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Like the beginning of the last session of classes, Chloe had set herself up in the Journalism classroom, and was waiting happily for her students to arrive.

Chloe greeted both of her students with a big grin and a syllabus. "Hello," she said, "and welcome to the writing workshop. I'm glad you both found the place okay. Just as a proper introduction, I'm Chloe Sullivan, and please, please just call me Chloe, because that 'Ms. Sullivan' stuff weirds me out."

She snickered and launched into her usual spiel. "So, the basic idea of this workshop is to give you both a chance to experiment with different writing styles that are out there, beyond the ones you might have already written in your own free time." She gave Anders an amused grin at that. "We're going to start with non-fictional styles, and then move onto some of the more entertaining fictional forms. Now, I figure the best way to start would be to talk about writing biographies," she said, ~~*handwavily*~~ sketching some things out on the board.

"What I want you to do is get acquaintanced with each other, if you haven't already done so. Tell each other a little bit about yourselves, and then give me a minimum of 50 words on what you learned."

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"Maybe I can improve, too," Kaylee added. "I am having fun. It's different here. Can't say I ever faught a jello dragon before."

"I like to fix things like engines. I was my ship's mechanic," she said proudly. "For some reason, I understand that sorta thing. How 'bout you? What do you do for fun?"

"Mechanic, huh?" Anders bit his lip. "Had a feeling, somehow. Or . . . that made no sense. Don't ask."

He cleared his throat and went on to a less emo-inducing topic. "Anyway, um, I like sports. I want to play this sport called Pyramid, from the Colonies back home, but I've gotten really into baseball since I got here. And I'll watch just about any sport on TV."

Kaylee blinked a few times in confusion and then moved on. "I ain't real familiar with baseball. Sometimes we played basketball in the cargo bay, though. That was a good way to pass the time."

Anders snapped his fingers. "Basketball! Yeah, I play that a little bit too, here. I got recruited for the school team, and it's pretty fun. How'd you get to be a ship's mechanic so young, anyway? You must be good."

"Guess I got natural talent. Mal, Serenity's captain, was impressed I was able to get her back up in the sky," Kaylee explained.

Anders got that odd little half-smile on his face again. "Well, that's cool. Is that what you always wanted to do with your life, or more like something that kind of just happened?"

"I always suspected I'd be a mechanic, but I never thought it'd be on a ship," Kaylee said. "I never been on a ship before Serenity.

"And what about you? You always want to be a Pyramid player?"

Anders nodded. "Since I was about five, yeah. And I'm gonna be one -- I mean, I signed a contract to join the league when I get out of school, only now I'm not sure if I want to stay here on the Thirteenth Colony and try to play baseball instead."

He chewed on his pencil and then asked, "So what's it like living on a ship? I've never done a whole lot of space travel, just a couple of short interplanetary flights to visit relatives when I was a kid."

"The Thirteenth Colony? Never heard earth referred to by that before," Kaylee said, her voice filled with curiousity. "I'm sure whatever you decide to do, you'd be real good at it."

She thought about how to answer his question. "Livin' on a ship had its moments. Sometimes, it was real nice and peaceful. Other times, it was a little boring. But I loved it. I miss Serenity a lot."

"Where I come from, most people don't believe Earth exists. They think it's a myth, but the myth says that when the twelve tribes left Kobol and formed colonies in the system we live in now, there was a thirteenth tribe that went somewhere else," Anders explained. "Which is Earth, and since I'm here obviously it's not really a myth, right?"

He could hear the obvious affection for her ship in her voice and smiled. "That's a great name for a ship. What did you guys do?"

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