*Tsunami was laying in the center of the floor, contemplating life*

Sunny: What's wrong with Tsunami?

Tsunami: Ugh...

Sunny: Translation please?

Starflight: We just got a dare, that the villains have to run the school.

Clay: Isn't that considered child abuse?

Starflight: *shrugs*

Tsunami: Argh, why does the universe hate me so?

Sunny: Calm down, Tsunami. I'm sure everything will work out.

Meanwhile:

Blister: YOU!

Pike: Huh?

Blister: Yeah, you ugly-ass sardine! Where's your hall past?

Pike: I don't have one--

Blister: Wrong answer! Detention!

Pike: *sobs*

Blister: Yeah, go ahead and cry. I love the taste of dragonet tears.

Blister: In fact...

*Blister held a mug to Pike, some of his tears slipping into it. She held the mug to her, and started sipping.

Blister: *sip* Ah...

---

*meanwhile, Morrowseer was running a class*

Morrowseer: OK, kids, let's get this over with, and maybe I won't jump out of a window halfway through.

Anemone: We don't have windows.

Morrowseer: That's just my fucking luck.

Morrowseer: Anyway, we'll be going through the history of the Scorching.

Flame: We've been through that already!

Morrowseer: I don't see how that's my fault.

Anemone: Can't we learn something else?

Morrowseer: Can't I get a fucking window in this cave? Things don't go as planned.

Umber: Mr Morrowseer, you seem emotionally unstable to run a classroom.

Morrowseer: No one likes a smartass.

Flame: Can we please learn something else?

Morrowseer: ...

Morrowseer: Sure. How about we learn the fastest way to remove spleens from annoying dragonets?

Students: ...

Umber: This isn't really biology class...

Morrowseer: ....

Morrowseer: Change of plans, I'm going to spend the whole day, crying under my desk.

*sinks under his desk, and sobs*

Flame: Ugh, Umber, you broke another one.

Umber: Sorry...

---

*meanwhile, in gym class*

Burn: OK, pansies!

Qibli: I feel targeted.

Burn: Listen up! I'm going to break your spirits one by one, until you're nothing but a pathetic pile of dust and tears. I'm going to make you puke organs, and sweat blood. By the time you leave this place, I want to hear your bones physically screaming for mercy, and your body shrank to the size of a toothpick!

Winter: Hmm. Sounds like my average Monday.

Burn: Now, work those scrawny asses of yours!

*for the rest of the day, Burn made the students do a massive amount of gym training*

Burn: See, that wasn't so bad.

Students: *groaning in agony*

Qibli: I'm dying! I'm seriously dying!

Burn: Don't do it here, then!

---

*Darkstalker was teaching the art class*

Mindreader: Teacher...this is weird.

*Darkstalker was posing in front of him, wearing a Greek wear, crown, and laying on a long couch*

Darkstalker: What could be more beautiful to paint than yours truly?

Mindreader: Uh, a bowl of fruit? Anything but this?

Darkstalker: C'mon, it's not that weird!

Darkstalker: Now, draw me like your French dragons~

Mindreader: Nope! *drops paintbrush*

*Mindreader leaves*

Darkstalker: What? I thought you wanted private classes.

Mindreader: I'm pretty sure this is illegal!

Darkstalker: How is it illegal? I'm only posing sexy in front of a underaged dragon and asking him to draw me...Oh, I see.

---

Sora: And ever since the war, I've been feeling slightly depressed.

*Hawthorn sat across from her, wearing a therapist outfit, and holding a notepad*

Hawthorn: Hmm.

Hawthorn: Have you tried laying on the ground, and letting the earth reclaim you?

Sora: If you're talking about mud baths? Then yes.

Hawthorn: *writes in this notepad*

Hawthorn: OK, I'm going to try something.

*He takes out papers, with ink splotches over them*

Hawthorn: *shows her one* What do you see in this picture.

Sora: An IceWing that resembles Icicle laughing at my misfortune.

Hawthorn: Ooh! Really? I wanna try!

*hands her the papers*

Hawthorn: Show me! Show me!

Sora: How does this help me?

Hawthorn: Uh, I'll explain later. Now, show me the next one!

Sora: *sigh*

Sora: *shows him the next paper*

Hawthorn: Oh! That looks like a puppy!

*Next paper*

Hawthorn: Aw! A field of bunnies.

*Next paper*

Hawthorn: Morry smiling! How cute!

Sora: ...

Sora: I get it. Instead of just seeing the inky blackness, I should focus on the few happy moments.

Sora: *smiles at paper*

Sora: Hey, this kinda looks like a portrait of my siblings. At least, I'm lucky to still have them around.

*Sora began to walk out*

Sora: Thank you, I feel so much better! See you next time! *leaves*

*After she left, Hawthorn picked one of the papers, and tried to lick the ink off*

Hawthorn: *GAG!*

---

*Vulture and Scarlet were tasked on cleaning the prey center*

Scarlet: ARGH!

Scarlet: I can't believe we were forced to be janitors!

Vulture: Hey! You fucking missed a spot!

Scarlet: I know! I know!

Scarlet: Ugh, don't these dragonets learn how to pick up for themselves?

Vulture: At least, Albatross is having fun.

*Albatross was eating leftovers on the floor*

Scarlet: Well, at least he's like a personal vacuum.

Vulture: Well, it can't get any worse than this.

Blister: *comes in*

Blister: You two! Clean up in the library!

Scarlet: Why?

Blister: Long story short, Wasp started an anarchy.

Meanwhile:

Wasp: MWAHAHAHA!

Wasp: Now everyone will feel the wrath of my Book Club!

Everyone: Wasp! Wasp! Wasp!

Starflight: *comes in* What the actual fuck!?

Wasp: Night Dragon! Join me, as we destroy the disobedient readers: the ones that spill drinks, talk too loudly, overuse the computers, and bring their scrolls in late!

Starflight: To that I say...

Starflight: I'M IN!

Wasp & Starflight: MWAHAHAHA!

*Ever since then, Starflight and Wasp have been an unstoppable force, and no one brought their scrolls in late ever again...*