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[h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3]

[color=f7976a]"Well you're a dumb dumb meanie pants! That plan was genius! What other way did we have to stop the fighting? If we just let it continue, there was a chance other people were going to get hurt!"[/color]

Graham’s eyes darted around, looking for some sort of camera. This couldn’t be real. This had to be some sort of joke. This, ‘monster’ and teacher had just called him a…Dumb dumb meanie pants. What? Why? And was she...pouting? 

...was this teacher a toddler?

A toddler couldn’t be a teacher...could it?

But she had a point. A fight, a true fight that is, would have been disasterous. Graham was still trying to wrap his mind around the concept of supers. He had heard of them, who hadn’t, but he didn’t really think it held a shred of truth. That could be contributed to his parents. Never straying far from the homestead, it’s not surprising they had never seen a super. So why would they believe? But then again, Graham was *technically* one. So there’s that.

[color=f7976a]"Calling your teacher an asshat monster. Wow, you freshmen this year really are just plain [i]rude[/i]."[/color]

Graham, still somewhat gripped by fear, almost lost it right there. She made the call. He called her out. That’s strike...what, nineteen? Come on, Ump, call the out. Please.

[color=f7976a]"I'm going to have fun with all of you in my class if you all dislike me so much~"[/color]

He found himself begging the universe itself to make sure he avoided that class. He was offering everything he had. Hell, he was offering everything the people around him had. Just. Be. Merciful.

She giggled.

What?

That was a giggle. 

THAT WAS A GIGGLE! 

She was laughing about this?!! 

Then it hit Graham. He noticed the upperclassmen, just standing about with smug looks on their faces, one even having a pleasant chat with the thing in, what, French? Maybe Spanish. She was screwing with them.  

She confirmed his suspicions by ordering Alexis and Eenie Meanie Miney Ho to shake hands. She probably didn’t care less about this. Hell, she’d probably have done something of the sort even if a fight hadn’t happened. Mixed feelings came to Graham. Of course he was practically ecstatic that this thing wasn’t here to harvest their bones and bring about the end of times. Then again, she had been pretty reckless. Hell, under her orders, Kitty got injured. And so did Nontalking Glass Girl. But...she didn’t seem to be TOO much of a threat. Now, at least. 

And now came the embarrassment. He had freaked out when trying to evacuate the tram, announced himself as Senor Spaz to the upperclassmen. I mean, they probably couldn’t blame him, but from his experience, upperclassmen could be jerks. Still, Graham was getting a feeling that ‘Meredith’ did this sort of thing often. He could only imagine a few of the smugheads crapping themselves upon seeing the MiniMenace.

Graham shifted his gaze to the floor and coughed. 

[color=f7976a]“Uhh...if everything’s uh...taken care of...”[/color]

His face still felt hot and his throat shaky. Teenage anxiety, man, it’s a bigg’un. 

[color=f7976a]“Are we free to go?”[/color] [/centre]