The room erupted. A dozen students had started yelling questions. They were unintelligible as they simply tried to ask their question louder than the rest.


    “Enough.” Mr Galacto lifted his hand and the room quieted, “That’s one of the first rules, no speaking unless called on. Raise your hand if you have a question and I’ll call on you.”


    A wave of hands went up. “First things first, as I said I’m your homeroom teacher. I’ll be managing your schedules and student files. If you need anything you can always come to me. Additionally, I’ll be your history teacher. Any questions so far.”


    Not a single had dropped. Mr Galacto seemed to sigh and point to a girl on the other side of the class, “Can I have your autograph?”


    “Any school-related questions?” Mr Galacto scanned the room.


    “Why are you teaching high school history?” Kevin asked without being called on.


    “Because I have extensive knowledge about world history. If I wasn’t qualified to teach this class multiple people would have ensured I didn’t.” Mr Galacto said, “Now let’s go over the daily schedule.”


    The day went on until a bell rang. Mr Galacto left the room and a new teacher entered. Simon Mirmen went over the English agenda for the year and dodged questions about Galacto. Another bell introduced us to Arthur Hall with his Math syllabus, and one more for Madeline Turner with Science. After her came the bell for lunch.


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    Alice quickly came up to me, “Want to have lunch together?”


    “Sure.” and the two of us started to the cafeteria. A section of the school in the middle of the building. It acted as the auditorium with multiple rings of floors around it. The two of us got trays and found a spot. We ate in silence. Both with the same question, but neither wanting to ask it. Luckily others joined us.


    The jewel-haired girl sat by us and blurted out, “Can you believe it? The Mr Galacto! At our school!”


    “I don’t.” Said Kevin sitting next to her, “Something has to be up. No way the world’s greatest champion is just teaching high school history.”


    “As unlikely as that sounds that is the exact scenario playing out.” An even and knowing voice spoke up. The source was revealed as another student joined the table by literally hopping up on the seat. He was clear African descent, but had an incredibly short stature, “Greetings. Samuel York. I suffer from achondroplasia. My bones simply do not grow as they are supposed to. I am classified as a mutant, and my mutation is an increase in cerebrum activity and efficiency.”


    “Fuck that mean?” Asked Kevin.


    “I’m a super genius midget.” Answered Samuel.


    “I thought the word for short people was dwarf?” Was the jewel hair’s response.


    “There are many terms for it. Dwarf is one, but dwarves have filed complaints in the past.” Samuel’s response was quick and sharp, as if he had the answer prepared before the question was asked. Which apparently he did. “Now I believe that takes care of the majority of opening questions for me. Would someone else like to go next?”