Cloud Covered [Cage]

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Cloud Covered [Cage]

I sighed and glanced at the clock, I couldn’t wait for this so called ‘ Historic Ethics class’ to be over. The only thing that was taught here was how us Grey residents were lucky to live in this pigsty. How we should be grateful that we have to toil for a little piece of food and that we’re privileged that we have Premiers that only abuse us. And why should we be so lucky for all of this? Because we’re the lowly descendants of Reltlinkt. I don’t understand why we should have to suffer just because some dudes messed up and decided it was a good idea to go against the Kaiser! It took me a moment to stop my inner rant and realize that someone was leaning over my desk. That someone being my absolutely annoying Historic Ethics teacher: Mr. Leonard (I personally like to call him Mr. Leotard). He gave me a slightly annoyed look and opened his mouth to speak.

“I see you’ve been day dreaming in class again, Calv,” said Mr. Leotard in an uptight voice.

“How do you know that?” I replied to him innocently, he and I both knew I’d not been paying attention but I thought it was fun to test him, see how much I could make him mad without earning myself a Admonition Slip.

Mr. Leotard glanced at the opened book that was sitting idly on my desk and sighed.

“What page were we just on?” He said with a bit of apprehension.

I looked down at my book which was opened to page one hundred three, I knew that was the page I’d been on an hour ago but I guessed anyways.

“This page?”

Mr. Leotard sighed.

“Do you ever pay attention in class?” Said the teacher, exasperated.

“Nope,” I said with a small smirk on my face.

Mr. Leotard twitched, he always did that when I annoyed him (or maybe he just has an eye problem) and se...

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...s teacher’s desk near the corner of the room, looking over some paper, probably essays he was going to grade. He looked up when he noticed I was in the room and put the papers down.

“Have a seat Calv,” He said and to my surprise he didn’t twitch or try to strangle me. He actually sounded, rather calm.

I looked at the teacher suspiciously, I thought that Mr. Leotard was going to be waiting for me as I entered the room, quite angry and uncontrollably twitching. I thought that he was going to immediately start rambling on and on about how Grey residents should be grateful for living in this pit. But instead, here he is sitting calmly in his desk, patiently waiting for me to take a seat. Something is definitely going on here. Maybe he’s just waiting for me to sit down, to think I’m safe before attacking me, like a ravenous wolf, with a ten page essay.
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