New Human

3rd period was Photography for Twilight. Inside, it had a 5 rows computers facing the front of the class. A dark room was located in the back with a basket of props for photography. Pictures of past student work covered the walls, some even covering a window or two. A projector was attached from the ceiling that faced the front side of the room with the board.

The teacher was in her 20s, she was Hispanic with very long hair flowing down to her ankles. She wore a dress that looked like she bought from Macy's or Ross. Calming music was playing in the background, filling the room with an ambient noise of birds and guitar.

The bell had just rung and everyone is coming inside. The teacher stood in front of the room, sitting on a wooden stool. "Sit anywhere you like and look at me! I want to see your faces"

Twilight took the seat near the door, looked at the teacher with a smile.

"Good morning class! My name is Ms. Gonzalez! I'm the photography teacher here at Oakvale High School." The class was silent. " Wow, I can probably tell that this class is gonna be so silent. This is gonna be great." She goes to her desk and pulls up a panel for the kids to read. There were bullet points with questions such as 'Favorite Hobby' and 'Favorite Music'.

"Alright, pumpkins!" She sat on the wooden stool again. "We're gonna introduce ourselves today. I'll go first, then I pick one of you. After that, you can pick whichever person you want."

She cleared her throat. "My name is Ms. Gonzalez. I was born with a French mother and a Mexican father in Arizona. I had one brother and two sisters." She begins to slow down, "I- uh... My father left us when my brother was 10, and it was just terrible. I was always such a bad girl in high school cause my father left and my stepfather was such... a horrible.. horrible person." She stops talking. "Anyway, would anyone wanna volunteer before I start picking?"

"I guess I'll give it a go." Twilight raised her hand.

"Ah! Hello baby, what's your name?" Gonzalez smiled.

"Tw--Christina. But everyone calls me Twilight."

"Twilight. Wow, that's such a beautiful name. Twilight.."

"Thank you."

"Why did they name you that?"

Twilight stopped. "Well, I... Um.."

A voice came from across the room. "It's a long story, Ms. Gonzalez." ha

"Who said that?" Gonzalez asked. Everyone turned and looked at a boy wearing a suit.

"It was me," the voice called as he raised his hand, "I'm sorry."

"Oh my Gosh!" She squealed, "Kevy!" It was Kevin.

"Damn" He said with clenched teeth. She ran up to Kevin with open arms. "Oh shit, Ms. Gonzalez, I hope you're not gonna hug m--Aah!" He jumped out of his chair and started to run away from the teacher. They both ran around the classroom for a minute before Kevin ran inside the dark room, where he locked himself inside. "Son of a bitch!"

Gonzalez looked back at the students. "I'm so sorry, everyone. I just get so excited to seeing some old students that I just wanna give them such a big hug!" The kids stayed silent. "Anyway, I'm sorry Twilight."

"That's alright." Twilight adjusted her chair.

"Please continue." Gonzalez sat back onto the stool.

Kevin and Twilight walked down to the gym, meeting up with Lyra in front. In front of the gym, a large crowd of students await for the gym doors to open. "Hey!" Lyra waved to them, they waved back. "Kevin, what class are you taking?"

"Dance."

"Dance? That's cool."

"Yeah, I know."

The doors opened, the kids opened the others as they entered the gym. Twilight, Lyra, and Kevin walked inside and sat on the bleachers closest to the door. The gym was filled with different scents that were either disgusting or with perfumes from the lower-class freshman and sophomores.

A teacher, wearing golf clothing and sporting a beard, directed everyone to the bleachers on the left. The students sat next to their friends and were chatting away at what they did over the summer or how they missed them. Two kids were kissing one step where the trio are sitting in. Everyone started to quiet down as the PE teachers went inside a storage room and Hightower entered.

Hightower took the microphone. "Everyone! Please be quiet, I need you all to be quiet while I read this card." He took out an index card. "Now.. all the way from Southern California, who wrestled a cow and.. beat a frog in thumb wrestling? It's... Mr. Johnson!" Mr. Johnson ran outside from the storage room wielding boxing gloves as they clapped for him. He wore a red beret and a Marvel shirt.

