A random student slowly got up from her chair. She took in a deep breath before finally speaking up.
Student: M-M-My name's... It's.. A.. uh.. It's Emily! Em.. Emily Glosson!
The teacher slowly looked in the direction of the student. She wondered how anyone could be so nervous over what she perceived to be a dumb school tradition.
Emily: I'm not.. as interesting as the rest of the class but.. but I.. er.. No. I mean.. Er..
Lucielle Davenport was wondering if she had upset some deity, as she felt like she had been cursed with what could potentially be a very troublemaking class. She hoped it was going to be just an easy going year.
"But all the weirdos are out in full force", thought the teacher.
Emily: I hope to meet really cool people in the future! No.. er.. Um.. Yes, but.. mmm...
The student sat down, deciding it was for the best if she had ended where she did.
Another Student: Hmph. I think it's time.
Another Student had gotten up from his chair. He exuded a level of confidence that seemed beyond Emily's. He placed one hand on his hip, and moved the other hand over his face.
Another Student: I have thought of the perfect introduction to explain myself and my motivations. I am called Adam Izanagi. And I am a descendant of a long line of shri--
Davenport: Yeah yeah yeah, Mister Izanagi. You waited too long.
Adam: Oh come on!
Adam's composure had quickly left him as he flailed his arms in frustration.
Adam: You can't be serious! All of these other students didn't bother refining their words. As budding wordsmith, I--
Davenport: N. O.
Adam: That's not fair!
Davenport: Yes it is.
Adam: I demand to hear why you would respond with such a preposterous answer!
Davenport: Because you're long winded, and homeroom's over.
Just as she finished speaking, a chime played through a speaker on the wall of the back of the classroom. It was the signal for the end of homeroom
Adam stood silent, unable to close his mouth.
Meanwhile, Kirby glanced outside the window.
Kirby: Wow. What an interesting class!