The Graduating Class of '09 (Class of '09 (Re-Up) x Male Reader)

Chapter 6 - 'Remediation'

Have you ever heard of the sunk-cost fallacy? If you haven't then this phenomenon is best described as an action in which a person is reluctant to abandon a strategy or course of action because they've invested heavily in it. Even when the most beneficial solution is to abandon that path. We have the urge to gamble with fate to see if luck is truly on our side whether intentionally or unintentionally. If life could've been decided on the flip of a coin then only fifty percent of the world would be alive at the time. Never deal with the devil as that is a lesson everyone knows all too well.

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Nicole arrived for her first day at remediation class. When she entered her respective classroom she remained calm, collected, and unamused as usual.

Nicole: "Jecka was freaking out over nothing, these kids aren't that tough and crazy."

Kylar: "Hey you got put in remedial English too?"

Nicole: "Wait just English? I thought all of my classes would be here."

Kylar: "Nah they only have it for Math and English."

Nicole: "So I still have to go to art class?"

Kylar: "If you need extra time they'll let you skip electives."

Nicole: "Guess I'll have to take it."

Kylar: "So did you get put in here for some bullshit like the rest of us?"

Nicole: "You could say that. Why are you here?"

Kylar: "Just some bullshit with Mr. Horvitz, that sheeny shit faced fuckin' fairy. I wish the holocaust happened."

Nicole: "What was that last part?"

Kylar: "I said I wished the holocaust happened?"

Nicole: "I think you need remedial history, pretty sure the holocaust did happen."

Kylar: "Oh. Well I wished it happened more. Then that fuck wouldn't be here."

Nicole: "So this is remedial classes."

A young woman with blonde hair, emerald eyes, and glasses had walked in. She seemed to showcase her professionalism when she entered. She wore black as her primary choice of clothing and a white tailor underneath with the two tailcoats sticking out from underneath her shirt. This is assumed to be the instructor for the remedial classes: Ms. Ames.

Ames: "Alright time to start, I wanna see you all in your assigned seats."

Emily: "I wanna see you in a wheelchair, bitch!" Emily blurted out with aggression.

Kylar: "Yeah fuck you, Ms. Ames!"

Despite those past transgressions she didn't seem entirely phased.

Ames: "Are we finished?"

Nicole: "Whoa she didn't say shit." Nicole was in awe on how Ms. Ames hadn't cracked at all from the insults.

Ames: "I see we have a new student, welcome to remedial English. My name is Ms. Ames, what shall we call you?"

Nicole: "Uh, Beyonce."

Ames: "Okay I'll just look it up during attendance."

Emily: "Can we listen to our iPods?"

Ames: "Listen to what?"

Emily: "Does it matter?"

Ames: "If you're listening in class it should serve to benefit the course in some way."