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fandomhigh2011-09-28 09:28 am
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Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Wednesday | Period 1
Today, the Danger Shop was set up somewhat oddly. With a TV in the front and a few couches facing it, it might at first glance look like one of the school common rooms. But if someone perceptive happened to notice the picture frames on the wall, assorted paintings and way-too-nice furniture, that might be a hint that it wasn't a common room at all, but a standard household living room.
"So a bunch of you probably have guests coming this weekend," Neal ventured. "Some of you might not, which is pretty lucky for you guys -- " He only wished he could be so lucky -- "but I thought we'd work on an important skill in case you guys need it."
The TV in the front of the room suddenly switched on, and text appeared, reading: Lying To Your Parents.
Sorry, Bruce.
Then it flicked back off. Neal, for the record, was pretty proud of himself for setting that up.
"Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to convince those parental figures on the couch over there that you are not guilty of whatever they're blaming you for," Neal said. He held up his hat, revealing slips of paper with assignments for everyone. "Once you can do that, you're done for the day. Go hide your dirty socks or whatever you have to do."
Wasn't he the nicest teacher ever?
"So a bunch of you probably have guests coming this weekend," Neal ventured. "Some of you might not, which is pretty lucky for you guys -- " He only wished he could be so lucky -- "but I thought we'd work on an important skill in case you guys need it."
The TV in the front of the room suddenly switched on, and text appeared, reading: Lying To Your Parents.
Sorry, Bruce.
Then it flicked back off. Neal, for the record, was pretty proud of himself for setting that up.
"Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to convince those parental figures on the couch over there that you are not guilty of whatever they're blaming you for," Neal said. He held up his hat, revealing slips of paper with assignments for everyone. "Once you can do that, you're done for the day. Go hide your dirty socks or whatever you have to do."
Wasn't he the nicest teacher ever?
Re: Lie!
"Hey, uh... you guys," she said, since calling these Danger Shop-generated people her parents would just be weird. "Uh... you guys wanted to talk to me about the, uh, sleepwalking thing, right?"
Which had actually happened to her once. She wondered how Neal had known that.
"So, like, the thing is, I didn't call her names names," she justified. "Or, well, I did, but it's not like they meant anything! They were alliterative! And the only reason I wasn't sleeping was cause Dad -- uh, I mean, you -- wrote a song I didn't like and I had to pretend I did, you know? So I just ended up sleeping in class! That's not my fault, is it?"
It was her fault.