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In the school office, a blue tadpole with a orange and yellow raindrop emblem was scouting on knees for this semester’s schedules until a voice grabbed its attention.
“Taruru, do you have the new schedules?”
“Yes, Principal Urere, I just had my hand on them” the youngster replied to a soft lavender frog with an exclamation mark emblem.. The principal of Pokopen High.
“Oh good, they’ll be nice and smudged.”
Taruru handed over the schedules.
“Here we are. If it had been a snake it would’ve bitten me .“
Principal Urere looked at the papers with dissatisfaction and a tiny hint of annoyance.
“Taruru, these are the schedules we couldn’t find for last semester. Now, maybe next year, you’ll find the ones for this semester.”
And with that, he returned the papers and stormed off.
Meanwhile horseplay was in full swing down in the hallway, which wasn’t really surprising truth be told.
Many staff members were already booking in.
The first two were in discussion. Zoruru, a grey cyborg-like amphibian and Miss Aki, a tall black-haired bespectacled woman.
“I’ve got Giroro again” sighed the half-robot creature.
“He’s been here longer than I have.” Smiled the human.
Also booking in was school nurse Pururu, a cute lilac purple tadpole with a yellow and pink heart symbol.
“It’s the first day of school and already, my castor oil is missing.”
“Hmm. How many days to ‘til Christmas vacation?”
“86” came a reply from behind.
Both staff members turned around to see the new student, Angol Mois.
“86?” asked Miss Aki a bit bewildered.
“I’m counting each day for each month” smiled the naïve newcomer.
“Oooh” the staff members nodded the, went off for their own individual classes and school jobs, leaving Moa by herself.
“Can I help you dear?” spoke the voice of the principal as he arrived on the scene.
“Oh yes, this is my first day at school. I’m not really sure where I’m supposed to be.”
“Oh, welcome to Pekopen. You’ll have to fill out a few of these forms, but..”
Something caught Urere’s attention.
“Excuse me for a minute.” He spoke before leaving, almost in a hurry, Moa preceded to fill out the aforementioned forms or would have done if she had something to write with.
Luckily, Taruru was nearby hands filled with pencils.
She asked for one and received it.
The hallway population scattered at the mere bellow of the bell, leaving only Keroro and his gang to remain. They were given papers stating the new classes and teachers for the semester. And as usual Kururu was complaining.
“Geez Every teacher I have this year has at least flunked me once.”
“Yeah, well if you don’t watch it, you’ll be spending all your time in Urere’s office” cautioned Tamama, but that only stirred his friend’s cockiness.
“Oh yeah, well this year, he’s gonna wish he would never see me.”
“Oh yeah and what are you going to do?”
“I just ain’t gonna take any of his trash talk, that’s all. I take no trash talk from nobody.”
The other members halted instantly the moment they saw Urere, but Kururu didn’t notice and continously muttered about the principal.
“Kururu.” came the voice that snapped the yellow frog out of his cockiness, leaving him turned around and sweat-dropping.
“Hello Sir.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be in your homeroom, by now?”
“I was just going for a walk.”
“You were dawdling, weren’t you?”
“Yes Sir.”
“That is no way to start a new semester, Kururu.”
The aforementioned chuckled nervously, but inside his head was a broken record of cusses aimed at the principal. Urere continued.
“Perhaps a session of banging erasers after school would put you on the right track?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Are you just going to stand there all day?”
“Um, no, sir. I mean, yes, sir. I mean I’m just um…”
“Well, which is it, yes or no?”
“No, sir.”
“Good, then move.”
“Yes, sir.”
And with that, Urere strolled back to the office.
Now it was Keroro who was cocky as he coolly walked to his friend with a big grin on his face.
“I’m sure glad you didn’t take any of his trash talk, Kururu. You really would have told him off.”
Everyone joined with his laughter, except of course Kururu, as they head off to the stairs.
Passing down the stairs was a nerdy red tadpole, bearing a three-bump circle symbol and glasses and cradling some handbooks under the left arm.
Hey Tororo. How are you doing?” Kururu addressed the similar looking amphibian by name.
“Hi Fellas”
“Did you have a nice summer? Shake, baby” Tamama offered his hand.
Tororo shook it and got shocked by the hand buzzer.
The gang preceded to fiddle with the nerd like rubbing his head and straightening him.
In the office, Principal Urere, written introduction announcement in hand, was ready for the New School Year speech. Taruru on the other hand was having a spot of typewriter-related trouble. That would have to be settled later, as Urere gestured him to the opening xylophone chimes for the announcement and quickly the blue tadpole did as command.
The principal cleared his throat and began.
“Good Morning boys and girls, humans and aliens. And welcome to what we are sure would be our greatest year at Pekopen. Saturday night will be our first prep rally and bonfire, and I want to see all of you students out there with plenty of support for coach Garuru and the Pekopen Powerhouses.
If you can’t be an athlete, be an athletic supporter.
And now for the really good news, and probably one of the most exciting things to ever happen at Pekopen High. The National Bandstand television show has selected Pekopen as a representative high school and will do a live broadcast from our very own gym.”
That got all the students’s approval by the mass. Anyway Urere continued, excited about this too.
“It is our chance to show the entire nation what fine, bright, clean-cut, wholesome students we have here at Pekopen.”
He regretted saying that, knowing that sentence alone was too good to be true with some of the students.
As if on cue, a screaming female ran out of a classroom after finding a science autopsy specimen in her bag.
Several students chuckled, but not much as Giroro, Keroro and Dororo.
They have the right since they were responsible for this.
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