<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UCzEVzD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maya<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (8:00AM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Remedial Class<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Masahiro, Open<br/><hr/>If there was one class in the world that Maya could use a “Get out of Jail Free” card on, she couldn’t think of a better suited time to use it than on the Remedial Class she’d been forced into taking. Dull, dreary, and just as repetitive as the slowly ticking hands of the worn old clock at the front of the classroom. Each and every second she experienced in the small enclosed concrete room felt like an eternity, and to make matters worse she could have sworn the clock was broken; ticking in the same spot over and over for several moments before finally relenting and giving into the flow of time. Only to repeat the same process all over again.<br/><br/>Who needed basic arithmetic anyway? What was the point of writing stuff out when saying it out aloud was so much easier? And why did she have to learn how to read stuff when she’d managed to do just fine on her own all these years without it? The answer was she didn’t. The bubbly teacher had pointedly stated that she’d need to learn the basics to succeed in her other classes, but succeeding was never part of her agenda in the first place. In fact Maya didn’t even think she’d still be at Sabrina’s School by the time the first batch of graduates walk out the schools doors.<br/><br/>Judging from the other faces in the class, she wasn’t alone in thinking this... but then there were others like Masahiro who seemed determined to get the basics down. Funny since she never really thought of Masahiro as the studious type. “Go go Hiro-chan, you’ll be a professor with your own lab in no time” Maya monotonously responded, not even bothering to look the others way as she lightly rocked back and forth in her seat. She wasn’t too worried about a fiery outburst with so many water types anxiously watching Masahiro... on the contrary shew as kind of hoping he’d lose his temper and cause a fire storm in the class room. With any luck the class would be canceled, and even if it wasn’t it’d still be better than the boredom she was currently faced with.