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The halls swell with students, overly excited to hear about each others vacations as they go on about every detail of their lives missed between the end of the last year and the beginning of this one. The ruckus makes the class bell practically inaudible, though the teachers were glad to help aid in the shuffling toward first class. The last to mosey out of the halls were Australia and America, comparing tans and biceps before it was left just as empty as this morning before the doors swung open. Part from the creaky janitor pushing his mop down the halls, the only sign that school was in was the cheers or murmurs that escaped from the classrooms.

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In one of these classrooms, Ada, Alexi, Min-Jun, Maeve, Huang, Katinka, Alejandro are standing uncomfortably around a classroom with no chairs among other smaller countries including Latvia and Costa Rica. It was obviously a science classroom, as there were lab stations in the back stocked with various beakers in an overhead cabinet. They look around, confused until a door squeaks open behind a cluttered oak desk. Through it, there are vials of colorful liquids and samples of different metals, even an incubator.

A lanky man coughs into his lab coat sleeve and wafts air away from him, [color=gray]“My [i]my[/i] that bacteria has been in there too long,”[/color] he shakes his shoulders as if to cleanse himself of it, revealing his red-and-white checkered shirt tucked into his khakis. He looks up at the dumbfounded crowd and jolts upright, stuttering his words, [color=gray]“Ohhh yes yes yes, my my, you must be the class!”[/color] he pushes his thick-rimmed glasses further onto his nose. His grey prickly mustache switches over his mouth as he speaks, [color=gray]“You all are so early! So glad to see youngsters ready for class!”[/color] he pulls out a pocket watch and clicks it open. [color=gray]“Blugablehbleh!”[/color] his wiry eyebrows peek over the rims of his glasses, [color=gray]“Two in the morning?! My [b]word[/b]”[/color] he scratches his thinly haired head, [color=gray]“I’m not even sure how you got in here!”[/color]

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