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Impulses POV:

I walked into the class as the bell rang, and sat down in my seat next to my best friend, Zedaph. This is a class of misfits, we aren't really wanted anywhere in the school, we have one teacher all day. As the other students take their seats, there were no signs of our teacher.

A moment later the door opens to not our teacher. Instead of our normal teacher, a blond man with pure red eyes walks into the classroom. He's not dressed like a normal teacher, considering a he's wearing torn dark red jeans, a dark grey button up shirt tucked in, with dark grey knee high combat boots, and some chains handing at the waist of his jeans. I assume he's a new student since he looks to be our age. But he never sits down, he has a friendly smirk to his face. Still no sign of our teacher.

"Good Morning students, im your new teacher  Mr. Tek!" The strange man addresses the class.
I lean over to zed, "you heard that too right?"
He nodds, a bit confused.

Our friend Doc raises his hand.
"Is this some sort of joke? Or what is going on?" He questions, clearly directed at Mr. Tek.

"Nope no jokes, I'm going to be teaching your class today." He says with that same friendly smirk he walked in with.

"Your teacher left a worksheet for me to give you to do, but seeing as it was a lousy word search lookin thing, I decided you won't be doing. Instead I have a lesson planned for you bunch that's intended to expand the way that you think."

I raise my hand.
"Are you even qualified to teach?" There's something about him that's throwing me off

"Nope"

Zedaph turns to me and whispers "this ought to be interesting." I nod and turn back to Mr. Tek.

"So to start us off, today's motto is, mess about and learn what for."
"Any questions? No? Good."

He grabs a piece of chalk and starts writing on the board. It's only illegal if you get caught.

"It's only illegal if you get caught, I'm not saying you should commit murder, don't do that, I'm saying go and explore the abandoned factory, pirate movies, just don't sell them. There's some things that the authorities won't be able to really do anything about"

"Ok but what if you get caught?" The mischievous voice belonging to fellow classmate Etho. He is always one to push rules to their limits.

"Then you get caught, and you weren't being careful."

Actually I can't argue with that logic. He makes a good point.

"That saying you can do anything if you put your mind to it. No not everyone is able to do everything they put their mind to." He Scans around the room, before making eye contact with my friend False.

"Young Lady, you look like the kind of person who genuinely tries to get good grades in school. Do you put your mind to it?" He asks her.

"I try to get at least a B in every class, but the most I can manage to get is a C." She answers.

"Ok so you put your mind to it and have so far been unsuccessful. Is there anything you excel at doing, something that you don't even need to try to do?"

"i have an extensive knowledge of weapons, and how to use them." She answers, and I have to stop and think about it for a moment. I shrug it off as it's none of my business and I never want it to become my business.

"Then become an assassin" he says bluntly.

"Sir that's illegal." Zedaph who hasn't said a thing so far, speaks up.

He turns to Zedaph

"It's only illegal if you get caught. What do you do for fun? What are you good at" The one question Zedaph really shouldn't answer, he will be mocked. I've known him since the start of high school, I learned about his hobbies and how he makes money.
"Don't answer yet I'm going to take a guess based on your general appearance and how you present yourself."
"Let's see, brown tunic, plain jeans, black converse. Scraggly blond hair. Fairly good posture and mannerisms. You seem to be very attentive to detail. Do you sew?" This is the one thing Zedaph is insecure about. I've known him for a while and the first time I was at his house I noticed there was a sewing machine on his desk. He was kind of embarrassed about it.

Zedaph looks down and nods.
"Then become a designer." He smiles.

Our one stubborn class mate speaks up.
"Sir you seem to know more about us then we know about you, and you've only been here for almost 10 minutes. Who are you and how old are you, what do you do for a living." Bdubs spoke in an accusatory tone.

I watch as Mr. Tek makes his way over to the table Bdubs resides at. That same smirk never leaving his face.

"My name is Tango Tek, I'm 240 years old. And I work in demolition. Does this answer your questions Mr....? What's your name?" Wait did he say 240 years old??????

"Bdubs"

"Mr. Bdubs i hope that answers your questions."

