Boring. That’s how Akihito would describe his day. Nothing particularly exciting had transpired thus far. There was, of course, the music instructor… But that wasn’t really too much of a concern to Akihito. He didn’t have any of the man’s classes and his passing didn’t affect the rest of his classes in any noticeable way. Sure, some students were absent from class during the entire day but that was probably because they either decided to use the teacher’s sudden heart attack as an excuse to leave the school or they were spending the day with the team of counselors the school had brought in for the students and staff. In the end though, he really just didn’t quite get it. 

	“Mr. Osamu,” Akihito’s physics teacher, Mrs. Noel, got his attention since he was dozing off again. He sat up and gazed at her, showing that she had his attention. “Why is it that a rocket increases its velocity over time?” 

	He knew this one. He knew a great deal about physics… so he didn’t know why she had bothered to ask him. “Because, as a rocket approaches apogee it burns more and more fuel. As the fuel is used in the thrust-reaction the rocket loses mass and gains speed. Assuming that the motor is set to burn fuel at a constant rate, that is.” He realized why he was asked a question. A police officer was in the room, asking questions, and she wanted to show off her star pupil. Even though he had taught himself most of what he knew about the subject. 

	It was nothing against her, it was just that he never really paid much attention during her class. He was sure that she was a perfectly good teacher. She did this all the time though. When another teacher, an administrator, a parent, or, in this case, a police officer entered the class she’d usually ask him a conceptual question in an attempt to impress whoever it was. The officer didn’t seem impressed. 

	“Ma’am, would you mind if I talked to you in private? Outside.” She left the room with the officer for about thirty seconds. When she came back in she wore an expression of dread. 

	“Alright, class, we’re going to meet with the rest of the school in the auditorium about Gregg,” the music instructor, “apparently they’ve…” She seemed to be considering whether or not to say more. “Anyway, let’s head over to the auditorium.”