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Holke watches the teacher ask a easy question, but he doubts himself. “It’s October 17th, 2013… or is it?” He thinks to himself. He almost raises his hand but seems someone else get called. He places his elbow on the desk, arm somewhat up. With his other hand he pulls out a sticky note. He always has pencils out but he pulled out a pen, he writes a note to his sister. What’s the answer?? Plz help. 

Monti shoots Ichosk a dirty look for disrupting his focus and turns the page of his script, now neatly tucked into his history book, in a huff. Unable to regain his focus, he turns his attention to Melodi and tosses her a couple of pink starburst from his pocket.

Melodi picks up the candy and eats one piece quickly tucking the others into her pocket. She looks at Monti and smiles before looking back down at her drawing crumbling it into a ball and placing it in her other pocket. Focusing her attention at Mx. Keene.

Mx. Keene looked across the room as the saw a hand dart into the air.  "Gabe, go for it." Mx. Keene said.

"October 17, 1887. The Segian railroad company needed an outpost in the tundra, so they built Wintreath here."
He lowered his hand and pulled out a history book to check his answer.

"Ah, you're correct on the date, but a little fuzzy on the cause.  The Segian railroad company did indeed initially build here, but abandoned the project sometime in. 

In fact, it was former Spirita Empire citizens fleeing the oppressive regime and finding this land that became the building blocks for our town today.  The Segian railway company took on a renewed interest in the project once they had learned people had begun settling here, and they had sent their own folks to resume building as well as help with creating the town that we know today." Ms. Keene explained as they leaned against the whiteboard.

"Since that day our town and the Segian Railway Company have enjoyed a partnership of sorts together.  And if it wasn't for their help during those times, Wintreath may not have existed...at least, not as we know it today.  Any questions?"  Mx. Keene asked while looking at the class to scan for raised hands.

"Oh, and Mr. Delta...since you were late to class, I hope you don't mind spending some extra time after school." Mx. Keene added with a somewhat disappointed expression.

Holke watches the teacher ask a easy question, but he doubts himself. “It’s October 17th, 2013… or is it?” He thinks to himself. He almost raises his hand but seems someone else get called. He places his elbow on the desk, arm somewhat up. With his other hand he pulls out a sticky note. He always has pencils out but he pulled out a pen, he writes a note to his sister. What’s the answer?? Plz help.

Solveig grimaces in annoyance at her younger brother, his arm at his most out stretched point by the time the question was answered. She sassily stuck her tongue out before turning back towards Mx. Keene.

"Ah, you're correct on the date, but a little fuzzy on the cause.  The Segian railroad company did indeed initially build here, but abandoned the project sometime in. 

In fact, it was former Spirita Empire citizens fleeing the oppressive regime and finding this land that became the building blocks for our town today.  The Segian railway company took on a renewed interest in the project once they had learned people had begun settling here, and they had sent their own folks to resume building as well as help with creating the town that we know today." Ms. Keene explained as they leaned against the whiteboard.

"Since that day our town and the Segian Railway Company have enjoyed a partnership of sorts together.  And if it wasn't for their help during those times, Wintreath may not have existed...at least, not as we know it today.  Any questions?"  Mx. Keene asked while looking at the class to scan for raised hands.

"Oh, and Mr. Delta...since you were late to class, I hope you don't mind spending some extra time after school." Mx. Keene added with a somewhat disappointed expression.

Solveig raises her hand, glancing at her notes as they say so little about the Segian Railroad Company. They were, in her current belief, sort of a scapegoat of the town, particularly in the departments of fossil fuel usage, land usage, and general corruption of the town government. She wondered, perhaps, how Segian then is connected to Segian now, assuming her previous knowledge to be true.

"Ah, you're correct on the date, but a little fuzzy on the cause.  The Segian railroad company did indeed initially build here, but abandoned the project sometime in. 

In fact, it was former Spirita Empire citizens fleeing the oppressive regime and finding this land that became the building blocks for our town today.  The Segian railway company took on a renewed interest in the project once they had learned people had begun settling here, and they had sent their own folks to resume building as well as help with creating the town that we know today." Ms. Keene explained as they leaned against the whiteboard.

"Since that day our town and the Segian Railway Company have enjoyed a partnership of sorts together.  And if it wasn't for their help during those times, Wintreath may not have existed...at least, not as we know it today.  Any questions?"  Mx. Keene asked while looking at the class to scan for raised hands.

"Oh, and Mr. Delta...since you were late to class, I hope you don't mind spending some extra time after school." Mx. Keene added with a somewhat disappointed expression.

"No problem," says Ichosk  as he finally finished  picking up his books. He finally   sat down in the back. He takes out two notebooks   and starts notes in one. When he has cough up he begins writing  in the other one as well.

