Time for Biology

John got pulled out of his thoughts by the school bell. An hour had passed with him just dicking about with his stat screen apparently. On a positive note, camouflage had worked; Mrs. Flung had not even looked at him during the past hour as she had droned on about the book after which she had made half the class read paragraphs of it one after the other.

With class being over, the students packed their bags and headed for the door. John quickly swiped his book into his bag and joined the rest of the class into the crowded hallways of the school, slowly navigating his way to the next class of the day, biology. With the hallways being as packed as they were, it didn't give him much room to walk, more just slowly trudging along in line; the perfect opportunity to see how much mana he had regenerated. In the hour he was fiddling about, he had regained 20 mana, putting his mana regen at 0.33 per minute. John at first thought that this was ludicrous, such a slow regen? What would he be able to do with that!? However, he soon realized that he was after all still a low level character, nothing more than a 'noob' not even out of the starting zone. So of course it would take some time for it to refill.

John dismissed his character screen just in time to get out of the crowd and into the biology classroom. A few clinically white tables set up through the room. The glass cabinets that lined the walls of the room filled with all things you would think of when you thought ‘Biology’. A few animals in jars, their dead eyes staring into the void. A microscope here, a working replica of a knee there. It would have not seemed misplaced in a mad scientist’s lab in some D movie horror flick. John, however, had stopped paying attention to this ages ago; while it was creepy at first, by now he was just used to it, as were most people. There would occasionally be someone that objected to keeping animals in jars, but no one really paid attention to those complaints, according to the principal: "That is just how a biology classroom should look".

As John walked in, his eyes got drawn to the front of the class, as did those of many a guy that followed him into the room. Because at the front of the class next to their biology teacher, Mr Stone, there stood another teacher. The teacher that most guys (and more girls than they would like to admit) in school had more than once masturbated to, June Summers. The art teacher known for wearing skimpy clothes, the teacher that insisted on being called June by her students and the teacher that always tended to bend over just a little too far forward when she was helping you with your project. That was June Summers.

As John sat down, the rest of the class followed suit; moments later, Mr Stone gave a dry cough, finally able to tear his own eyes away from June's well rounded backside, garnering him a few dirty looks from the guys in class. Before a riot could break out, however, he started to speak. "Good morning, class. I take it that you are wondering why June is here with us today," he started, getting a murmur of agreement from the people gathered.

"Well, that is because me and Mr Stone here have come up with a project to get you all more intimately involved with biology," June continued where Mr Stone stopped.

John sat up straight, looking interested to say the least. ‘Intimate with biology? You can't mean that they are…’ John's mind ran wild with the possibilities, one possibility made him shudder. ‘No way are they going to fuck in front of class, right?’ He feared he would never be able to scrub that image from his mind when June continued.

"We made it so that this class has the rest of the day off so that you can go outside and make a sketch of an animal in its natural habitat. This can of course be your pet hamster or a pigeon, but keep in mind that we will be grading this on both ambition as well as the finished result," June smiled at the class, obviously hoping to see some great art come out of her students' hands.

Mr Stone clapped his hands to pull the attention back to him. "We will be grading it on ambition, anatomically correctness and if we are able to discern what animal you even drew," he dryly stated, looking in the direction of some students that were known to be less artistic.

Over the next few minutes, June handed out some pieces of paper to the students before they were dismissed.

John, being not one to shy away from an ambitious art project, already had a destination in mind. John walked back to his locker, packing his books back into his backpack before walking to a nearby bus stop. It was nice to get the rest of the day off, while part of him wanted to just sketch an animal he found online, his pride, as well as the hopes of getting on June's good side, made him put in all the effort he could. That is why he was now waiting for a bus that would take him to the edge of town. The town he lived in was surrounded by a lush, big forest. John thought that if there was a place in Springfield he could find an animal, in its natural habitat, it would be the forest.

While there was a park half an hour away from the school, he somewhat doubted that he would find something worthwhile there. John rolled his shoulders, the strange game powers pushed to the back of his mind for a moment as he lost himself in teenage fantasies of June rewarding him for his hard work.