Curled up in the student desks that have that annoying bar that connects the desk with the chair why did they have to design it that way I mean it's so inconvenient you can only sit through one side unless you want to look like a cool kid and like jump over the bar, but that also makes you look like a jerk wow I'm completely off topic now, the air bud brothers sat right next to each other in the classroom. The desks were organized in alphabetical order by element, but since they were brothers (which is really rare btw) they had the same element and thus sat next to each other. It was cool though cause they were friends and stuff.

It was mandatory for them to attend a breeding school so that they could become breeders themselves. It's not like they had much of a choice though, they were organized into a career when they were born.

The pigeon that also happened to be their teacher flapped himself into the class, silencing the students that were messing around in the back. Mercury Bud always messed around with his gang selling morphine. They called them the Mighty Morphine Morphine Rangers, named after some ancient folk tale about some guys who fought monsters or something. The professor whipped out a baton and pointed to the word ENMITY scrabbled on the blackboard.

"So." The professor began his lecture. "Can anyone tell me the seven bud types?"

Sand bud raised his hand. He was the nerd that no one liked in the class.

The professor gestured at him with a wing. "Yes, Sand Bud?"

Sand Bud cleared his throat. "Guilelessness, Autarchy, Paroxysm, Enmity, Hindrance, Dubiousness, and Neurosis."

The professor shot a star sticker out of his baton that hit Sand Bud directly in the forehead. "Precisely! Last week we learned about Guilelessness, Autarchy, and Paroxysm, and today we will be discussing Enmity."

The professor pointed to a color spectrum on the board. "The Enmity Bud Type is represented by the color green on the spectrum. As we discussed last week, a bud with the eye color of a specific bud type is that bud type. That being said, can I have all the Enmity buds stand up?"

The green-eyed King Air Bud along with a few other students stood up. "Excellent!" The professor exclaimed, gesturing them to sit back down. "You'll also notice that the farther we go down the spectrum, the rarer each bud type becomes. I believe we don't even have any Neurosis bud in this class."

The professor pulled up an overhead and displayed a transparent sheet that displayed different characteristics of the Enmity bud type. "The dictionary definition of enmity is the feeling of opposition one feels towards another. A fair warning to all you Enmity buds out there: except perhaps Neurosis, the Enmity bud type is the hardest to grow up with. It will be hard to control the roller coaster of emotions that will flow through you, but with careful nurturing, the Enmity bud type can also be the most rewarding."

All the Enmity buds gave a sympathetic sigh, including King Air Bud. "A fully grown enmity bud has the ability to channel their hatred for good. Like we discussed last week, most buds experience an outburst, where they are thrown over the edge and allowed access to their full potential. An enmity outburst can be one of the most dangerous catastrophes. If you see an outburst of enmity, call the emergency hotline right away." The professor then slipped on some goggles and gestured toward the door. "Now, let us head to the Megadrive Lab and do some breeding!"

The students excitingly rushed to the lab. This was the first time they got to breed a bud, and everybody eagerly sat in front of one of the many megadrives in the room.

The professor cleared his throat. "Open up the BudChem application on your Megadrive. You've already been taught some basic chemical combinations when making buds, so I'll let you experiment and try to make a stable bud. Go!"

The buds swiftly opened up the BudChem application and started mixing chemicals. Mercury Bud mixed an insufferable amount of morphine in his bud, Sand Bud was actually mathmatically calculating stuff (nobody likes you sand bud you nerd) and Lord Air Bud started a simple arsenic-bromine mixture.

The yellow eyed bud leaned over to peek at his brother's screen. "WhT are you putting in your bud?" He inquired.

The green bud turned to face his brother. "I don't know, I'm just messing around." The bud clicked a few buttons, adding a bit of lithium and magnesium. Using a calculation they learned in class, King Air Bud added a pinch of sulfur to stabilize the lithium magneside.

Suddenly, a loud noise popped, an unstable bud dropping out of the Bud Printer chute. The professor quickly disposed of the bud with Bud Extinguisher. "Incorrect, Silk Bud! You put way too much Iodine in your bud."

One by one, the buds submitted their mixture only to print out unstable buds. Even Lord Air Bud's creation wasn't stable enough to produce a healthy bud. "Wrong, wrong, wrong!" Hollered the professor, who's extinguisher was almost out of gigawatts. "Have I taught you nothing?!"

With a soft, shy click, King Air Bud submitted his mixture. The professor groaned, preparing his extinguisher, but to the bewildered surprise of everyone, a small, yellow sphere popped out of the chute. The professor leaned over to retrieve the stable bud, examining it. "Well done, Air Bud! You have made a stable, generic paroxysm bud!"

The pigeon tossed it to King, who stumbled to catch it. "Keep it safe, it will be a very important memory to reflect on. Class is dismissed!"

The class filed out of the room, King Air Bud embarrassingly clutching the yellow sphere. With a smile, he prepared to leave when he was suddenly stopped by Mercury Bud and his group of goons!

"So..." The intimidating walrus snapped the toothpick in his mouth, because everbody knows that cool guys have toothpicks. "You think you can embarrass me in front of my family and friends and get away with it?" King recoiled as his goons sneered. "I don't think so, bud."

The walrus snatched the bud from King's legs, swifting off. King tried to chase, but couldn't keep up and was forced to watch the goons dash off. Suddenly, a flurry of knives launched towards the goons, KO'ing all of them in one hit. King turned around to see his brother, with the newly rescued bud. "Qwirkle technique, bitch." He uttered. He reached out to give King his bud.

"Here, take it." King Air Bud stared blankly at the yellow sphere, and then pushed it towards Lord air bud. "Take it. If it weren't for you, I would have been killed."

Lord Air Bud opened his snout to protest, but King Air Bud interrupted. "You deserve it, bro."

Lord smiled, and the brothers walked home. "Alright, I'll keep it safe. Now let's go, we have a rebellion to plan!"