"Now, this teacher has..." He squinted at the card, "Um.. this says that he was been seen in many movies back in the 90s, and 'took 20 advil liqui-gels for headaches.' Why didn't you just take 3 Aleve? Don't try to give him a stroke, Mr. Dick!" Some laughed hysterically, some just clapped.

"Now, this teacher has egged my car, house, my office, my other car... Mrs. Feih!" She held a carton of eggs with her. Hightower tried to use Mr. Dick as a human shield to block her eggs.

Introductions of the PE teachers ended with Ms. Munchi, a woman in her late 30s. After that, the trio were told to follow Mrs. Feih into the dance room. Mrs. Feih tells the students to sit down on the floor and chat a bit, either sitting on the mats or on the wooden floor. Inside the dance room, there were nothing but some rolled up wrestling mats in the back and some plastic rifles.

Lyra talked to Kevin, "Hey, Kevin."

"Yes?"

"Can I see your classes?"

"No.." He gave her the transcript.

Kevin Ramos
Period 1: Chemistry
Period 2: Integrated Math 2
Period 3: Photography 1
Period 4: English 11
Period 5: Dance
Period 6: American History

"Hmm." Lyra compared her classes with Kevin's. "I have... only dance with you."

"Weird," Twilight said "I almost have the same classes as you."

"That's freaky."

"Ok class!" Mrs. Feih shouted to the class. "My name is Mrs. Feih and I am the dance teacher. I kinda noticed that this year, there's a lot more boys in dance than all my other classes. Well, I'd like to separate the boys and the girls and let everyone talk while I talk to the boys."

Kevin was flipping through his pictures through his phone, "Wait, what?"

"She said all the boys to talk to Mrs. Feih." Twilight said, she turned to Lyra. "Come on, Lyra."

Kevin and 6 other boys walked to the teacher. "Ok, how many of you boys are senior?" The teacher asked. Four boys raised their hands. "Ok, how about juniors?" Kevin and another raised his hand. "Alright, stay here. I'm gonna talk to the girls. You 6 just talk and meet each other." She walks away to the girls.

"So... why'd you guys choose dance?" Kevin asked them.

A japanese kid, wearing a blue hoodie and a hiking backpack, answered first. "I was missing a couple credits for PE and I hated running, so I chose dancing." His accent felt weak, but sounded like it could be better.

Another kid, someone who looks like Kevin before going to the Philippines, answered also. "I.. uh.. I just wanted to do it for the.. you know, girls." He had a nasal voice, Harry Potter glasses and a haircut that looked like he had just gotten out of a brawl.

"I had dancing last year and I wanna do it again." A senior said. He had short curly hair and a flamboyant voice. He was big, looked mixed, and homosexual.

"Why'd you join?" The japanese kid said.

"Oh, you know.. Flipped a coin."

Lyra and Twilight ran towards Kevin at a frightening speed. Lyra pushed Twilight out of the way and hugged Kevin tightly as he was pushed to the wall. "Kevin! Guess what!"

"Ah! The freakin' knob on the locker is stabbing me! What?"

"You and me are dance partners!" Lyra said with an open smile.

"Um.. Ok then? What about Twilight?"

Kevin looked at Twilight, "I'm your partner too. She's just your partner for this semester."

He tries to remove Lyra's arms from his body. "Lyra! I know you're glad about being partners, but get off me! My god, I think I scraped my skin! Help!!"

The lunchroom was filled with freshman students getting their lunches. The upperclassmen were found in small pockets of the lunchroom. Everyone talked about their classes and catch up on things such as vacation time and what they had for breakfast. The gang sat in the middle tables which were close to some Freshmen who were picking on them.

"God damn it, those damn freshman are annoying me." Seamus said.

"Relax, don't let them get to you." Kevin took Seamus' chocolate milk carton and drank it.

"That was mine!" He turned back to his plate. *sigh* "Anyway... I can't wait till Friday. Freshman Fridays are easier since the kids are so tiny."

"Freshman Friday?" Twilight looked at the boys. "What's that?"

"It's when like Seniors and Juniors mess with Freshman cause.... they're Freshman." Kevin answered.

"But why?"

"They're annoying! They talk too much, mess around too much, talk shit about people, whatever! They're so damn immature."

"Is this like.. weekly?"

