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Previously on Who Am I?
Richard looked up.
"Call me Dick."
Trying to be a Regular Kid
"Mr. Grayson? MR GRAYSON!"
Dick's head jerked up.
"Yes Mr. Valent?"
"I asked you if you could name the six elements."
The rest of the chemistry class fell silent awaiting the show. Behind Dick, a couple of girls were working on a chemistry experiment.
"Yes I could Mr. Valent."
The rest of the class giggled. They loved it when Dick played this game with the teacher. What was even better was that Mr. Valent was a substitute teacher.
"Well boy? We haven't got all day!"
Dick grinned. Now he just had to wait for the signal…
"Oh! You wanted me to actually name them?"
Mr. Valent glared at him.
"Yes. . . I did."
Dick's grin became larger. Behind him, some the students watched the clock. None of them liked Mr. Valent who always thought that they were just tall 3 year-olds so the entire class was on Dick's side today. Dick's best friend tapped him in the small of the back.
"Five Minutes."
Dick nodded slightly in acknowledgement.
"Why of course Mr. Valent. Onua, Tahu, Gali, Pohatu, Lewa, and Kopaka."
This was the end of the line for the entire class. They all burst out laughing. Behind Dick there was a small explosion. The class turned around to find one of the girls blushing.
"Sorry," She muttered, "I didn't stir it."
Mr. Valent nodded but was not about to let Dick get away with that.
"Mr. Grayson, if you cannot be serious please leave my class."
"Sorry Mr. Valent. Stone, Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Ice and a cup of tea."
BRING! Dick jumped up and dashed out of the room. Dick's friends caught up with him in the hall. They talked about their experiences with Mr. Valent on the way to lunch. There, their conversations would most likely turn to more serious matters, as the entire group from all the grades had their own table that they always sat at.
Arriving at the Cafateria, they were surprised to see a note on the door:
Attention:
Due to inclusiveness of this school, starting next week, teachers will be randomly appointing tables for each student. These tables are where you will be eating lunch for the rest of the school year.
The group groaned. Entering, they grabbed their food and sat down at their usual table.
The rest of the group was already there and talking quietly amongst themselves.
"I heard tonight was going to be a bomb!"
"I heard that a hot new girl was joining!"
"What about homework?"
"I'll do it for you guys. I'm grounded."
The entire table stared at the speaker.
"GROUNDED!" They all screeched.
"Richard Grayson, protégé of Bruce Wayne is GROUNDED?"
Dick grinned sheepishly.
"I slept in… will you make my apologies?"
The rest of the table nodded, and Dick sighed.
"Thanks guys, you're the best."
As Dick picked up his tray to return it to the lunch lady, he could hear his friends still talking about him.