I don't even know what to think at this point. How many more idiots were left to be released into this classroom?
So far, Rin was sitting right next to me and behind a step, Hiko was sitting there. Hiko looks like an idiot. I know damn right he thinks he's so smart right now.
12 minutes had passed of an unhinged binge sitting. Until what seemed to be a 12-year-old came in through the door. Why the hell is this kid in this class? He kept waddling with a teddy bear in his hand. He looks stupid. What on EARTH is this class?
I was upset up to thinking that my life was gonna be more tragic than the orphanage. The little boy walked up to me and asked "Hey grandma, can I sit here?" I'm not sure if I heard that right. Did he say grandma? JUST BECAUSE I'M OLDER DOESN'T MEAN I'M A GRANDMA YOU IDIOTTTTTT!!! He fell backwards saying "Ahh, Auntie, please calm down."
I think my life has fallen into tragedy once again. He waddled away to the cake at the front desk. As he waddled he tripped down the stairs and fell. "HAHAHAHAHA, YOU STUPID BITCH!" Face flat, it was bad. As he got up he started instantly crying.
Hiko then whispered to me "By the way, he's 39 years old," WHAT! And he looks like an 8-year-old. Was he a prehistoric creature? He's older than all of us. Rin let out a loud one-second laugh.
I can't handle this. What the fuck was that laugh? Sounded like a four-year-old as well. Not one person in this class was normal except me. Obu started munching on the cake and grabbing it with his bare hands. The amount of dirt and sweat on those fingers must be a pile of shit.
Hiko ran to grab Obu and grabbed him as he was like his son or something.
Something felt pit of the ordinary, is this a fever dream? I was slapping myself to wake myself up until Rin said "You don't need to do that to see my beauty," as he shoved his face into mine.
What was this class even supposed to mean? Another idiot walked in, but this time instead of an idiot, he looked like a nerd. It looks like his mom knitted his clothes or something. The baby's name was Obu Hiraki. That's what Hiko told me as he sat down. The nerd look-alike walked up the stairs and nervously looked down. I kinda felt bad for him for what I supposed would happen in this tragedy.
He went back down the stairs for some reason and he went to the front desk and grabbed a microphone. This was way too awkward. He then grabbed it and put it on 64 volume. He then spat out "Uhm, m-my name is, Johnny... Johnny Shushi" Rin somehow made a paper airplane and threw it at him and it landed on his glasses. Rin yelled "No Shit."
I'm not gonna lie... I burst out fucking laughing. Maybe this class wasn't so evil. Is what I would say if I were a dumbass. Clearly, this is just the start.
Johnny apparently had "10,000" IQ he said. Obu got on his desk and started hitting a random bullshit breakdance session.
Johnny nervously walked up the stairs to his seat. He sat on the desk beside me.
Another person came in. He looked like he was a jester. I assume he was or maybe like a play for an assembly? He told me to come down. That's literally it. As I walked down I said "What could this jester, possibly be up to?" I guess it's time to find out.
He gave me the microphone and silently whispered to my ear "You look great, do you think I could have your social security number?" To be honest. What the fuck was the mic even for? To tell everyone my social security number? I don't even have one idiot.
He looked at me like a weirdo. He backed up slowly. Literally sprinting out of the door while tripping and hitting his head on the door and breaking the door with his face implanted on the door. THEN getting back up and leaving, but STILL slips. Leaving me standing here with a mic, confused.
Hiko shouted "Might as well give us an introduction while you're there." I mean he's right. I think I should. Now how does this microphone work? "Volume" Only at 64? Crank that bitch up to a 100. Okay, let's get this started. Wait, I gotta fart. I really hope this doesn't sound through the mic.
It was too late. As I was about to start. I farted and I think they heard it. Shit, I think they did. Literally everyone is silent. Staring. Heartless. Oh crap, I forgot about the speech. "SO GUYS, UHM, I USED TO BE IN AN ORPHANAGE AND NOW I'M IN CLASS SS." I knew that would get the attention.
Wait, why does it look like they were about to burst out laughing? What else would I have guessed, of course they did. I looked at the door and saw that idiot again.
Why on earth was he spinning his head with a fucked up face? Was it some type of training? He got on his knees and bent down like a dog and started chasing me like a maniac. AHHH, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS CREATURE!!! He chased after me and looked like a fucking idiot.
I sat back down and he stopped but still walked up to me and said "My name is, Trickster. That was it, just Trickster. Now can you give me y-" NO. ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. Rin whispered "C'mon, he's been struggling to find a wife for 933 years," Wait what?
I can NOT keep up with this class. He left and walked down and yelled "CHEESE, CHEESE, CHEESE."
I genuinely think I'm in a dream. No this can't be. This isn't real. I started panicking about how stupid this is. Oh my god. This is real, I'm in a class full of morons. The only thing I had left. WAS TO EAT MY SANDWICH!!
Obu came waddling at me once again. He literally stumbled and I just chuckled. Started crying again. Hiko as usual had to put him back.
The only one I really respected was Hiko. Until, he started hitting backflips and literally fell on the ground, sweeping throguh the stairs. Rin BURST out laughing. I mean BURSTED.
My ears were fucking ringing. This guy actually kept laughing. It had been about 12 minutes and this mother fucker is still chuckling.
Until, slowly, the door started opening, it opened and it seemed as the teacher walked in. A skeleton-looking man. Why was he walking so slowly? It had been 4 hours and this guy hadn't even reached the desk.
He kept moving. Hiko went down and picked him up and brought him to his seat. The teacher slowly said "T-h-a-n-k y-o-u" Sounded like he started smoking at birth.
I think my orphanage had better stuff than this.
I remembered that I had to suffer in here for quite a while.