>"Are we really doing this? Really!?" I nod at the triceratops. We certainly are. It's the only way. Has to be like this.
>The line is quite long, she's made a few enemies. I'm more than happy to start.
>Arm up, one across the face. Oh man that feels good. I savor the moment as she glares at me before I step back and wave in the next person. This idea of reparations paid through slaps was my best one ever. Fang took some convincing but I'm so glad I got her to come around. Speaking of.
>Fang's up to bat. A light one but still enough to tilt her head. Wonderful. She steps aside as it's Reed. He doesn't even hit her. It matters little as she's got at least ten more.
>Rosa hits her hard enough to almost knock her down. I almost feel bad watching that beefy rexican arm just upend the triceratops. Almost. Stella's turn. A hug. God.
>Think Trish almost slapped her for that. Hah. Students of all shapes and sizes get in. Some light, some rather hard. Clearly a chip on their shoulders. Partway through we have to swap cheeks, the poor girls looks like she's been stung by a bee. I smile widely.
>I watch in awe as I notice the last person in line. Up walks Spears. I start to try to make myself scarce, worrying he's going to throw the book at the lot of us for this but I watch him pull out an envelope as he speaks.
>"I'm quitting after this year." In a flash I watch in horror as he takes his own time to slap Trish. So many extremely wide gazes as he straightens his tie.
>"I'm quite glad to have been able to help mentor all of you this year but also I can't even begin to explain how much of a pain-in-the-ass all of you are. Good afternoon."
>He walks away nonchalantly as the wake of his speech silences the room. Suddenly a lot of students have decided these last few days of the year they're going to be on their best behavior.
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