder who was smiling at their angry faces. It was a slender boy, with shoulder length hair and green eyes.

"Oh it's you." snorted Suki and turned back to face her lunch. Everyone else greeted the boy as he squeezed in between them.

"Aang this is Haru, he's a Senior." introduced Katara.

"…and he has a majorly unhealthy crush on Zula." offered Kuzon, clapping Haru on the back.

"Not a crush man, it's true love." grinned Haru and leaned forward to shake hands with Aang.

Suki clicked her tongue with distaste, "C'mon Haru remember the ancient rule, See no evil, hear no evil, date no evil."

"But Zula is a 3-F female, she's perfect for me." implored Haru, flashing Suki a puppy dog face."

"3 F?" questioned Aang.

Haru winked, "3 F's. She's Famous, Flirtatious and Fabulous."

Katara stuck out her tongue, "More like, Floozy, Foolish and Flawed."

Sokka laughed, "3 F's huh? Fight, fright and flight that's what I want to do when Zula comes near me."

Everyone cracked up at his comment.

The noise attracted a prefect from the PLOOP's table. He walked up to Haru and tapped him on the shoulder, "What's this? You know long hair is not allowed!"

Uh Oh! Thought Aang as he watched trouble brewing, but Haru shrugged casually, "Hey dude, I need the hair for a YMCA play. Ask my mother if you don't believe me."

The prefect sneered, "Can't you use a wig?"

Haru raised a mocking eyebrow, "What are you, a girl? Anyway I've got a note from home, wanna see it?"

The PLOOP was stumped, so he started walking back to his posse, "Braid it or something, just don't leave it free." He called over his shoulder.

"There is no play, is there Haru?" Katara whispered.

"No." Haru grinned.

"I salute you mate, Fight the System like I always say." Kuzon said with feeling.

"Speaking of the system, what are you going to do about Zula?"

Haru shrugged, "Simple, I'm going to ask her out."

Suki choked on her orange juice, "Ack! What happened to Enya? The senior girl on the netball team? I thought you wanted to go out with her."

"Oh, I was all set to do so when I heard Zuko had his eye on her."

"Who's Zuko?" Aang quickly jumped in, but Suki was too fired up to explain, "So you backed out? Just like that? What a scaredy cat!"

"Scaredy cat? I don't see you trespassing on Zuko'sterritory!" Haru shot back.

"Whose Zuko?" Aang tried again.

"Zuko's territory?" mocked Suki, "Who died and made Zuko king of High School?"

Haru snorted, "He was born to it! In case you haven't noticed he's the head master's son."

"Whose Zu…? Oh!" Aang's query died on his lips.

"Give it a rest Haru, Everyone knows that Ozai hates his son. I heard he even demoted Zuko this year."

"Whatever." Haru threw up his hands, "All I know is he's interested in Enya."

Katara spoke up slowly, "I don't believe Enya's going out with Zuko."

Kuzon who had been quiet until that moment got an evil gleam in his eye, "You don't believe or you don't want to believe?" he accused.

"Hey!" Katara turned red, "Enya's my friend, and she never said anything to me."

"Then why are you so upset?" questioned Sokka suspiciously.

"I am NOT upset." yelled Katara slamming down her juice.

Aang spoke up in Katara's defense, "Leave her ALONE guys!"

"Oooh isn't he a hero? Rushing to aid the damsel in distress." smirked Kuzon, nudging Sokka who also smirked knowingly.

Aang blushed and hurried to change the subject, "Is Zuko here? Can you point him out?"

Kuzon shook his head, "No. He never eats in the Cafeteria. He avoids Zula like the plague. He's probably with his gang in the basket ball court."

"Hmm…"mused Aang, "Zuko seems like a cool person to hang with."

"Yeah RIGHT !" laughed Sokka, "If you're suicidal."

"Yeah man, Remember that Yori who used to follow Zuko around, well he isn't coming to school anymore. I heard that Zuko chopped him up and fed him to his bulldog." Kuzon said in a whisper.

"Really?" asked Haru, "I heard he incinerated Yori with a flame thrower."

"SHUT UP." Katara snapped, "Yori was expelled. End of story."

"Yeah, how can you teach a pile of ashes." grinned Sokka, poking his sister on the shoulder.

"Enough about Zuko, I have an announcement to make." Kuzon declared.

"What? More rumors?" Katara rolled her eyes.

'No," Kuzon sniffed, "I'm hurt, here I am with a black not white cast on my arm, which was just one day ago uninjured and not one of my friends enquired as to how I may have acquired it."

"Oh I'm sorry Kuzon, I just…" Katara immediately began apologizing.

"I thought you got a tattoo over summer and bandaged to hide it." shrugged Suki.

"What I want to know is why a black cast? How did you get it past Zhao?" asked Sokka.

"What GREAT friends I have, I think I'll be better off with the PLOOPs." Kuzon leered at them in annoyance.

"Sorry mate. What happened?" questioned Haru with sincere regret.

Just then, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch and Kuzon got up.

"Oops time's up. You'll just have to wait won't you?" and with that the resident Skeptic and Storm-crow stalked out.

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