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Katara's POV

Peter strides nervously into the classroom.

"Nice of you to join us, Parker," says Mr Winks. I prefer to call him Baldilocks.

Peter looks around the room, looking for a seat. He sighs when he finds out that the only spare seat is next to me.

When he's seated and Baldilocks continues chatting about what not, I stare back out the window.

I look at the hummingbird that is chirping peacefully behind the glass. I study it completely. I study how the colours change to green and blue on its stomach, how long and thin the beak is, the wingspan of its wings, how the tail feathers stick out as it flies and how it curls around its feet when it is perched on the window.

I take the knowledge in my memory and sketch it onto the piece of paper on my desk. I shade in the stomach but erase it immediately. I can't get the right tone of its stomach in my sketch. I wish I had Chase's accuracy.

"KATARA!" A loud voice scares away the hummingbird.

Damn it! Now it's gone forever. I might as well scrunch up my drawing and throw it in the trash where it belongs.

"KATARA!" The same voice repeats.

I look at Mr Winks. He's staring at me with angered eyes. I almost get distracted by his shiny bald spot.

"Are you talking me?" I ask, completely in a daze.

The class laughs. What so funny? I was only asking a question.

"Yes, I am Katara. Now answer my question," he bellows.

"Is it?" I say, not fully recovered from my artist mode.

"What is?" He asked completely astonished.

"Is what?" I ask just as astonished.

"Huh?" Baldilocks scratches his head in confusion.

I'm getting sick of this.

"Listen mate, if you want me to answer any questions then you best stop chatting gibberish," I tell him straight.

For some reason, the class laughs. People in this dimension are too easily amused.

"I am not your mate, I'm your teacher," Mr Winks exclaims.

"I know who you are, fool. Don't need to announce it, mate," I say, rolling my eyes.

Why are the teachers so uptight? I think I preferred it when I was home-schooled.

Mr Winks sighs and leans back in his chair.

Peter leans in closer to me. "Just answer the question, Kat," He whispers.

"What are you chatting about, mate? What question?" I ask a bit too loudly.

"What is human trafficking?" Baldilocks asks me in a calm manner.

"You're the teacher, you're supposed to know, en't it?" I say.

Peter gives the hairy eyeball.

"Katara, I know what human trafficking is, I'm asking you if you know," Baldilocks says in a not so calm manner.

"Isn't it just people directing traffic."

The class laughs again. Except for Peter who sighs inwardly.

"No Katara, those are traffic guards," Mr Winks groans.

"Then, is it human traffic lights," I guess.

Another laugh from the class. What is so funny?

"Peter, please remind Katara what human trafficking is and why it shouldn't be joked around with," Baldilocks tells him.

"Human trafficking is when people are kidnapped and sold to the highest bidder, to be sex slaves, unfree labour or to remove their organs," Peter explains.

I think it is Flash Thompson who coughs 'nerd' out and everyone laughs again. Peter looks embarrassed. How is that funny? He just made Peter feel bad. Honestly, what is wrong with this dimension?

I giggle. "You said 'sex'."

"Katara, human trafficking is serious stuff. It's sick and wrong," Peter states.

"If it's so serious, then why are they teaching us this stuff? Do teachers want us to be upset?" I say with a frown.

"Katara, do you even know what class you're in?" Peter says.

"I'm in a classroom, doy."

The class laughs again for some reason.

"I mean the subject," Peter adds.

He's got me there. I totally forgot what class this is. I just followed Chase into the classroom. I'm not even 100 percent sure I belong in this class. How do they expect me to remember every class I have? There are about 8 maybe even 9.

"It… begins with a… S, right," I guess.

The class laughs and Mr Winks sighs.

"Social Studies. You're in Social Studies," He tells me.

"And what's social about Human Trafficking? Why are we learning stuff that is sick and wrong in a subject about socializing?"

The class laughs again. What is so funny, for godsake? I'm trying to make a serious point here?

"That's it. We're moving on," Says Baldilocks.

There's my cue to blank out.

I focus on my drawing. I try my hardest to remember the colour pattern on that hummingbird. When I'm finished, I know for a fact this drawing has got to be one of my failures.

"Understand Katara."

I heard my voice. I think that's my cue to pay attention.

"Is it?" I say blankly.

"Yes it is, Katara," Baldilocks says mockingly.

"Please Mr Winks, I'm a good student," Peter says, "Why are you punishing me?"

"I think you two will get along great," Mr Winks says.

What are they chatting about?

The Bell rings.

The door is engulfed with students ready to get home. I can't blame them, school is pretty boring. Even Mr Winks leaves. Soon, the only people left are me, Peter, my brother and Ava.

Peter has his head down on his desks, sulking.

Ready to go

I hear Chase's voice in my head. I give him a thumbs up as I pack away my stuff.

You know, I'm really not 100% on board with him in my mind all the time just because he doesn't like talking to people. Especially Peter.

I'm ok with using this technique when we're in combat so the enemy can't figure out our patterns, but this is just ridiculous. Why did my brother have to be xenophobic?

"Come on, Webhead," urges Ava. "We have training with Coulson?"

Peter moans.

"Stop whining. The assignment isn't that bad, Peter," Ava says with a grin.

"It'll be alright Pete, whatever you're upset about," I say, trying to comfort him.

He looks up at me with an angry expression. I guess I'm not as soothing as Ava.

"You really don't have a clue, do you?" Peter barks.

Ava chuckles.

"What?" I ask.

Chase glances at me.

You have to do a project with Peter

He communicates with me.

"What project?" I ask.

"Wait, how do you get a project from a glance?" Ava asks.

I shrug.

I wish I could tell her about Chase's telepathic powers but of course, Chase doesn't trust her. She has a secret identity, I think she's perfectly capable of keeping a secret.

"You really don't know about the project, which is worth half our grade?" Peter moans.

"What does our age group have to do with this?" I ask.

"Grrr," Peter growls. "Nevermind. I'll do all the work."

"No, I want to help," I beg.

"You don't even know what the project is about," Peter argues.

"Chase, what's it about?" I ask him.

Human Trafficking

"Human trafficking? Yay, I'm good with that," I perk.

"You didn't even know that human trafficking doesn't have anything to do with traffic," Peter complains.

"Then, why does it have the word 'traffic' in it? That makes no sense," I point out. "Your humanity is crazy."

Damn, this dimension's weird.

"Why can't you go back to your own dimension, Katara?"

"Then, you would miss me, isn't it," I say with a wide smile.

"No it isn't, Katara, no it isn't," He mutters under his breath.