"God, please don't raise a hand for me," Loren grimaced at the thought.
"Y'all are a silent class, huh?" Mr. Glassman wasn't looking for an answer, and helooked around and saw no hands, but instead whispered side conversations among the students. "I guess we'll just have to pick students!"
Ms. Bloomheart, looked at the attendance sheet on a clipboard and called out a random name. "Zenith Meyers? Why don't you tell us what you think the purpose of controlled fighting among students is?" she asked, looking up at the class.
A short male with glasses and short, scruffy blonde hair stood up. "Sir, yes sir!" he called, making a small group around him crack up, and who Loren assumed must've been Zenith erupted into laughter as well.
Ms. Bloomheart looked sternly at Zenith and repeated the question, and the Zenith and the kids around him fell silent, and Zenith could feel their eyes on him. From the very depths of his brain, he pulled out, "So we can have fun!" he called back to the two teachers, grinning from ear to ear.
(Also if you want to make any of the teachers do anything, by all means, go ahead, I don't care.)
“Alright, I won’t manipulate you for silly things like that,” Zuri responds.
“Also, I may have overdone it a little in the dorm for dramatic effect,” she admits sheepishly while she raises her hand to save the teachers.
Mrs. Bloomheart looks relieved at points up at Zuri.
“You there! Please state your name and answer the question seriously!” She booms.
Zuri stands up and states her name, Zuri Beau, and then repeats the different things that the girls had just talked about.
"Oh, thank you." Emrys sighed in relief. "Uh, what do you mean, overdone it?" She asked when Zuri finished speaking. "I mean, I get the need for drama, but what did you overdo?"
“I only sing like that during actual fights. For simple tasks it’s much less dramatic,” Zuri explains.
“My mom also has the siren song and she used to always make me clean my room using the clean-up song and I’d just glare at her the whole time. I didn’t really have to put you in a full on trance. My bad I guess.”
Loren glanced at Zuri, and only replied, "Well then."
"Oh, I see." Emrys gave Zuri a sharp look, which quickly morphed into something softer. "So, you didn't have to make me go all zombie-like? I could have been giving you a death glare the entire time?"
“Yeah?” Zuri squeaks.
She looks down and scratches the back of her neck, expecting to be scolded. Mom would totally kill her if she was there.
Loren took a deep breath through her teeth. "Just… try not to do that again unless you have to?" her voice raised up a pitch in the end, as if she was asking a question.
"Yes ma'am," Zuri answers. She would try and weave her way out of this using her great persuasive skills, but she had to bunk with these people. Picking a fight and being sarcastic to the people you see most and sleep with isn't the best way of living.
"Oh, can we please do something else besides talk?" Emrys muttered to herself, tired of listening to the other kids answer the questions she already knew the answers to.
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