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[WhiteHawk 'Hawk' Conner]

The air was thick with the smell of deodorant. Why, in any god's name, did teenagers believe they had to swim in a pool of artificial scents before they could even think of walking in public? It was like they were afraid they'd be thought of as a walking dump heap for it. Didn't they know that natural selection worked with pheromones that are found in human sweat? Obviously not...

More than half the female population in the class smelled like they'd drowned themselves in five different deodorants. Hawk sniffed slightly in disgust. The smell was nauseous. It clogged his nostrils, making it seem hard to breathe. Or maybe that was just the heightening sensory microcomputers in his brain. Brown eyes scanned over the class as students filed into the classroom. Why was he a teacher again? Oh right, because other than killing, it was the only thing he was good at.

As everyone settled down in their seats, Hawk silently stood from his feet, chalk in hand. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen," he said, his voice having the slightest tone of sarcasm. "Welcome to Athletics. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Mr. Conner." Turning his back on the students, Hawk wrote his name on the board in a messy hand. He could hear someone whispering about how funny they thought his name was. Some guy in the third or fourth row was asking his neighbor why they were in a classroom for athletics and not out on the field.

"You're probably wondering why we're not out on the field today," Hawk said dryly, turning around to face the students once more. "This month, we start a new branch of athletics that will require written work. I will hand out an outline for this new branch. I expect that by the time I have handed out these..." he said, picking up a pile of papers. "...That you will have lined paper and a pen in front of you. If you, for some reason, don't have one or both, tell me now."

Taking the pile of handouts, Hawk began handing them out. "And just so guys know, if you are caught with cellphones in my class, I will confiscate them. If you are caught with ipods or MP3s, they will be confiscated. If they have been confiscated, you may come to me and collect after school."

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