Undercover Agent *old*

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April 24th, 2015
Midtown School of Science and Technology
Location: New York City

"Realities are a strange thing. There are a lot of 'em and you don't know the half about the possibilities that each reality has." The class was not following what the teacher was saying.

"Let me simplify this for you: you have the reality you live in now; this is the one where you are aware of." The red-haired teacher walked around in the classroom, trying to get the attention of her students.

"Then there is the one you read about in, for example, storybooks or just any kind of novel. There you have the numerous of things that happen which we know can't happen in our reality." She told her students. "Another is the one you write or dream about. This is the one you wish to live in so you create your own. Those are just three examples but there are more that we might not know about."

"Miss Thomas?" A brown-haired student raised his hand. "What about one without superheroes?"

"Ah, thank you Mr. Parker. Those might exist too. I like to think they do and fantasize about what could happen if there weren't any superheroes to save the day. How would they react when an extinction level event happens or when a scientist creates something major and all goes down?" The teacher looked around and saw her students almost asleep.

"Where are you going with this?" A student with a darker skin tone asked annoyed.

"Where I'm going is towards your next assignment." She told him.

"And that's what? Creating a new reality?" The student asked as a joke.

"Yes, Mr. Thompson, that's exactly where I was going." The teacher told him. "For your next assignment I want you to think about a world without superheroes and write about it. What will happen? What needs to happen but can't because that reality isn't that far yet? You'll have a week to hand it in, good luck."

The class made loud, complaining noises. No one was looking forward to this assignment. No one except maybe two students. They started writing right away.

Miss Thomas was walking around the room. Helping students who had no idea where to begin or students who got stuck at one point in their essay. One girl was doing nothing.

"Miss Jones, why aren't you writing?" The teacher asked.

"I'm convinced that not much will be different." The girl explained. "So, I'm done."

"Let me read it." Miss Thomas picked up the paper and saw that one line was scribbled one it: corrupt government with no chill and demanding safety by violence. "Okay, dark, but there are no wrong answers here." She gave the paper back and walked further.

"How is it going, Peter?" She asked one of her students. The boy was writing a lot and fast. His smartness and creativeness combined were a killer duo. He wrote a page within ten minutes.

"I'm having a lot of ideas." He answered without looking up. "I don't know what to use yet, but I'm writing everything down first."

"Keep it up." The school bell went off and the students got up. "Remember kids, a week." She reminded them and the door closed behind the last student. It was lunch break and miss Thomas needed it. As much as she loved working with teenagers, they could be a handful. Even if you had two yourself.

Miss Thomas missed her own kids. They were back in Sokovia with their father, but she hoped to see them again soon. Even if it was for only a minute, she would be pleased.