Jeriah sat in the back and in a corner inside of the room where history class was supposed to take place, waiting on the teacher and other students, as he was a few minutes early. He was thinking of all the new information Matt had helped him through. Thinking about something besides his recent trauma was nice, even if it was something as stupid as how to properly interact with, and if necessary romance, women. You could never tell what might become useful in the future. He doubted everything he had learned from Matt would be useful, the poor sap had no idea.(Hehehe.)

The teacher chose then to enter the classroom. He had started setting things at his desk in the front before he noticed Jeriah. If he was suprised by Jeriah's presence he did not show it. He was young and dressed in slacks and a sterotypical professor jacket. He also wore large sunglasses that gave him a somewhat comical appearance. He, after noticing Jeriah, went back to organizing his things in his desk. After a minute or so he finished and struck a Michael Jackson-esque pose and proceeded to stay like that while waiting for the rest of the students to arrive.

Soon enough, after a couple of minutes of the teacher posing and Jeriah staring at him with squinted eyes like he was crazy, students started trickling in and briefly looking at the teacher and sitting down. When all the students were seated the teacher then whipped his head towards the class, his giant sunglasses nearly falling off his face. What he said next thoroughly destroyed any chance of earning respect from his new students.

"Hey cool cats, i'm here to teach all you radical children about history. Isn't that mad wicked y'all diggity dogs! Somebody give me a high five!" He yelled excitedly. He then ran through all the aisles of desks with his hands up to recieve high fives. Needless to say he didnt get a single one.

Jeriah shook his head at his teachers antics, he missed the village more and more, not just for the people, but also for how peaceful it was. Now every other person in his life was quirky and different in all the wrong ways. He felt as if all these people making his life hectic and filled with annoyances would become a common theme in the coming days.  During Jeriahs inflection all the other students around him were still looking at the teacher like he was a pink alien shooting rainbows out of every orifice, whom was also on fire while singing Hatsune Miku songs and doing his best impression of a boomerang in a tornado. (ROFL)

The teacher once again stood at the front of the classroom and realizing he was on the recieving end of so many stares, he then sat down and shamelessly began class, still talking as he had been earlier. By the end of class most students didn't even understand what they had been tought, but they had all managed to sit through it regardless. 

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As class ended and all students rushed out of the room in an effort to leave this wierd anomaly behind, leaving towards their fourth classes of the day, the teacher called out after them with a statement that made intense dread arise in their hearts. 

"I'll see all of you on the most excellent day otherwise known as tommorow my dudettes and dudes!" 

As Jeriah walked through the hallway to get to his next class "free period" he bumped into someone. They fell on the ground immediately, likely due to Jeriahs high stats. Jeriah looked at them as they collected themself off the ground. It was some fairly unnatractive and chubby boy who looked to be a first year as well. He had darkish but not quite black hair cut short on his head and a mole under one of his brown eyes. He was also shorter, but not more than a foot or so than Jeriah. After he had pushed himself up from the ground he looked to Jeriah. 

"Sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and bumped into you, I'm Manso, not to be confused with my brother Mando. You'll know him when you see him, he looks like me, but he's alot smarter and more handsome. Anyway again so sorry, I gotta get to class."

With that said he left scurrying past Jeriah and down the hall. Jeriah felt as though this was some kind of foreshadowing of events and he would end up meeting Mando and something annoying would surely follow.  Ignoring the small event Jeriah continued to class and found himself late to said class, but it didn't matter as there was no teacher for said class. 

He opened the door and everyone looked up from their conversations to see the intrusion and therefore him. Most went back to talking after a few seconds, but one girl continued to keep her gaze focused on Jeriah as he pulled a desk from a row with one hand and pulled it into an isolated corner in the back to sit by himself. Jeriah was in the process of ignoring the entire world so he didn't have to socialize when he felt someones eyes practically locked onto his figure. He looked to the source of the aforemetioned stare and found a fairly attractive readhead, while her hair wasn't as close a color to blood red as his, it was still noticeably sticking out like that color often did, more of a fiery color if you will. She looked to be a few inches shorter than him and had fierce features that spoke of a capable warrior. After she knew he noticed her she got up from her seat and walked to a student sitting near him, but not next to him and pushed said student from her chair before dragging the chair in front of Jeriah. 

He didn't know what was coming next, but suspected it to be some form of confrontation. He was more than just right.