Desmond's POV

We arrive at school and go to our regular classes.

"What class do we have now?" Edward asks, tossing his Drama binder into the lockers that each of the assassins were given.

"According to my schedule, we have Biology," Malik says. He's started coming to school with us while Leonardo works as a co-teacher in the art class until they go back to their own time.

Altaïr, Malik, Ezio, Connor, Edward and I walk to the Biology room. When we arrive, I immediately see a massive poster of the human body on the board while the science teacher, Mr. Brown, stands beside it. All of us sit in a row, and I end up right in between Malik and Altaïr.

Once everyone is in class, Mr. Brown claps his hands together and smiles.

"Today, we're talking about the human body. Specifically, amputation."

Malik and Altaïr look towards each other and I mentally face palm.

Why are all the teachers trying to kill me?

"Now, what's incredibly interesting about amputation is how-" Mr. Brown begins, but Malik cuts him off.

"There's really nothing great about amputaion."

"Malik and Altaïr! You two have experience with this! Would you like to explain anything?" Mr. Brown asks, grinning. Altaïr frowns and I sigh.

"Well, you see, nothing is good about missing half of a finger! Do you know how hard it is to wear a wedding ring?" Altaïr asks.

"You're married?" Mr. Brown looks shocked, and I elbow Altaïr in the ribs before he can respond.

"No! But when I need one!" Altaïr says quickly.

"And everyone stares at you when you only have one arm! And you can't fight-" I kick Malik's leg and he quickly changes what he was about to say. "To play any instruments or play sports or anything like that!"

Mr. Brown nods and continues his lesson. I glare at Malik and Altaïr and they both smile sheepishly.

"Sorry Dezzie," Altaïr says. I break into a grin and try to stop myself from laughing.

"Shut up, Altaïr."

The lesson continues and Malik and Altaïr look at each other over and over again, annoyed expressions on both of their faces.

"Sometimes people will need to lose limbs or fingers due to accidents," Mr. Brown says. Malik glares at Altaïr and Altaïr shrugs.

"I was thrown and the wall crumbled! I couldn't do anything!" he mutters.

"Do you have something to add, Altaïr?" Mr. Brown asks.

"Um, people may also need to lose limbs or fingers to make something easier for them," he says.

"Like what?" Mr. Brown asks.

"Um, well, when I was younger, I... um... lost my finger so I could... write in Arabic easier!"

I try not to laugh as Mr. Brown nods.

"That's very interesting, Altaïr!"

"Altaïr, you lying son of a-" Malik begins, but begins laughing and has to cover his mouth so it isn't as loud.

"Wow, you guys will not shut up!" Edward whispers, also grinning. He knows why Altaïr REALLY lost his finger, as well as the others.

The class ends after a while longer, and we walk out of the class.

"What a lesson!" Connor says. "I heard more from you guys than the actual teacher!"

"Very educational," Ezio laughs.

"What class do we have now?" Edward asks.

"Gym. I think this is a co-ed class with the girls," I say, grabbing my gym bag from my locker. The others grab their gym bags and we sprint towards the gymnasium.