Class time 3rd period

Charles' first class of the day piles in and takes their seat. Charles gets up from his desk. "Good morning class. I would like to address my attire." One of the girls raises her hand. "Yes, Ms. Hedgemyer?" Nara Hedgemyer, senior, 18-years old. Black hair, 3 pony tails, cheerleader with an interest in sciences, she 3d-prints her own hair accessories, quite industrious young lady. "We really don't care if you wear pants or a skirt." The class nods and murmurs in agreement. "As long as you aren't obscene and obviously adhere to the school rules, we are ok. Everyone deserves to be comfortable in their choices." Nara smiles. "No matter the reason?" "Nope!" " Ok then on with class." Nara winks at Charles.

"Today's subject is about sound."...(I'm not going to bore you with some lecture on sound, although science is fun) Class ends. Nara lingers back before heading out the door. "Thank you for those kind words at the begining of class." Charles says with a smile. "Greycheck this morning was not thrilled. Is there something I can help you with?" Nara kinda twists her ankle a little bit pivoting her foot on the floor and thrusts out her chest. "Ummm, yeah actually." "My dad, is.... He thinks... He thinks I'm doing ****." "You?" "Yeah, but I'm not!!! The smells, are coming from the 3d printer... In my room." "I've seen your hair pieces, novel and damn good looking." "Thanks! Yeah, the girls are wanting pieces." Charles has grabbed her attention hard, she grabs a seat and sits down before she smooths out her school uniform Charles notices she's sans underwear today. "So, you are.... What plastics are you using?" "Oh, when I started I used pla." "So, whats the odor coming from." "The ABS and the acetone I'm using now." "There's your odors." "Yep." "How can I help you?" "Well, since you are my teacher and you live down the street from my folks house. Can I move my stuff to your place?" " Won't your parents find it odd you are spending time with your teacher?" "Maybe, but I'd rather trust my stuff with a teacher than my classmates." "I wouldn't either. Sure, you can run your operation at my place." Nara beams a smile. "Great!" Nara starts to get up. "You will need a hall pass, Ms.Hedgemyer. it's 15 minutes after the bell." Charles gets up but forgets he's loose and hanging free, Nara notices, he goes to his desk and grabs a pad, jots down some information. "Here you go." Charles smiles. "A get out of detention free pass." Nara smiles and heads to the door then turns to him "Oh, is that your wife's skirt?" "Yes... Why?" "It's not long enough, bye! See you Saturday!" She quickly ducks out the door. Charles pauses, then goes wide eyed.

Charles just stands there staring at the door, paralyzed...all of a sudden Sandra appears in the door window holding up a plastic animaniacs lunchbox.

"HOLY SHIT!" Charles is über spooked.