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(Far from) Paradise High School

Nagisa:

Click, Click, Click. I slowly stepped into the quaint and dimmed lit classroom with my hands in my pockets. It was the third day of attempting to teach these delinquents and potential criminals. Look, I know I'm no Koro-sensei, but when I became a teacher for E Class I expected to see what I would call 'easy to teach' students with great potential and an actual care for getting out of E-Class, and hoping to learn from me. Instead, I am rushed into a class that fails listen to a word I say. Every time students hear the click of my shoes, I'm instantly surrounded by towering teenagers that all seem to have a stocky build, pushing and pulling me as if I was a rag-doll. Suddenly, I feel the hard, overly cold tile floor, and looked up at the black haired boy who appeared to be on steroids. I decide to stop this. I stood up, appearing to be hurt, and suddenly locked my arms around the boys back neck, guiding him to the desks and sitting him down in the scratched up chair.
"Anyone else?" I said confidently, looking around the shocked faces from the students.
"Now, take a seat where you'd like, no talking." Silently, in unison, the students walked to the desks and sat down.

"I'm gonna kill you." One student said on the first day of school. Almost every time, I laugh when I hear the word 'kill' from one of my students.
"Oh, really? You're welcome to try." Ha. They have no idea what to even say. I can't believe these students are trying to impress each other. Every time I hear a sarcastic remark from these kids, it's followed by them clearly turning their heads in every direction around the classroom to look for approval. How pathetic.

"Ah-you guys, open your note-" I paused for a yawn. Oh, how I was craving some coffee this morning. "Open your notebooks." I turned around, only seeing students with a blank expression across their face.
"Okay, then. Although I clearly stated to buy a notebook two days ago, followed by me writing a reminder on the board, you fail to listen to my simple instructions to buy a notebook. Actually, now that I think about it, none of you kids have listened to ANYTHING I've said. So far, I've been ah-a 'nice guy' for these past three days, but you know what? You've pissed me off, to be quite honest. I'm done with being a 'nice guy" I waited for the reactions of the students, a little surprised by my statement.
"I'm your teacher, and you are my students. In case you forgot." Silence and full attention, at last.
"Well then. Grab textbooks in the back to page twelve, please. When you buy a notebook, I would like you to take notes on the first chapter. That will be due in two days." As soon as I finished speaking, all the students grabbed the textbooks, sat down, and turned to page twelve.

Karma:

Osaka City Hall, Kita-Ku, Nakanoshima, Osaka City
"Mr. Akabane?" He just reported to me that he has no information about the new school placed near city hall.
"Damnit! I told you to get information on that school how many times now?" I barked at Leon, an almost slender boy being a little slim and supple, only if he weren't so short. His black bangs block half of his pale face. Some say he's 19, though he looks like a kid still in grammar school. I regretted hiring this intern, since this wimp is barely able to handle any tasks I throw at him. A terrible trait to have planning to be a politician or any other occupation.
"Set everything aside, and research on that school. Now!" I said sternly, looking at Leon's stuttering face, to shy to even speak.
"S-sir?" He said, waiting for permission to talk.
"Yes, Leon? What would you like to ask me?" I said, trying my very best to calm down.
"Well, what’s th-that school's name again?" The boy said shakily.
"Paradise High School." Ugh.

With the potential to be a great school, but instead ruining our reputation as a local area. See, I’m a leader in the economics department in Osaka. Now, you may be wondering, 'Karma, (that's me) how does education affect economy?' Well, imagine if you were in charge of keeping the economy up in a busy city. A city full of culture and monuments, attracting tourism and businesses alike. Then, this garbage people call a school is plopped down near City Hall. The builders had no aesthetic concerns nor care where the school was placed. It's ruining the local economy. No businesses want to come near the area, but what other than the appearance make Paradise High School so terrible?

I don't know, actually...

Maybe I'll send Leon to the school to report on it- no, no... he's too introverted for a job like that.
"Karma! I would like to speak to ya." My boss said, as my office door creaked open. Mr. Inamura. A man that has become so powerful in politics, despite how he acts like he's known you for thirty years.
"This- this problem with uh- 'Paradise... High School?' I think that’s the name of it, not sure... sorry, ah- it's become such an issue, we, ya know, I'm-uh, really sorry we have to send ya there. To take notes on the school." He said, with his obnoxious and unprofessional voice.
Wait.
"I'm the one being sent there? I don't have enough charisma to convince people to change the way they manage that school." I panicked.
"Kid. Ya know, if you didn't have enough charisma, you would not have gotten this far in ya political career. Come on! Ya won't be in ya little office! Well. You are goin' to the- that paradise school on... let's see..." He frantically checked the calendar on his phone. "Tuesday!" He said, attempting to sound excited.
"Tuesday, December 11th. Now, kid, Karma, my man, my uh- main man, no complainin' alright?" He stated, not letting me speak anymore. He stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt as he walked out, forgetting to close the door.