Incinerating Flames

"Oh and before I dismiss you. You will have a chapter quiz over everything we've been going over this week on Friday! Be ready, and study hard!" A man standing behind a stand howled over the large auditorium filled with young adults.

One of the students barked back, "Really Professor Kinsei?! We just took a quiz Monday, and we have another one in the next two days?! You should loosen up a bit Professor Kinsei. We're the only class that gets so many quizzes in such short increments. I hate having to spend my weekends in my room! Other classes say they haven't even taken a single test or quiz yet." The words from the student resonated throughout the classroom. The professor began to speak.

"The thin-" He was cut off.

"Ya' Professor K! Why're you doing us like this yo'?" Another student shouted. His speech was nothing short of a hideous slang, that would not get one far in the career field.

The Professor closed his eyes, and began to speak yet again. "If you'd let me finish without interrupting... Er, em. Now, what I wanted to say is: The thing is, those classes are preforming poorly. Well, scratch that, they aren't preforming poorly, but bare minimum. This class alone is ranked number one among all other classes in this university. Now, Iori, you are more than welcomed to change to one of the other classes, by all means be my guest. But remember, your GPA will start from nothing, and we all know how lazy you are. Besides, the chances of you actually staying home to study are.... zero. Everyone in the class knows you cheat, but that's a secret we keep to ourselves."

Iori, the boy who spoke first, dropped back into his seat with his arms folded pouting under his breath. Iori shifted his eyes to the papers on his desk, only to see they weren't his own. All with names that weren't his own.

"Right, with that being said, class is dismissed. See you all tomorrow!"

The entire class stood in unison, bowed their heads, then exited the class wildly. Among this group of behemoths flailing to exit the class, was a sleepy beauty who stood out from the rest of the females in the class. A ebony young woman, with blazing red eyes that would burn a man away. Long silk hair that free slowed without guidance, it split finely over her face exposing her facial features; further emphasizing her beauty. It one paid more attention they would notice who she was instantly — Tsubaki Kurogane — the famous Japanese professional singer. While everyone hurried out of the auditorium, Tsubaki remained calm and waiting for the class to empty. Once there was no sign of anyone, she grabbed her books and proceeded to exit the room.

As she walked out the door, she turned to the left facing a list of names with a number next to names. She placed her finger on the laminated paper, showing off her pink colored finger nail, and maneuvered it until she found her name. The paper was ordered alphabetically by surnames, so it didn't take long for her to find her name. "A 2000. That's a perfect score, I didn't get anything wrong?" She sighed, walking away from the wall exiting the facility to the outside world.