‡‡ Hiyama University ‡‡

Even if Yohio was given a very simple task, and allowed to bring the copy of his assignment in front for him to read, the pressure, anticipation and Miss Kiyomi's queer look was making him very uncomfortable. Yohio remained standing as stiff as a rock for several minutes and the teacher never ran out of patience to hear what he had done.

The teacher was standing firm at the right side of the classroom near the blackboard, overlooking the class while Yohio was at the center, holding a piece of paper by both hands.

She slides back the right sleeve of her gray coat and looked at her wristwatch.

"Please, don't be scared. Take your time. You won't take your seat nor start anew lesson until you delivered your 'perfectly crafted masterpiece'." Miss Kiyomi said, smiling. "If I need to watch you for hours till five, it's okay. Besides, I'm paid by the hour."

Mild shaking was noticeable on Yohio's body even though he was silently recollecting his confidence, which was drained the time Miss Kiyomi called him and made him stand in front.

"Mister Yohio, you only need to read your work to us. And— why are you shaking, I thought winter was over four months ago?" the teacher said, Yohio was not moving at his place and still holds the paper in front.

"Maybe, Yohio was a sick chicken!" a male student from the back said, the students tried to contain their laughter.

When Miss Kiyomi heard it, she looked back at the class. "Who said that!"

The rest of the class points their fingers and pens to a short guy sitting at the back, four rows away from Yohio's desk.

"Oliver.." Miss Kiyomi said, looking to him.

"Y—yes, Sensei?"

She pulled out a red card from her coat's left pocket and showed it to Oliver. "Because you said something inappropriate at my class and against the school rules, congratulations! You received yourself a special reward: Detention for two hours, you will write 'I won't say that my classmate is a sick chicken for the rest of the school year' on paper a thousand times, and you will have the same penalty just like Yohio made; you'll also write a short story for me and all of the papers must be submitted at the end of the week. I will hang this red 'D' card with your badge after this and will only be removed when you completed your requirements. Understand, Oliver?"

When Oliver heard the punishment, his eye became teary, and knocked down his head to the desk, sobbing. "Oh God, why! I just said an expression!"

"Another one thousand for complaining!" the teacher said, Oliver planted his face against his desk.

Afterwards, she returned her look at Yohio. She noticed that his lips were stuttering out words, yet no sound nor hush were heard by the her.

On the other hand, Yohio knew he can't be like a frightened child for the whole stretch of the class.

'I— I can't be like this. Its embarrassing to Vanessa to see me like this. Yo-hio, focus.' he thought to himself.

He took a deep breath and spit out the first words then telling the rest of the story.

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"Jay was an average teenager who likes to have a good time. Everyday before leaving his castle, he brings vodka and put it inside his luxury school bag. Afterwards, he rode off to school using one of his several private bullet trains parked at their backyard.

Before he could enter public school which was operated by the public population themselves, and their school roles were told by a sacred ritual called 'spin the bottle', he knew his parents could only afford to buy him a cheap bullet train instead of a teleportation machine.

His father Eduardo Loco, who works as an astro-cowboy in a nearby asteroid, approached Jay with a sad face before going in the train.

'Jay, you have grown so fast. Last time I saw you, you're a jerk; now you're an idiot.' Eduardo said, hugging his son. 'Please forgive me and your mom. This is all we can afford for your school.'

Jay smiled and replied. 'It's okay dad, I understand.'

'That time we knew that taking you to the school wasn't easy. We are so poor, I only have 24 billion dollars left at my purse.'

Jay patted his father's back. 'It's okay dad, the school is not far from here, just a block away from our castle. I got used in using train to go to school even though the traffic in the road was worse— still I study and party hard at school together with our alcoholic teacher.'

'I am so proud of you my son.' the father said. 'Go on now my son, you'll be late for your first class.'

Jay walked out and made a last look.

'Jay, don't forget to wear your uniform!'

He nodded, then pulled out a pink tutu, a wand and a wizard hat, waving it high to his father.

'Yes, dad! I have it here!'

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When he arrived, he was walking down the hall about to pass the staircase when suddenly a girl had slipped from the metal staircase and landed exactly to the guy, being the two of them laid flat on the floor. The two had looked on each other's super pierced, super electromagnetic green orb that spells like forever.

The girl was stunned because Jay tased her.

After having some wild electric seizures, Jay said, 'Get off me! You're staining my tutu!'

The girl made a puppy eyes and said, 'I— I'm sorry if I caused trouble to your tutu but, I only need something from you..'

'What do you need? A bottle of vodka?'

The female held her head close to Jay's right ear. 'Not that. I want something from your body.'

'Oh... Do you need a kiss?'

Then, the female smiled, exposing her two razor sharp teeth. 'I want your blood!'

'Oh crap.' Jay said, the female bit his neck and he died instantaneously.

The end."
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Weight was completely removed from Yohio's shoulders when he managed to finish reading his assignment. She shook off his body one more time and took a breath. He momentarily closed his eyes and when he opened them up, he saw Vanessa, looking unto him, expressing support through a shy smile.

Miss Kiyomi lifted her rectangular eyeglasses. "Well done Mister Kagamine, that's the worst story I've ever heard. Since our topic was about clichés, the logic does not really matter in your assignment; still, its counted. Please give me your homework and you can have your seat afterwards."

He bowed down. "Thank you very much Sensei!" He said, relieved.

While returning to his seat, Miss Kiyomi called the attention of the class.

"Okay class, if you have any questions about Yohio's story, please raise your hand." she said, returning to her desk.

A student raised her hand.

The student stands up. "Miss Kiyomi, why Jay still needs to use a vehicle when his school was only a few blocks away from his house. And why he was using bullet train in the road. Isn't the train was supposed to be on railways, not roads?"

"Good question Miss Kobayashi, thank you for asking." she said, letting the student sat down. "As you heard at Yohio's 'make-up' story, it defies logic entirely. You see, clichés in story sometimes noticeable when you spotted very awkward scenarios that only existed in the pages of the books alone. Like the story you had heard recently, in the story, Jay was said to be 'an average teenager', right?"

"Yes ma'am." Miss Kobayashi said.

She continued, "But in the story it said that he lives on a castle, allowed to bring vodka in school and much worse of all, he owns a train! Generally, from the information laid across the story, it is safe to say that Jay was not an average teenager."

She opened up her lesson planner and picked up her pen.

"Class, you've just heard an example of why clichés are terrible when together so, for today's activity, I want each one of you to write your suggestions about the characters with a minimum of three sentences per character. Write your answers on your blue notes and when done bring it here. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Kiyomi!" the class replied.

"And before I forgot, Yohio is exempted because he already did and told the story to the class." Miss Kiyomi said while looking at him, Yohio was relieved more. "But, when I see you again sleeping or even dozing, you will do it."

Yohio bowed his head a bit paired with a hesitant smile. "Y-yes, Sensei."