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Another time, another place: 15 years later.....

The new teacher casually surveyed the school that was now to be his home. It was small compared to other schools, but he was told it had the newest technology available and there were all kinds of things to entertain him on break: a teacher's lounge, a vast library, computers… well, a lot of things really. The teacher was slightly surprised that all of that was needed. After all, this school had, what, all of 200 students?

He shook his head as he read the school's name: "Tatum's School for the Gifted Youngersters ." Gifted? Yeah, as in special ed . Why did he agree to come here again? Because you need to learn control you bloke, his inner voice countered.

A lady came out to meet him, her hair almost as dark as his.

"Hello," she said, extending her hand, "My name is Professor Diane Bates. You must be the new teacher. Why don't you pick up your stuff and follow me, and I'll take you to meet your class and the Headmaster?"

The man gazed intently at her with his brilliant blue eyes, then shook her hand. He couldn't ignore a lady with legs like that. "Alright."

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After meeting with Headmaster George Tatum, he met up with his new class. The students didn't look too tough, except for one guy with huge muscles, but judging by the stupid grin on his face he wouldn't be too difficult to manage. A man was standing in front of the group of kids when he first walked in. He had a look of shrewdness but a charming presence.

"Your the new guy, huh?" He murmured in a soft British accent. "I'm the school guidence counsler, Daniel Clifton. But call me Dan, everyone else does."

The man nodded. "Name's Felton. Cyrus Felton. But call me Cyrus, everyone else does." He mimicked the guy's accent. Daniel's lips tilted up.

"I think I might actually learn to like you." He turned and started with the introductions of the students. It was a small class after all.

First up: Zachary Quince. What kind of gay name is that? He couldn't come up with anything better? Seriously, that's almost as bad as calling yourself Superman! Hn. He looked like a prissy trying to be a rebel, too. Not the kind he wanted to associate with. For some reason, he smelled cold. And like cheap cologne.

Next: Eruka Riggs. Pretty but she had a nervous glint in her reddish-brown eyes. As if she expected a giant boogeyman or something to leap out at her.

Brian Sanchez. This was the guy with the muscles but the stupid grin. Well, maybe he had some intelligence, but he was no bully. He seemed kind of emotional, actually. Very easy to control. He smelled like sweat. Ew.

Tamara Sanchez. Bone-head's sister. At first she smiled, but then gave him a look of disgust in response to his nod. What a pity. How did she end up related to the big dope?

Maya Tanner. Looked like all those other stuck up blondes in the movies but she had a calming presence and a sweet smile. She held onto the next boy's hand.

Last: Seth Evans, who had dark hair and wore a permanent smirk. Now this was more like it. Decent name, and he had the attitude. They sized each other up, then he grinned. Seth was probably as bad as they got at this school, which wasn't saying much with its size. He probably pulled a few pranks, skipped class once or twice, and started the occasional food fight. Nothing too serious. Yeah, he and Seth would get along just fine. This one smelled of smoke, but not the cigarette kind, just the wood fire kind.

As Daniel left,, Zachary asked. "Now, how about introducing yourself?"

The guy smirked. "Sure. Call me Cyrus."

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Another time, another place: 15 years later.....

The new teacher casually surveyed the school that was now to be his home. It was small compared to other schools, but he was told it had the newest technology available and there were all kinds of things to entertain him on break: a teacher's lounge, a vast library, computers… well, a lot of things really. The teacher was slightly surprised that all of that was needed. After all, this school had, what, all of 200 students?

He shook his head as he read the school's name: "Tatum's School for the Gifted Youngersters ." Gifted? Yeah, as in special ed . Why did he agree to come here again? Because you need to learn control you bloke, his inner voice countered.

A lady came out to meet him, her hair almost as dark as his.

"Hello," she said, extending her hand, "My name is Professor Diane Bates. You must be the new teacher. Why don't you pick up your stuff and follow me, and I'll take you to meet your class and the Headmaster?"

The man gazed intently at her with his brilliant blue eyes, then shook her hand. He couldn't ignore a lady with legs like that. "Alright."

___________________________________________________________________

After meeting with Headmaster George Tatum, he met up with his new class. The students didn't look too tough, except for one guy with huge muscles, but judging by the stupid grin on his face he wouldn't be too difficult to manage. A man was standing in front of the group of kids when he first walked in. He had a look of shrewdness but a charming presence.

"Your the new guy, huh?" He murmured in a soft British accent. "I'm the school guidence counsler, Daniel Clifton. But call me Dan, everyone else does."

The man nodded. "Name's Felton. Cyrus Felton. But call me Cyrus, everyone else does." He mimicked the guy's accent. Daniel's lips tilted up.

"I think I might actually learn to like you." He turned and started with the introductions of the students. It was a small class after all.

First up: Zachary Quince. What kind of gay name is that? He couldn't come up with anything better? Seriously, that's almost as bad as calling yourself Superman! Hn. He looked like a prissy trying to be a rebel, too. Not the kind he wanted to associate with. For some reason, he smelled cold. And like cheap cologne.

Next: Eruka Riggs. Pretty but she had a nervous glint in her reddish-brown eyes. As if she expected a giant boogeyman or something to leap out at her.

Brian Sanchez. This was the guy with the muscles but the stupid grin. Well, maybe he had some intelligence, but he was no bully. He seemed kind of emotional, actually. Very easy to control. He smelled like sweat. Ew.

Tamara Sanchez. Bone-head's sister. At first she smiled, but then gave him a look of disgust in response to his nod. What a pity. How did she end up related to the big dope?

Maya Tanner. Looked like all those other stuck up blondes in the movies but she had a calming presence and a sweet smile. She held onto the next boy's hand.

Last: Seth Evans, who had dark hair and wore a permanent smirk. Now this was more like it. Decent name, and he had the attitude. They sized each other up, then he grinned. Seth was probably as bad as they got at this school, which wasn't saying much with its size. He probably pulled a few pranks, skipped class once or twice, and started the occasional food fight. Nothing too serious. Yeah, he and Seth would get along just fine. This one smelled of smoke, but not the cigarette kind, just the wood fire kind.

As Daniel left,, Zachary asked. "Now, how about introducing yourself?"

The guy smirked. "Sure. Call me Cyrus."