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He had been hiding in the teachers lounge for who knows how long. Sitting on the couch with his palms pressed firmly into his Eyes, Drew Lipsky desperately attempted to forget the days events.

"So you're the new guy," a mocking voice broke through his thoughts, and he looked up to see a black and green blur.

Blinking owlishly, Drew fumbled through his coat pockets and quickly put on his glasses, bringing the newcomer into focus.

"Ms. Go, I teach English and, technically, literature, "she introduced grinning as she made her way to plop on the couch next to him.

"Lipsky, Chemistry, although I'll now be known for ignoring students and their experimental drills" he forced a smile.

She laughed, "Ah, so that would explain the pit in the chem lab. How far did it sink before it decided to go on the fritz?"

He winced.

"about natural-gas-pocket level."

"That would explain the Fire in the Chem lab, my, you have had a day."

"I'm so fired"

Ms. Go leaned back, fiddling with a pencil, "nah I don't think so, besides you, me and Barkin are the only teachers here."

Drew looked at her skeptical, "seriously?"

She shrugged, " you're the only one I've seen honestly and I've been here for three years," she got up " besides, Barkin will keep you around only so he doesn't have to deal with the science equipment."

"I'm so lucky."

"Aren't ya?" She saluted him as she grabbed a magazine off a counter, "see ya around Lipsky, good luck with your next class you're gonna need it."

He sat up straighter.

"why?" He asked dreading her answer

"Another Possible, although she's nice, she has a tendency to bring her after school projects with her to class."

"Like arts and crafts or something?"

"No she does weird covert operations for the government or something like that, point is, super villains just love to crash in during lessons."

With that Ms. Go turned and left, leaving Drew to wonder if she was being serious or not.

In an alternate universe, Drew Lipsky is about to regret becoming a teacher. I own nothing recognizable all characters belong to their respective owners.

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He had been hiding in the teachers lounge for who knows how long. Sitting on the couch with his palms pressed firmly into his Eyes, Drew Lipsky desperately attempted to forget the days events.

"So you're the new guy," a mocking voice broke through his thoughts, and he looked up to see a black and green blur.

Blinking owlishly, Drew fumbled through his coat pockets and quickly put on his glasses, bringing the newcomer into focus.

"Ms. Go, I teach English and, technically, literature, "she introduced grinning as she made her way to plop on the couch next to him.

"Lipsky, Chemistry, although I'll now be known for ignoring students and their experimental drills" he forced a smile.

She laughed, "Ah, so that would explain the pit in the chem lab. How far did it sink before it decided to go on the fritz?"

He winced.

"about natural-gas-pocket level."

"That would explain the Fire in the Chem lab, my, you have had a day."

"I'm so fired"

Ms. Go leaned back, fiddling with a pencil, "nah I don't think so, besides you, me and Barkin are the only teachers here."

Drew looked at her skeptical, "seriously?"

She shrugged, " you're the only one I've seen honestly and I've been here for three years," she got up " besides, Barkin will keep you around only so he doesn't have to deal with the science equipment."

"I'm so lucky."

"Aren't ya?" She saluted him as she grabbed a magazine off a counter, "see ya around Lipsky, good luck with your next class you're gonna need it."

He sat up straighter.

"why?" He asked dreading her answer

"Another Possible, although she's nice, she has a tendency to bring her after school projects with her to class."

"Like arts and crafts or something?"

"No she does weird covert operations for the government or something like that, point is, super villains just love to crash in during lessons."

With that Ms. Go turned and left, leaving Drew to wonder if she was being serious or not.

In an alternate universe, Drew Lipsky is about to regret becoming a teacher. I own nothing recognizable all characters belong to their respective owners.