Apparently, Chi was supposed to have PE now... But instead of going to the lockers, and changing her clothes, she approached the teacher and gave him a piece of paper.

"Mr.Tim" Took it from her, and read briefly through it. He looked at the girl, then back at the paper, then back at Chi again.

"Um...Sure, whatever. Get better soon...I guess..." He folded the paper, and gave it to her, then turned around and yelled. "Enough lazing around! You guys start your warm-up... We'll play some softball today"

"Good thing that my uncle's best friend is a doctor..." With that so-so happy thought, Chi made her way to one of the benches and sat on it, as Aiko was quietly rattling, what is happening, and later, the score of the match.

She still didn't look too good.

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Tim patted one of the brand spanking new, TX Pitchmaster Pro Pitching Machines. It sparkled red in the light.
"Since our old machines were all garbage, we got all new ones! They'll uhh....pitch your socks off! And these babies got enough ammo to pitch for days!"
With a clumsy thwack, he flipped the switch. And all hell broke loose.

As the Pitching machine began firing, one of the softballs whizzed past Chi's head and slammed into the concrete wall behind the benches, cracking it significantly.

Chubs lay at the desk, quite bored. He had missed everything, and cursed himself for letting his fellow Lyoko mates get into danger.
He resolved that he would watch closely next time to see if they were going anywhere suspicious.
Mr.Johnson was lecturing on the subtleties of english grammar. Chubs didn't really care, he wasn't going to used any new words other than his preset ones.
Words like: Done, Go, Yeah. Simple and effective.
He flipped a card around absently, hidden from Mr.Johnson's sight.

"I got this!" yelled Tim as he made his way toward the out of control pitching machines. The students were hiding behind the benches while, Tim flank them from the left, dropping down and rolling to avoid their targeted fire until he reached the outlets.
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Meanwhile an cheerful looking bespectacled blonde in a blue hoodie opened the door to Mr. Johnson's class.
"Sorry, I have a note!"

Smiling yet Serious, Mr. Johnson took her note.
"¿Cuál es tu nombre, niña?"

"Uhhhh....Pascale?" she guessed, having heard the phrase 'nombre' in primary school.

"Hmmm," he thought rubbing his chin as he read the note,"Ir sentarse con Señor Duncan."

"Si!" she exclaimed as she moved towards Chubs, happy to see a friendly face.

"Ah, Pascale," called out Mr. Johnson before she got to her seat.

"Yes sir?"

"En Español, por favor."

"Ehem, Si Señor?"

"Estabas con la Enfermera , dios bendiga."
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During the lesson, Nil began to notice that Ms. K kept sending him concerned glances. It was almost as if she was waiting for something to happen.

Deciding that a night without sleep followed by math was a bad combination, Nil heads to the front of the class. "Hey, Ms. K," Nil says, "I don't think I'll be able to really focus in class. Mind if I head out, and get notes from you at Kendo later? I'd also like to talk to you about your sister."

Ms. K nodded her head, "To be honest, I wasn't to keen on you pushing yourself like that, since Penny told me you'd been up all night. But I wasn't going to stop you from coming to class if you didn't want."

He nods, and heads out to find someplace to take a nap. As he's heading out, he passes the gym, and hears the commotion inside. He looks inside. "What the...? What's going on here?" He sticks his head in. "Hey, yo, coach. Is everything alright? You seem to be having some, uh, troubles."

"Get some rest, Nil." murmured Ms. K as she turned back to the board.

"Get down son!" yelled Tim as he pulled Nil down. A racing softball tore through the air he was just in, continuing until it slammed into the school building a few meters away.
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Nil gulps, a bead of sweat dropping down the side of his head. "Uh... what in the world is going on?! I mean, aside from me nearly dying just now."

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So far though Language was one of Roberts few classes he likes paying attention to. Robert liked Language, due to him learning more languages, or even correcting his own language, it also helped him in saying swear words in foreign languages, when in situation he doesn't like.

So far through the class, the only thing that happened other than Mr. Johnson's lecturing, was when a girl went inside, in which she had a spanish conversation with Mr. Johnson. So far though Robert thought this was going to be another normal day, but then suddenly he heard a faint sound of something cracking.

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Math wasn't really something Robert fancied, due to it being complicated for him, yet he just sat there on his chair, pretending to listen everything Ms Parker says. After a few moments, Robert noticed a boy who sat up, and asked something to Ms Parker, surprisingly though Ms Parker nodded, and continued with her lesson, allowing the boy to go outside.

"How come that never happens to me?" Robert muttered, then suddenly he heard a faint sound of something cracking.

#Robert is a freshman, so he's in Mr. Johnson's class not Ms. Parker's (please edit)

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Chi had no idea what exactly was it, but something definitely just passed right next to her head wit an immense speed. She heard a loud crack behind her back, moment later. Was that really a ball shot from the pitching machine? According to Aiko it was...but why... and how...

Apparently the machine went totally crazy, shooting balls everywhere. Chi overturned the bench she was sitting on, and took cover behind it. "Who approved that thing...?!"

"Aiko...you think you can turn it off?" Without answering, the bird flew high above everyone's heads, hopefully out of the reach of the machine as well. He was about to approach it from behind, and land on it, then look for a switch.

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Nil decides to pull his head back into the building and move away from the door. In these situations, who exactly did one call? He could look for the janitor, see if the power to the room could be shut....

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Long cords covered in ominous electric current, remained in the power outlets of the now empty, gym shed. An open breaker box, remained open on the side.

"Wait," Nil recalls something. 'Isn't the breaker for out there on the toolshed? If I can avoid getting hit, I should be able to shut that machine down.' Taking a deep breath, Nil steels his nerves, and heads out of the door, running for the the benches to use them as cover as he bobs and weaves, the breaker box his end goal.