Odd, Ulrich, Jeremy and Aelita were sitting in Mrs. Meyer's math class. Odd was nearing sleep, hardly holding his figure up in such a groggy state. Mrs. Meyer's eyes veered over towards Odd, noticing his apparent desire to sleep through her class.
"Mr. Della Robbia, would you mind explaining the Quadratic Formula to the class?" She said, her face stern and beginning to develop a sense of irritation at the unimaginable laziness Odd displayed every time he had her class.
"Umm..." Odd's voice perfectly illustrated to the class just how tired he was, "it's a formula that has been bitten by the evil quads, a race of math vampires." The class burst out laughing, Ulrich still looking at Odd, almost as though he was waiting for him to say something else.
"Well, Odd, if you think you're so funny, why don't you tell that one to the principal." Her sentence was technically a question, but you would never know it by the tone of her voice: commanding and irritated.
"Aww, man." Odd stood up and walked out of class, closing the door with a slight *slam*, not a loud one as to display anger, but a gentle one, a way to display his deep irritation with his situation and desire to have just slept in this morning.
"Now then, let's get back on track. Open you textbooks to page 226."
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"Mr. Della Robbia, I don't want excuses, I want answers. You have been in my office three times on the last two weeks, you have been late and even ditched your classes on countless occasions and you have even destroyed lab equipment in the science lab." Mr. Delmas said, sitting in his usual chair behind the desk in his office. His face resembled that of a man worn out, tired of trying and ready to take any action necessary to fix the issue.
"I can explain that, sir." Odd protested in a rather respectful manner.
"I don't want to know. You have disrupted your classes, openly disobeyed teacher orders." Mr. Delmas scrolled down a list he had earlier compiled of all the incidents and demerits Odd had accumulated over the last few months, "I think my only choice is to reprimand you for your actions. You may not attend the homecoming dance tonight, and you won't be allowed to participate on any extracurricular activities until your teachers agree that you have improved on your grade." Mr. Delmas had a harsher punishment floating around his mind, but, being the sensible man he was, he thought Odd deserved another chance.
"Yes, sir." Odd replied, accepting his prison term of a fate.
"Now, get off to class." Mr. Delmas said, Odd then leaving his office.
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"Would you two idiots hurry up?" Sissi half asked, half commanded. Nicholas and Herb were behind her with a large amount of papers in their hands. "The ballot boxes are in here." Sissi walked into the currently empty closet in the gym.
"Sissi, do you really think this plan will work?" Nicholas asked, looking rather confused by the papers he was carrying.
"Hey, don't criticize the plan, it was my idea." Herb said in the loudest whisper voice he could muster with the pitch of his voice.
"Would both of you shut up?" Sissi questioned, opening the ballot boxes. "If this works just like we plan, Ulrich and I will be king and queen. Then he'll fall in love with me and we'll live happily ever after." Sissi's eyes filled with visions of Ulrich.
"Sissi, I don't think it works like that." Herb said, slightly beaten due to his feelings for Sissi.
"Well, it better work like that this time, for your sake." Sissi said, making sure to strike fear into her laborers.
Sissi filled the boys ballot box with pieces of paper saying "Ulrich", while she did the same with girls names saying "Sissi".
"When that call the king and queen to the stage, Ulrich will be shocked to be with me." Sissi said, her voice that of a hunter having just set a trap for her pray.
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Ulrich was getting ready for homecoming, it already being 7:30 pm. He only had thirty minutes before the dance began and he wanted to look his best. Yumi asked him if he wanted to go with her earlier that day, and he said yes. Ulrich's heart practically skipped not just one, but two beats upon hearing her say this to him earlier.
"Too bad you can't go, Odd." Ulrich said, trying to sound sympathetic even with his unusually good mood still being set in place.
"It's fine, I didn't want to dress up fancy anyway. Plus Jeremy said that I could watch for a tower while he's gone, so I'll have a very interesting night." The sarcasm rolled off Odd's sightly dry lips.
"I'm sorry. Just study for our test tomorrow or something." Ulrich said, trying to figure out how to tighten his tie.
"So, you going with Yumi?" Odd asked, his face turning to a smile as though he has just forgotten about how boring his evening would be.
"Umm... Yeah, but we are just friends." Ulrich said, sweat appearing by his brow.
"Sure you are." Odd said with many major slurs and pauses in the sentence, making in seem extremely sarcastic. The school bell rang, signaling that the dance was now letting students in. "Have fun."
"Thanks, buddy, you too." Ulrich said, leaving his friend back in their dorm.
Odd had been working on his forced assignments from his teachers when he heard a *beep* *beep* *beep* coming from Jeremy's laptop.
'Oh no!' He thought, his mind worried over the possible destruction X.A.N.A may be causing somewhere in the world. "I've got to tell the others."
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"Hey, Joe, come look at this." Bill asked his friend. They were both city power workers, and Bill showed his friend the monitor.
"What's going on?" He asked, concerned over what may happen next. "It's almost as though the city's power grid is overloading at a rapid pace. How is that possible?"
"It's not," Bill said, thinking back to his classes on power overloads and how to deal with them, "it's probably just a glitch in the system. I'll have the guys go check it out." Bill motioned for the group of three electric workers to go out and test the large cables for overloading. What he didn't notice, however, was the mark that covered his large computer screen.
Thanks for all the support, I was super tired when I wrote this, so it probably won't be amazing. Please read and review.