Day 10. The Crisis.

"We don't develop courage by being happy every day. We develop it by surviving difficult times and challenging adversity." Barbara De Angelis

Somewhere in the darkness of a nocturnal Cypress Bay, a gas line was breaking. At that exact moment, although probably still sleeping a hero was being forced into existence.

Period 5 shuffled into the room like herded llamas. They had climbed the stairs of the 900 building which are in my estimation at least as tall as one of the less tall Andes. Rebecca Black sang softly of "Friday" over the surround sound system. Over and over again she welcomed the weekend and most of the students were quite upset when I finally turned off the video. Secretly they would all like to be as culturally relevant as Rebecca Black.

We learned of "The Gettysburg Address" and its strong call for denouncing those that would tear down democracy. Then we played Kahoot like it was the World Cup. The bell rang, the kids left and little did any of us know The Crisis was looming somewhere in the cafeteria waiting to slightly disrupt our day.

Period six came into class and they all immediately began dancing wildly to Rebecca Black for she was back on the sound system. Over and over they listened and danced and eventually all fell into their desks like over ripe mangoes. This is the FBI law program class. This was the class that would bond during "The Crisis".

Shortly before class was to dismiss the disembodied voice of Dr. Fried filled the intercom. There was a crisis in the cafeteria. Immediately all the students began crying hysterically. "I hope the pizza is ok!" shouted one future special agent kid. "It probably came to life again!" shouted another, referencing the great pizza sentience disaster of 2021. It didn't matter. Heroes don't wait and listen for calm sober instructions. They act. I immediately began gathering the children. I placed some under may arms, a few clung to my back and a few more I balanced on my head. The last of the thirty children I carried in my teeth by the scruff of their neck like an oversized raccoon kit. We would need to head to safety.

I was just about to slide down the railing of the remarkably tall 900 building when the follow up announcement dropped. We were to hold and shelter in place. We returned to the room, the children begging me to "just let us walk, you weirdo!"

Back in the room we knew it may be a long wait. There was some light cannibalism, but as it is an FBI course I assumed the surviving children could go ahead and investigate the crimes against nature that had taken place once we found the cafeteria was closed. If I've learned anything about the FBI it's that they take cannibals pretty seriously It would be good practice.

Eventually the crisis ended with only hysterical drama and not much real danger. Several children had been eaten, yes, but the survivors got to go home early! It was determined to be a gas leak. I suppose we will know soon, if the cloud of gas that descended upon us will give us super powers. Some, like myself might not notice an extra one. However as the children mutate it may cause problems as I am no Dr. X (resemblance aside) and as such I am not certified in "Mutant Child Education". I have an endorsement in "Gifted" and although I never really needed to use it as I've never met a gifted child, I assume it is similar, so maybe I'll be ok.