Class continued as usual until the door flew in and in stepped Nicholas Remington. He waved causally to Mx. Keene, completely ignoring the fact he is very late and interrupting class. He also winks at Solveig before taking a seat in the back, not seeming to care about the lesson in the slightest.

Holke looks at his big sister with a very smug grin. “OooOOOOoooh.” He said, as revenge for her being annoying earlier in the class. He then makes a incredibly stupid drawing and throws it at Nicholas. It shows a over dramatic scene of him opening the door, instead he burnt it, it also depicts him holding a jar of pickles. He also had an extra leg. At the bottom it says “because I was bored lol.” He then promptly goes back to sleep, ignoring everything the teachers saying.

the drawing

Dashiki Pennyworth walks in the classroom both clueless but confidently with a smile on his face and sunglasses that make his face extremely punchable. He sits by Holke and slumps in his seat. He writes on a piece of paper, crumples it into a ball, than tosses the ball at the side of Holke's head, waking him up. "Read it." he whispers to him. The note reading 'what class is this?' in poor handwriting.

Holke wakes up after someone throws something at his head. He picks the note off the floor and reads “what class is this?” in the worst handwriting he’s ever seen. “Are you stupid?” He says before he stands up. “WHAT A AMAZING HISTORY CLASS! I SURE DO LOVE THIS HISTORY CLASS!” He screams at the top of his lungs, getting the classes attention. “Does that answer your question?” He whispers back.

Holke wakes up after someone throws something at his head. He picks the note off the floor and reads “what class is this?” in the worst handwriting he’s ever seen. “Are you stupid?” He says before he stands up. “WHAT A AMAZING HISTORY CLASS! I SURE DO LOVE THIS HISTORY CLASS!” He screams at the top of his lungs, getting the classes attention. “Does that answer your question?” He whispers back.

"Could you say that louder?" he says, with the giant grin still on his face, with light shining off of his teeth with how white they are. "I don't think I heard you, you said Math, right? You wern't descriptive enough." he reaches into his bag and grabs a squeeze water bottle.

Holke wakes up after someone throws something at his head. He picks the note off the floor and reads “what class is this?” in the worst handwriting he’s ever seen. “Are you stupid?” He says before he stands up. “WHAT A AMAZING HISTORY CLASS! I SURE DO LOVE THIS HISTORY CLASS!” He screams at the top of his lungs, getting the classes attention. “Does that answer your question?” He whispers back.

"Could you say that louder?" he says, with the giant grin still on his face, with light shining off of his teeth with how white they are. "I don't think I heard you, you said Math, right? You wern't descriptive enough." he reaches into his bag and grabs a squeeze water bottle.

“You little bastard.” He stands up again and takes a deep breath. “THE DOUCHBAG BEHIND ME WANTS TO KNOW WHAT CLASS THIS IS! SO I SAY THIS ONCE AGAIN, ITS HISTORY!” He sits back down and grabs a pen and begins to draw. “If you ask me one I’ll stick this pen where the sun don’t shine.”

Monti rolls his eyes and laughs. “Well shit!” he said, popping a stick of Double Bubble Toil and Trouble brand gum in his mouth, “Say it again, I think I’ve already forgotten.” He lays his head on his desk lazily and stares at the clock. Today can’t end soon enough.

Holke wakes up after someone throws something at his head. He picks the note off the floor and reads “what class is this?” in the worst handwriting he’s ever seen. “Are you stupid?” He says before he stands up. “WHAT A AMAZING HISTORY CLASS! I SURE DO LOVE THIS HISTORY CLASS!” He screams at the top of his lungs, getting the classes attention. “Does that answer your question?” He whispers back.

"Could you say that louder?" he says, with the giant grin still on his face, with light shining off of his teeth with how white they are. "I don't think I heard you, you said Math, right? You wern't descriptive enough." he reaches into his bag and grabs a squeeze water bottle.

“You little bastard.” He stands up again and takes a deep breath. “THE DOUCHBAG BEHIND ME WANTS TO KNOW WHAT CLASS THIS IS! SO I SAY THIS ONCE AGAIN, ITS HISTORY!” He sits back down and grabs a pen and begins to draw. “If you ask me one I’ll stick this pen where the sun don’t shine.”

"Aight, I won't ask again, plus hard to hear you with the speech impediment. No offense." he says, he drinks a quarter of his water bottle in one huge gulp. He notices him drawing something. "Whatcha drawin?" he asks. He pushes his own seat towards Holke to rest his arm on Holke's desk.

Holke takes his pen and pokes Dash. “Get your arm off my desk, and please back up.” He continues his drawing. He gets a red pen. “If you don’t go, I won’t be able to help myself.”