I wasn't expecting people to actually like this... thank you.

Tango POV:

School is about to start, and I have been setting up something that will in a way disguise my "alternative teaching methods" from the school board.

The bell rings letting students know they must go to their first class, or in the case of my students, only class. And one by one they file into their seats.

"Good Morning!"
"Alright, so today, you are going to show me what you are best at. But first some rules that I didn't explain yesterday.
First, there will be no speaking of what happens in this class outside of this classroom.
Second, physical fighting will not be tolerated, if you try starting a fight with another student in this class, you will both be forced to put on an entire skit about why it was wrong.
Third, if you try to steal, or make a mess that you don't clean up, you will clean the entire classroom. Sure that doesn't look too bad right now, but I mean the entire classroom." And with the snap of my fingers the room appears to be 3x larger than it was. I can see on their faces they are a little spooked.

"Mr. Tek how have you managed to do this? Classrooms don't just grow in size??" A well mannered but stubborn student, Wels, asked.

"That my friend is an excellent question that I'm not going to answer"
"Anyways, back to today's assignment! You lot are going to show me what you can do best. For example, False with swords, and Zedaph with sewing. You have 3 hours before lunch. After lunch I will look at what's been going on. Have Fun!" I dismiss them to go do their own thing.

"XB? Can I speak with you?"

He didn't say much or anything really, he stood up and walked to my desk.

"What's going on, you haven't said a thing, if you need to talk say something, I'd love to know who you are. Is there anything you enjoy doing or that you are good at?"

"..."

"Look you Are going to be in this room 7 hours a day 5 days a week. Communication is important and I want you to understand that."

"..."

"Sir, he is in this class because he refuses to speak. He only speaks to Joe, who has been absent this week because he got sick." Another student, Zedaph, mentioned as he walks by.

"Is there anything you would like to do while you wait for your friend to return?" He says nothing instead walks up to the white board and picks up a piece of chalk. He seems to think for a moment before writing something? No drawing something. I can't make out what it is yet.

"I guess I'll leave you to it, if you need something let me know."

I decided to walk around and see what's happening.

Stress is in the corner of the room that is a kitchen, she appears to be kneading some dough.

"So Stress? Whatcha baking" I ask, as I approach the counter.

"Cinnamon swirl bread, it's going to be gorgeous!" she says enthusiastically.

"I'm sure it will turn out great." I smile before walking to the next student.

This one has a prosthetic arm and green skin, one eye has metal plating, the other pure black. He wears a torn lab coat. He's with another student who's wearing a lime green hoodie. The first student seems to have opened up the second students robotic ... eye.

"So uhh what's going on over here?"

"Iskall's eye short circuited last night, so I'm trying to see if I can fix it. The trouble seems to be faulty wiring. But I can't see in there too well."

"If you need some lights here ya go" I snap my finger and a few small bright floating orbs appear before them.

"Thanks man, makes a lot of difference!"

I head off to the sound of metal clashing, seeing False and another student.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"False wanted to practice sword fighting so I offered to help." The second student, Beef, says before continuing with false.

"Just don't stab each other, alright?"

I walk up to Zedaph, who is taking measurements of another student, Impulse.

"So what's going on over here?"

"Hi, I'm putting Impulse in a dress."
"He doesn't have a choice."

"Ok, Impulse, how do you feel about this?"

"I really don't care, this isn't the first time, I let him use me as a human mannequin, I launch him 60ft in the air, that's kinda how our friendship has always been."

"Oh ok."
"Wait did you say launch him 60ft in the air?????"

"I said what I meant, and meant what I said."

"Alrighty then. Whatever fuels your fire"

Ren and Grian were dressing up as different characters. I looked back to quiet XB only to see he designed a plane. I figured it's best to wait for Joe to get back before I ask any questions about it. I watch as Keralis walks by with a few planks of wood under his arm.

I follow him.

"Whatcha building there?"

"A boottiful shelf."

"Cool, cool. A shelf for what?"

"I dunno maybe a shelf that can hold kitchen supplies or a shelf for storing fabrics or maybe Iskall's booshes or a shelf for spare parts, whatever you think needs a shelf."

"A shelf is worthless until it has a use" I say walking while walking over to Bdubs who seems to be painting something.

"So an artist I see? What's your favorite thing to paint?"

"Houses and castles, I absolutely love how gosh darn beaUtiful they can be"

"I see, what are you painting right now?"

"A castle"

"Ok enjoy your painting."

Everyone seems to be enjoying doing stuff, rather than just sitting mindlessly reading stuff they don't need to know. And what they don't know is that, for outside of people of this class, the window that's in the door doesn't show what's really going on. It shows the students sitting at their table like desks, doing regular things teens do when bored in class. If they look through the window they won't see two kids sword fighting, instead they would see two kids not paying attention, tapping their pencils together. It's all an illusion to people who are not in this class.

I'm thinking to myself, when a blue face appears upside down infront of me.

"OH! Hello Jevin, just hanging around I see. So what exactly are you doing on the ceiling?"

"Just hanging around like you said."
"Anyways, Wels found the drums so have fun getting him to actually leave at the end of the day."

"Oh?"
"Thanks for the heads up!"

And with that he melts back up to the ceiling, that's going to take some time getting used to. And he wasn't wrong, there was Wels drumming a very upbeat tune.

But one student caught my eye, this student had white hair and most of his face had a mask covering it. He seems to be setting something up with pvc pipes of varying sizes and lengths. I'm going to inspect this, it has peaked my interest.

"So Etho, is it? What is all this?"

"Just testing different ways to make sound, so if we hit the tubes with the mallet, they make different pitched sounds as the air inside them vibrates" he proceeded to whack the tubes.
"By hitting different tubes in different patterns, you make something that sounds actually pleasant."

"I have no idea what you just said or what it means, but you sound like you know what you're doing and all I know is tubes make good noi-" que the sound of an electric guitar. I look over and see Xisuma shredding the intro to ride the lightning. Clearly he likes guitar.

"Etho, you Xisuma and Wels should start up band, it could make really interesting music, well I got an idea for a group project assignment now for later on"

"Maybe lol"

I look at the time, near time for lunch, I'm supposed walk these kids down to the cafeteria and then bring them back to the classroom to eat.

"Alright Everybody find a stopping point within the next 5 minutes to get ready for lunch." I call out.

After a few minutes they are grouped at their desk table things. This was clearly intended to be a science classroom or something.

"Everyone ready?" I motion towards the door and follow them to the cafeteria.

Time skip (brought to you by procrastination)

By the end of the day: Impulse was in a ball gown, 3 loaves of bread had been made, a plane was designed, a shelf had been built, and the ceiling needs to be mopped. All in all a great day hidden behind the illusion of conforming!

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It's funny to think about how a year ago I was updating this book everyday sometimes multiple times a day lol
Now I update maybe twice a month at most.

I understand season 8 has started but I'm not going to stop updating this book, as I never intended it to be strictly any one season. I will continue to update this for as long as I wish.

But for now, Keep swimming my little fishies!

Much love,
Shark.