As soon as she sat down on that chair, Ruhi knew she was not extremely fond of her teacher.

The Educator, as all his students called him, was a short, stubborn, and altogether very stern-looking gentleman (not very gentle) and no one was very happy to be his student.

It can be said that Ruhi had already begun to see this the very moment she had stepped into the room, but it would not be fully accurate.

Her friends had told many long tales of this very educator, based upon reality but far from the truth, whether it was him sending children to the principal's office room for the most trivial of mistakes, or if he was slapping children's palms with metal rulers. And the fact was, he was much worse. He had a notorious way of abiding by the rules yet finding a way to give a student the most terrible punishment.

But, anyhow, as Ruhi stared at the Educator in a way that could only express one's deepest annoyance at being in this class, a student was chattering with his friends. "Silence!" The Educator exclaimed upon walking into the room, in his piercing voice.

There was pin-drop silence.

The student seemed to understand it fairly quickly and closed his mouth mid-sentence.

The class went on, and everyone set about to introducing themselves. It was questionable whether any genuine joy was presented, or whether it was a grimace, when everyone smiled.

The student behind her -- whose name, she learned, was James, but preferred to be called J.A. -- tapped her shoulder, and she saw a clenched fist on her right. Barely moving her head at all, she reached for it. The fist opened to disclose a note. It read,

To Amar,

This is quite dull. I would prefer a picture to this. Skip class after lunch to go to the Auditorium? I heard there's a Picture playing there for the Seniors. We could sneak in.

Ruhi would, under normal circumstances, have done something rash and violent but had not yet read the bottom part of the note. Even so, it wasn't like she didn't partly agree. It was their private matter and she did not dare read it, for fear her mother would teleport herself into the room and lecture her. So it was very much understandable that she discreetly slipped the note onto the desk Amar was sitting at.

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Amar picked the note up to read it, but it was very unfortunate that the Educator had seen Ruhi pass the note. "Bring that here." He commanded.

Amar hesitantly looked down at his hands. "Bring it here! Young man, do you hear me or not? If you don't, I am liable to impose consequences, and, upon my request, I am sure the Headmistress shall surely love to talk to you."

Amar looked this way and that, as if not sure if he was being reprimanded at the moment or if someone else was, then slowly got up from his seat, reluctantly handing the note to the Educator, and shamefully sat back down.

The Educator read the note aloud, and a few people laughed outright (as they were very insensitive creatures indeed) at it. The Educator made no move to punish them, seeing that such conduct of the two children (although it was three...oh, the miseries of this world!) were to be laughed at and punished for.

He did not quite know how much she would be punished later, for things far greater than this. Like existing.

But as students have been sent to the office for the most trivial of mistakes, it was not a surprise that the same was done so for them, "Go to the Headmistress's Office at once!"

Amar shuffled out of the room, with Ruhi dejectedly following after him. Amar stopped for a moment, waiting for her. "What?" She asked irritably.

"I have a plan. We don't need to go to the Office."

"Yes, I don't. But you do. And we both have to. I've had enough of your and your friend's childish plans."

"No, just listen," Amar said. "If we go, it will stain your so-far-clean record. Furthermore, the Headmistress is liable to put us to death instead."

"How so?" Asked Ruhi, deciding to humor him.

"The Educator changed the note with his own, and added some details," Amar told her, showing her the new note. It was considerably longer and stated a few things that could very much get them put to death.

"Now, that's an exaggeration!" Ruhi said. Then added, quietly, "So we don't go to the Office?"

"No. We will go to the Office, die a dreadful death, then come back as ghosts to haunt this Acadamy for eternity."

Ruhi winced. "Okay, okay. Just let the sarcasm down for a moment, will you? Now, tell me, what's your plan?"

"We just don't go."

"What do you mean? He told us to go!" Ruhi was incredulous.

"So? He'll think that we were dealt with and will forget about the incident." He made a good point and Ruhi reluctantly told him she agreed.

"But, we shall talk of this to no one." She told him.

"Agreed."

And with that, the two parted ways, to look for their respective dorm rooms--which, it must be added, they looked for unsuccessfully.