Child Development- 1st Period- Class #10

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"Morning, everyone," Lily greeted the class. "I hope you're all recovered from the weekend. Everyone's washed up, decided paste isnt really a balanced breakfast, etc. etc. We're gonna scrap the syllabus today-" She paused. "Did I give you a syllabus? Pretend I did and then forget it today. So we are a Child Development class and this weekend most of the island's kids turned into, well, kids. I'd be dumb to pass up the opportunity to talk about it.

"Did you turn small? What'd you do? And for those of you who didn't change, was this not like the best argument for birth control ever? Bonus if you can tell me what stage of development you were in this weekend or really, just tie it into class in any way."

Library [3.17]

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From somewhere in the depths of the library, the sounds of Great Battle echoed. Muted crashes, bangs, and cursing echoed in the air as Anemone and her cleaning supplies did combat with the sentient dust bunnies of Special Collections.

She didn't like being shown glimpses of might-have-beens or possible happy childhoods. Anemone was who she was, and having that dangled in front of her was infuriating. It made her skin itch, as if it didn't fit right, and Anemone had decided to take her frustrations out on the library. It was either the dust bunnies or her classmates and their stupid happy faces, and Anemone had a hunch that the administration looked down on vivisecting other students. Even if they did deserve it.

Gulliver dozed lightly at the circulation desk, to provide assistance to anyone that might want help. He knew from years of experience that it was best to simply stay out of her way when Anemone got like this.

The Fandom High Library is open. Beware the girl with the mop.

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