Opposites Academy - A fanfic

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==Students;==
*Dorm 1
**Tumbleweed (SandWing)
**Nightshade (RainWing/NightWing)
*Dorm 2
**Hibiscus (RainWing)
**Cloudy (RainWing)
*Dorm 3
**Dandelion (RainWing)
**Quiet’claws (SandWing/NightWing)
*Dorm 4
**Polar Bear (IceWing)
**Orion (NightWing)
==Teachers;==
*Math
**Mr. Seaweed (SeaWing)
*History
**Mrs. Florence (SilkWing)
*English
**Mr. Python (SandWing)
===Chapter 1; Narration/Introduction===
Everyone calmly gathered for the class meeting, making in bunches of two each, some delightfully chatting and some socializing more awkwardly. They were new to the school, Opposites Academy, after all.
The bunches circled around the teacher’s rock. To the farthest right, there was a charming SandWing who’s scales spoke shiny wealth as they were drenched in a fuzzy cape. Next to him sat a nervous NightWing/RainWing hybrid who was beautiful but fidgety, covered in a galactic purple, grey and black, her cheeks coated in blush as she gazed up at the tall SandWing. Tumbleweed and Nightshade.
Next to them, an IceWing sat, covered with the slightest hints of blue in his white scales. He looked as if irritated by the well-built NightWing beside him, who was constantly bugging him and talking loudly. Polar Bear was more of the impatient type, and Orion more of the loose and lazy.
Quiet’claws, a NightWing/SandWing hybrid, looked uncomfortable– or, maybe, confused– as he listened closely to a small RainWing, Dandelion, speak. He was splotched in black and grey, and didn’t like touch, however she was a pastel warm-colored cuddly ball of joy, that was still able to respect boundaries politely.
And lastly, there was Hibiscus and Cloudy, small laughter squeaking from their conversation as they spoke together. Cloudy was used to staying inside her comfort zone and rarely talked loudly, but Hibiscus was a confident and popular respected figure of the school already. She had grown comfortable in her own scales and was willing to try and make Cloudy feel comfortable, too.
The bell rang, a trill of metal against metal sounding.
An old green SeaWing landed cautiously on the teacher’s rock. He was bitter, and sometimes cruel and unforgiving; the first period Math teacher, and announcer of school board messages, things decided by those who arrange schools throughout the continent Pyrrhia (AKA The Dragonets of Destiny).
He cleared his throat, taking a few papers out of a bookbag slung over his shoulder from under his gills. He began to read aloud from the page, not making eye contact. “ Today will be a ‘Teacher Introduction’ day. No homework or school assignments. Teachers will explain the main idea of the subject they are teaching after introducing themself properly to the class.” He croaked, looking up at the class. “ Student introductory is optional. But I might as well make you introduce yourselves. It’d waste time and wouldn’t hurt.”
The students shuffled, a thought hitting the back of all their heads; ‘do we have to do this?’.
The teacher scanned the small crowd. He then pointed at the student farthest to his right with a wooden ruler. “ You. Name and hobby?”
“ Nights-shade,” she said. “ A-after the flower… And I-I like gardening.”
He frowned in disapproval, before slightly moving his ruler to the SandWing.
“ Tumbleweed,” he called confidently, but underestimating his voice projection, “ Er, shopping, I guess.”
Nodding, and another tilt towards the next dragon. “ Orion. And, I don’t even know– Sleeping or something?”
Small laughs. Next dragon. “ Polar Bear. Sculpture art,” he said flatly, shuffling his wings.
“ I’m Quiet’claws. I like to study history sometimes. That’s the best I have,” the Night/Sand hybrid mumbled.
“ Dandelion! And I flower-pick and bird-watch,” she replied, bouncing with excitement, yellow flowering over her scales.
The next dragon was Cloudy, the pink melting from their scales replaced with white and grey. They mumbled their words and it was barely audible.
“ Speak up,” Mr. Seaweed growled firmly, clutching the ruler tighter. They looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes.
“ Their name is Cloudy, and–” Hibiscus started, trying to defend them.
“ Quiet. She has to fight her own battles,” he barked at her, snarling.
A few words popped out. “ I-I’m Cloudy… I l-like to–”
“ Louder?”
“ I’m Cloudy,” they’d practiced saying this firmly, but it wavered out in cracks, “ I l-like to draw.”
“ There. Took forever,” the teacher rolled his eyes, moving the ruler to Hibiscus. Cloudy looked defeated.
Hibiscus narrowed her eyes at Mr. Seaweed, growling softly and under her breath. She crossed a wing over Cloudy’s back and fought back being aggressive with her voice. “ Hibiscus. And I write narrative in my free time.”
“ Great,” Mr. Seaweed said through gritted teeth, “ Now my turn.”
He directed himself to the front of the rock, laying down his ruler. His eyes darted to Orion whispering something to Polar Bear, and Polar Bear barely cracking a smile before shrugging him off.
“ Quiet,” he suddenly barked at Orion, and startling Polar Bear as he rose his wing a bit protectively in front of Orion. He was surprised, too, at the teacher’s sudden confrontation.
“ You’re annoying. Stop bothering Polar and listen.”
Orion looked confused now, unhinging his jaw, but the teacher had moved on from them, his body language and stare alone demanding silence among the class.
(Shaky inhale, pause before dialogue), “ I am your Math teacher, Mr. Seaweed. You will follow my rules seriously and strictly as this is a class that won’t tolerate disrespectful behavior or any other inappropriate actions. You will not speak while I am speaking; I will not be repeating my lessons; and will not hesitate to give you detention without warnings.”
“ Assignments are due by the end of the week when they are assigned, as in they are not able to be turned in and you will permanently be getting an F on that assignment. You will be getting a list of all of the rules of this class shortly.”
He coughed. Half of the class looked terrified, like they’ve just realized their fate. The other half was visibly irritated. Mr. Seaweed looked up, almost amused at their reactions to his behavior and power trip as a teacher.
He smiled, before sitting down and reaching into his bookbag once again, talon emerging with 10 small white slips of paper for the eight students. His smile melted as he had to return to a stern voice. “ You will not be receiving extras of these papers. You get one, you had one, you won’t get another,” he read over what each of them said one final time to check for mistakes.
“ I don’t care for your names, so somebody come up here and pass these out to the class.”
As he finished his sentence, the speakers suddenly came on; which meant that there was an important message, typically from the principal or his workers.
“ Hello, students of Opposites Academy,” a young, feminine voice spoke through the radio crackle. One of the workers. “ The principal, Whispered’tale, has decided that the rest of the day be for moving into and decorating dorms. All ongoing classes dismissed.”
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, Mr. Seaweed visibly irritated. “ Dismissed,” he grumbled.
End of chapter
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