"No, just a one time thing. We only can them, but that's just the first week of school only. Heard that if we get caught, we get suspended and it all depends on how deep with canned them."

'Ouch! That's harsh."

"Anyway, how was 2nd period you guys?"

"Oh my Gosh! That class was terrible!" Twilight cried. "I hate my math teacher so much!"

"Who do you have?"

"Mrs. Hall!"

"You have Mrs. Hall too?" Seamus asked. "That old bitch is racist!"

"I know! We were just talking about that syllabus, and this Asian kid came inside the room and she said, 'Oh great, it's another Asian in this class.' Everyone heard that too!"

"Damn, that's messed up."

"I know.. At least I didn't say anything bad." She sighed, "I can't believe how messed up you people can be sometimes."

"Least we're not like those things your 'Princess Celestia' thought of."

"I'm probably gonna find some kid and make him my rival." Kevin said as he entered the classroom with Twilight.

"Why?" Twilight asked.

"No idea."

There were many people Kevin knew, but not Twilight. The teacher, Mr. Stapler, has his formal attire on with a tie. He has words on the board that say 'Go Giants' and a few other sports teams around his work area. His name and background information is also on the board.

"Just take a seat anywhere, class! There's no seating arrangement." Mr. Stapler said to the class.

"Huh, Mr. Stapler... Where does the district get these people?" Kevin said to Twi.

"I know, first Mr. Dick, then Mrs. Cockparty, Now Mr. Stapler?" Twilight replied.

"I feel as if God, or a higher force, did this for amusement. I'm probably gonna leave class if something ridiculous happens..."

"How now, Brown Cow?"

"Very funny..." He said dryly.The two took their seats next to DeVonte, Nathaniel, Dave and Issac, who are really good friends with Kevin.

"Good afternoon everyone!" Mr. Stapler stood in front of the desk. "My name looks like Mr. Stapler, but my name is actually, Magicus-Aspirigasus."

"That's it!" Kevin stood up. "This is getting too ridiculous for me!"

"Um.. Where are you going?" The teacher asked.

"I'm leaving this classroom, right now!" He walks out of class as everyone watches him leave. He comes back three seconds later breathing heavily and scared. "Well, I'm going back to my seat."

"Why?"

"Hightower." Everyone groaned at the word, 'Hightower'.

"Well, anyway, please take your seat."

"Fine, Mr. Magic."

"I was kidding about that, my name isn't really Magicus-Aspirigasus. I thought it'd be funny if I had a funny name since everyone else had one." Mr. Stapler said. "But my last name really IS Stapler, just pronounced differently."

"How does it go?"

"Stapler (Stahp-ler)" He looks at the class, "Anyway, I'm sure you all heard about the things such as reading the syllabus and all that nonsense. Bet you're all tired from that?"

"Yup!" The whole class said together.

"Ok then. Let's not read this since it'll just bore 99% of the class anyway."

"I'm bored." Nathan whispered. His long hair covered half of his face that was riddled with acne.

"Me too." DeVonte whispered back.

Twilight pulled herself into the conversation. "Hey, do you guys heard about that purple lightning over in the Philippines?"

"Yeah," DeVonte answered, "I hope my Lolo and my other family members are safe."

"Lolo?"

"It means grandpa in Tagalog."

"I never knew you were Filipino. I thought Kevin was the only Filipino here."

"Nah, my momma is Filipino. My dad is black, but he left when I was like 5."

Twilight was shocked, "I'm so sorry."

"That's cool, though. You didn't do anything wrong."

Nathan looks at Kevin, "Heh, I'm surprised Kevin hasn't said anything bad yet."

"Yet."

"Kevin's just waiting for the right time. Cause he's full Asian."

"I like whispering too!" Mr. Stapler whispered loudly as he crouched down. The others were surprised and went back to work.

"Me too!" Kevin whispered back.

"What were you guys talking about?"

"We're talking about candy!"

"I like Reese's Pieces!"

Their whispers grow louder, amusing the class with their nonsensical whispering. This went on for the rest of class and before anyone knew it, the class ends.

"Goodbye! Remember, 1,3,5 days tomorrow!" Mr. Stapler shouted.

"Um.. Stapler?" He looked down to Kevin. "We're still here.."

"Oh.. Whoops!"