Charles sat in his seat, big metal seats which poked into his bones. It was the most uncomfortable thing. He sat, trying to pay attention with the big metal back brace-like-thing around his rib cage to make him have good posture. All of the students had to wear suits that were as tight as the girl's skinny jeans back home. He sighed, if only he could go back home without having to listen to the most boring lectures. "Now were do you wonderful, perfect, children live?" asked the teacher, Charles raised his hand. The teacher stood up, she walked over to him, her tall figure towering over him. "Excuse me Mr. Charles, I was reading a book," She glared at him, "you should've been paying attention you silly child." She put on gloves, held up a garden hose and sprayed him in the face. The children all laughed, "no, no!" the teacher yelled, "laughing is simply unexceptable, you simply must silently laugh without using your muscles." Charles groaned, too much to stand.