I hear foot steps in the hallway out side the classroom, and it appears that Mr. Tek hears them to. By the sound of it they are approaching our classroom. Mr. Tek smiles and snaps his fingers. And in the blink of an eye he is dressed in a deep red suit, and looks more like a professional teacher, the chalk on the board rearrange to form something from actual chemistry. And the work sheet is in front of us.

Our schools principle, Mr. TFC, walks into the room.
"I can see things are going well Mr. Tek, let me know if anyone starts misbehaving. I apologize for giving you a class full of trouble makers, but they drove their last teacher into quitting."

"They are behaving quite well, but thank you for checking in."

"Alright I won't take anymore time from you. Have a good day."

As the foot steps started to face as he walked away from the class room, Mr. Tek snaps his fingers again, and it goes back to the way it was before.

Another one of our classmates, Jevin, yells out clearly shocked.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

"I guess I have some explaining to do now, you see I'm not an ordinary person-"

"Yeah we kind of got that magic man" Doc yells out.

"As i was saying I'm not an ordinary person, that's because I'm not a person. I'm a demon"
"I know that you are the group of students that are, trouble makers, or overall disruptions in a typical class, you don't listen because it doesn't interest you. You get bored with the lectures you have to sit through as you hate the system, it wasn't designed for you lot. I'm not going to lie to you. I'm going to teach you truth. Some of it may be questionable, but it will be information and skills that benefit you more than what I'm supposed to be teaching you."
"Everyone of you is great at something that the system would rather you not be. I'm going to help you understand that you are allowed to be interested in things."
"My class will be easy to pass, all you have to do is show up. You don't have to participate, you can sit and do whatever. Just don't be a disruption to the people who are interesting."
"We are going to have fun"
"And this is going to start with me getting to know what each of you are good at, any volenteers?"
"No?"
"Guess we are doing this my way."
"Alphabetically."
"Beef tell me what you are good at."

"Not sure but I seem to be very charismatic."
"Ok business it is."

"Bdubs?"
"I draw houses."
"Architecture"

"Cleo?"
"Puppetry"

"Cub?"
"Redstone..?"

"Doc?"
"Robotics"

"Etho?"
"music"

"False?"
"Swordsmanship"

"Grian?"
"Drama"

"Impulse?" I had never thought of it too much, I'm panicking, maybe redstone?
"Redstone?"

"Iskall?"
"Botany"

"Jevin?"
"Shape shifting" he's our slimy friend.

"Keralis"
"Construction."

"Mumbo?"
"Redstone"

"Ren?"
"Drama"

"Scar?"
"Astronomy"

"Stress?"
"Baking"

"Wels?"
"Singing"

"XB?"
"..." I've never known him to speak very much.
"Ok I'll get back to you."

"Xisuma?"
"Debate."

"Zedaph?"
"Sewing."

And with the snap of his fingers there's now many new things in the class room. Everything from music equipment, scrap metal and wood, a kitchen, mannequins and rolls of fabric, paint, cameras. I'm shocked at the amount of space this once undecorated classroom has. 

"From This Point on you will explore your interests, expanding them letting yourself get to know yourself."
"I'm only here to supervise" I'm going to respect this peculiar teacher.

"Just remember it's only illegal if you get caught"
"What was today's motto?"
"Mess about and learn what for."
"And what have we done today? Messed around and learned why."

I guess this new teacher isn't too bad, I mean he held the entire classes interest. Sure he may seem odd, but he's interesting.

About 1550 words.
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So I had no idea where I was going with this, I decided to try and write a oneshot like I did a year ago, no plan just letting words pour out and writing a oneshot in one sitting.
I guess it's alright. It's been awhile since i wrote a legit oneshot. Anyways I wanted to write like this again because May 10, was the 1 year anniversary of this book. I can't thank y'all enough for reading this book, everytime I look back at an old fic in here I notice many errors and inconsistency's, but I'm not disappointed in them. They are my creation and nothing is perfect, and I thank you for staying with the whole journey. some of you have been probably been reading since the very beginning, and some may have only started reading this recently, but you are all amazing in my eyes and I cannot thank all of you enough. I know my writing has drastically increased in time between parts. Considering about a year a ago I had at least one part a day or sometimes more than one. Now it may be a month or so before a part. So thank you for your patience it means a lot to me.

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