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[ K Y L E , G R A C E &
H E R M I O N E ]

[ K Y L E ]

And right behind Grace, comes out good ol' Mr. Peter, wearing a smug grin with a tinge of satisfaction, for some reason. He must enjoy punishing students, especially when it's their first time. His finger gestures for us to follow.

[ G R A C E ]

Mr. Peter follows me to the door and I feel everyone's curious eyes on me as they slowly grin, satisfied that they are "teacher-free".

"How dare you fools talk back to your teacher so rudely? Is this an American thing? "

I roll my eyes. None of us are American.

Mr. Peter's face is surprisingly even redder and more wrinkles appear on his face. Hermione and Kyle look confident and proud. They should be.

[ H E R M I O N E ]

"Actually, I'm Chinese," I retort, a hint of rebelliousness laced in my tone. I've always acted without thinking, but now that I'm actually confronting the head of our school's mathematics department and treading on thin ice, I know that one wrong move will lead to my demise.

"You... you..." he's at a loss for words, belly sagging and tiny eyes bloodshot. He looks like an old alcoholic stuffed into a suit and thrown into a classroom.

"You idiots!" Mr. Peter finally screams, "all of you, idiots! This academy itself is full of idiots!"

Academy? What? He even called us idiots. None of these words are worthy of being in my vocabulary. I look over at my newfound friends, and they both seem to be holding in their laughter.

The air becomes unusually silent then, with heavy breathing being the only indication that Mr. Peter is still in the room.

We all underestimate him, and nobody expects the events that happen next.

I feel it.

The hairs at the top of my head ruffling slightly, a breeze follows after the object that leaves Mr. Peter's hand.

Impossible. I didn't see him pick up that book, but the hole in the wall behind us is perfect evidence that Mr. Peter, supposedly composed math teacher, just threw a book at three innocent students.

"IDIOTS!" a screech pierces through the air just as my partners in crime and I reach the door.

We leave the room and seal the entrance to the hellhole behind us, panting.

Relief courses through our veins and the three of us laugh.

"Idiot academy..." Kyle muses, "that has a nice ring to it.

"I guess... after all, we're idiots," Grace smirks.

A series of giggles erupt in the middle of one of Brook High's many hallways.

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Author's note:

Sorry for the short chapter, but we hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it!

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