Disclaimer: I still don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman still does. so unfair...
All of the students groaned when they walked into their Geometry class and realized they had homework. Generally they got some time in class to work on it, but most of the time they still had to work on it at home.
Their teacher sighed. "Look, kids, I know that you don't like homework—"
A murmur of assent echoed through the room.
"—but it's so you can make sure you really understand what we're doing in class," she pressed on.
The kids just kept looking at her blankly.
"Oh, come on! You know that I always give you time to work on this stuff in class, and none of your homework is even due until Fridays! You have plenty of time!"
"…"
She sighed again. "I always try to give you as much time and as little homework as possible because I know you're all very busy, but I'm not Superwoman, and you aren't either. Um…and men. Women. Heroes."
"Superheroes?" a student said.
"Yes!" she said. "Blanked out for a moment there…I know that none of you are superheroes. You're just regular teens who have to deal with high school, which is a feat in itself, and sometimes have jobs after school."
Team Phantom, in the back of the class, smirked to themselves.
"Nope," said Danny lazily, glancing at his friends. "None of us are heroes, nor do we have jobs after school."
Sam and Tucker snickered as he winked one glowing, green eye.
A/N: More quotes from teachers. Sad how school can very easily turn into stories, ne?
Oh, I just remembered something that I need to get off my chest real quick: Okay, so last weekend I did not feel the love from you lot. I updated three new chapters and all I got was one review and two story alerts. This made me sad. Reviews are my lifeblood and inspiration and...yeah, you don't care. I'm gonna keep writing whether you review or not, because writing is like breathing as far as I'm concerned. I live a sad, sad life...