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Shvoong Home>Books>WTF High's School Defense Force - Lesson I Review

WTF High's School Defense Force - Lesson I

Book Review   by:Aizenheart     Original Author: Aizenheart
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(Well... just another attempt at another series. This is the series I wanted to start with the SDF stuff as the prologue. If you've read the SDF series, you might recognize a few familiar characters. :p) Windroy Twelve Forrest Secondary School was just your average public high school. Well... on the outside, anyway. Although it was over a hundred years old, the school building looked very modern and was up-to-date in terms of school equipment and such. At present, it had over 50 classrooms and around 900 students. The computer-labs had the latest computer models and used the Linux OS. The gymnasium had the latest in training equipment and the library took up two floors. In the year 2XXX, it was just your average public high school with above average school funding. To those who did not go to this school, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Most who did go to this school were also oblivious to the dark nature of this school. Only a handful of the 900 students knew the true horrors and secrets behind Windroy Twelve Forrest Secondary School. Only a handful knew the true reason why it was closed for five years and just reopened an year ago. An year ago, the previous principal found out the secret, but he knew he had no time to expose it. As a last ditch effort, he immediately sought out and hired a previous student of the school to be a teacher. The day after this teacher was hired, the principal mysterious vanished and was replaced by another. "Three years of high school and nothing special happens. This sucks," A high school student around seventeen years old muttered as he walked to his first day of school. He kicked around an empty can as he walked along the leaf-covered sidewalk. The metallic sound of the aluminum rang out in tune with the crunching of the freshly fallen leaves. He knew that high school life was deeply exaggerated in media and such, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Three years had passed and nothing exciting happened at all. There was some rivalry with a local school, but there were no pranks pulled. Bullying was at a minimum and the washrooms and parking lots were cleared of any stoners. However, he was going to a new school this year... so perhaps things would be different for once? "Oh crap! I think I already passed it!" The high school student exclaimed as he whirled around and immediately ran in the direction he came from. Title: WTF High's School Defense Force - Lesson I Class: 4D Room: 104 The school year begins! Random Student #13's first day of class! "Huh... that's strange... the names aren't in order," Mr. Smith muttered as he looked over the attendance sheet. The homeroom teacher stood at around six feet tall and had a medium build. He had dark brown hair that was split in the middle. He wore a brown suit and black tie. "Alright, just raise your hand and/or say 'here' when your name is called. Mike Angels." "Here." A student with white hair raised his hand. He wore a white shirt with black sleeves and the number 7 on the front. He also wore a cross around his neck and baggy blue jeans. "Sera Spykes." "Here." A student with golden blond hair raised her hand. Her hair was tied into a pony-tail and two dreadlocks framed her face. She also had yellow eyes that almost matched those of a serpent's. "Tiehhsin Ying." "I prefer to be called Tim." A young Chinese man with jet black hair and silver grey eyes raised his hand. "Trent Bloom. Trent Bloom. Anyone here answer to that name?" The teacher looked around the room in case he missed a hand being raised. He sighed and marked the student absent. Unknown to the teacher, Trent really was in school and heard what the teacher said. Mr. Smith shook his head in disapproval. "Sheesh... on his first day, too. Let's move on... Jesse Cromberry." A student wearing a black hood and extremely long sleeves responded with a raised hand. "Is there a reason why you're wearing a hood to cover your face?" Mr. Smith asked. When the student nodded, the teacher shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay... moving on. Motoko Kurenai." "I prefer Monica, if you don't mind," Monica replied with a raised hand. She was a Japanese girl with long shiny black hair that reached the small of her back. "Io Ford." "Here," A girl with short auburn hair and a small body raised her hand.
She barely looked like a middle school student let alone a high school senior. At first Mr. Smith thought about asking Io her age, but decided to leave her alone. He looked back down at his papers and continued, "Virginia Celeste." "Here!" An Italian girl with two pig tails and green eyes raised her hand. "Heather Kimbley," Mr. Smith continued down the unorganized list until he reached the bottom. Once that was over with, he faced the class and began his lesson. "First thing's first... I don't like lateness and I won't tolerate talking in class. If you're absent, at least you're not interrupting the class for those who took the effort to show up. Therefore I've come up with a simple, but effective punishment for all late-comers. If you're late or talk in class, you get stuck with a nickname of my choosing for the rest of the day." "What? Can he do that?" A guy with large eyes, Random Student #1 asked. "That's not fair." Random Student #2 looked pretty angry. "Does that count as abuse?" Random Student #3 wondered. "Depends on the nickname, I guess?" Random Student #4 shrugged. "Fish Eyes, Blue Boy, Banana Bandana, Ringer, what did I just say?" Mr. Smith snapped at four students in the back. "Wait... how did he know my real nickname?" Bandana quirked an eyebrow questioningly. "Excuse me, is this homeroom 4D?" A late student asked as soon as he entered the classroom. "Random Student #13, point out your name," Mr. Smith held out the attendance sheet towards the new student. "Uh... right here," Random Student #13 was taken aback by the teacher's unusual response and simply pointed out where his name was supposed to be. "There's a seat right behind Monica, Thirteen. If you showed up on time, you would've known why I'm calling you Thirteen, Thirteen," Mr. Smith pointed at the desk right behind the Japanese girl. "Um... okay..." Thirteen was confused at the "explanation" as he took his seat behind Monica. He was still confused when the class was told to take out their textbooks and turn to the first chapter. Interesting teacher, don't you think? A female voice giggled. "Wha..." Thirteen looked around for the source of the voice, but to now avail. All the other students appeared to have their attention on the teacher at the moment. After a moment, their attention shifted to the first student who had to read out loud to the class. Don't bother trying to look for me. A mortal like you couldn't possibly figure out who I am in this class. "Maybe I'm dreaming... yeah... that's it... maybe I'm sleeping in class," Thirteen muttered to himself. For some reason, no one else had noticed the voice. Why would they? The voice sounded like it was coming from Thirteen's own head. Let's meet up in the girl's locker room after school. I'll show you something special. "Yep... just... insane... in the membrane," Thirteen muttered to himself as he concentrated on the words in his textbook. "What was that, Dreamer?" Mr. Smith asked as he stood over Dreamer's desk. Thirteen almost had a heart attack when he heard Mr. Smith's voice. For a moment there, he thought he had his nickname changed or something. Monica looked out from the corner of her eye with suspicion written all over her face. A tingle went up her spine and goosebumps rose from the back of her neck. She felt something familiar and dangerous in the air of room 104. Someone or something was definitely emitting a killer's intent. ***** "W
Published: October 11, 2007   
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