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Well done, succinct and to the point of our common humanity... Why am I so different, From everyone I knew? I'm different, as we all are I know that much is true

Well done, the last line summed it all up so neatly... Diversity is what ensures that everything works out just right

All I got is wow, well done and thanks!!!

This was a reminder of an incident I had in high school where one of my teachers had to leave for personal reasons mid-way through my senior year. Up to that point, I was pulling 95 to 98% on all of my tests and quizzes. The replacement teacher had my older sister in one of her classes the year prior, and while I do not know the details as to why, she had it out for me from the moment she took over the class... I put up with it for a month or so, one of my friends was in the same class and let me see his quizzes and tests after they were marked, I was stunned to say the least. I have to think that the fact his father was a member of the school committee, had something to do with his results. I had more correct answers and when the two tests were compared, it was obvious I was being marked down. I forget what or who started it one day in class, but I had enough. Her comments that day were atrocious, I stood up, holding both sets of tests. I calmly told her I was going to the principal's office, she could either come with me or wait until my parents arrived as we were going to get to the bottom of her obvious marking discrepancy... It got pretty ugly at the beginning, but when faced with my irate parents and her obvious dislike of me along with the marking issue, she was forced to regrade my tests and reassigned to a different class... I guess the point I am trying to make, class instructors are there to teach...not to belittle, demean, or otherwise express joy at failing their students. If the teacher is incapable of teaching to a level that allows students to excel, a change needs to be made. Could not agree more with the following... OOOOHHHH...someone has it bad for Tyler, or so it seems... “What about Billy?” Tyler asked as he glanced at the clock on the dashboard. Dylan scoffed and said, “I don’t know, he’s been acting a bit weird lately.” Tyler shrugged and then said, “Well, Devin and I will figure things out.” “Hope so,” Dylan said dejectedly. “All right, see ya around.” Dylan sat there for a few moments, it didn’t seem like he wanted to get out of the car. “Is there something else you want to say?” Dylan blushed and then quickly got out. Tyler shook his head in confusion as Dylan ran to the front door and quickly disappeared inside.

Firing a teacher because he fails his students, fails at his core responsibility, is not being stupid, but an honest assessment of the teacher's skills...

OOOOHHH...so the old man more than likely donated the genetic sample and must have loved to walk on the other side of the street... “He might not be your boyfriend but methinks you want him to be,” Matt said confidently as he held up his hand when Brandon opened his mouth to deny it. “I saw the way you looked at him the other day and just now, I could see it all over your face, you like him.” Brandon stood there for a moment before he replied carefully, “It doesn’t matter if you’re right or not. Tyler is straight and no one says methinks anymore.” “I know the family, if he’s anything like his old man, he likes you back,” Matt informed him with a serious look on his face. Methinks someone might have an unrequited crush on Tyler “I guess, I like brunettes best, with shorter hair, in shape. I think I’m more of an ass and legs man than boobs,” Dylan said slowly as he stared out the window.

Not that we don't see a lot of this today... @Jason Rimbaud, @ReaderPaul, @Paladin I'm enjoying the story and the comments. Please keep both continuing. Especially love the "fact checking" of fiction. I have to go with a theory we saw in a very early Star Trek episode called, "The Trouble With Tribbles". It would certainly explain the multiplication factor...

It was rigged by all the fake news media...all those disenfranchised Disney characters along with a Muppet army are storming the capitol...

Much happened in this chapter, some eerie coincidences to Richter's brother, the (soon to be?) emperor as a younger pup... "The funny part is, it was Alexander who told me." 74258 chuckled lightly, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "I suppose you could call him some kind of 'progressive thinker,' right?" The fox deliberately extended both paws out from the sleeping bag to make air quotes. "He liked to talk about how grand his plans for the future were." 74258's voice softened, and his tone became somewhat distant. "So many reforms, and all sorts of visions, piecing together a beautiful blueprint... No, not a blueprint." The fox gently closed his eyes, his lips curling into a faint smile again. "A dinner table. He always said it was a round table, one where everyone had a seat." And the universal quest for the freedom to choose the life one wants to live...and with a partner of mutual choice...

Not a passive/aggressive moment in here...not!!! Giving the signed copies of my books to Venetia when we arrived had, as predicted, gone down like a lead balloon. So, I was curious when she told all and sundry, in a very artificial voice, how delighted she was that I had brought her signed copies of my books. She might not appreciate my poetry, but she knew how to display her scalps, it seemed. Inevitably, Tania wanted to know if I was working on a new book and I admitted that I was writing but that I didn’t know when, where or how I would manage to publish another collection of poetry. At which Rolf rather pointedly asked me whether there was any money in it, did I make a living from writing poetry? The cheek of it, why do people think that just because I work freelance in the arts, they are entitled to question my income? My initial response would have been ‘and how much do you bloody earn’, but I had enough self-control, just about, to restrain myself and not say that. Instead, I gave a derisive snort and said that the money varied, but before I go any further Vince had extricated himself from conversation with Tania, turned to Rolf and said that I worked hard at my writing and that would Rolf be comfortable if we asked the same question of him? Then Rowena rather sharply and brightly added, perhaps we should have a show and tell to discuss our different incomes and the perils of being freelance. Felicity disguised a laugh as a cough, but the others looked more than somewhat annoyed.

So sad....

Interesting, what about adults or is it only teens and pre-teens with asthma and cancer who survived?

Well, the scene has been set, and the actors had assumed their final positions...Why am I reminded of the following???

Politically it would seem

As always...thanks for this!!

Much to sort out and take charge of, then there is the matter of an heir for Reginald....

New complications, will they impede their escape?

It would seem that there is discontent from a few malcontents, or is it the entire crew that is tired of the Captain?

Not sure how I missed this story but have to say well done. My father and uncles both served during WW2 and my mother's father served in WW1. Rarely, unless alcohol was involved, would any of them talk about their experiences. I found this to be compelling and O so true to life!!

So many great stories...so little time...wait...I'm retired!!!

I think in the next arc, part 3 we will see the following at least once...I strongly suspect that's a box of diamond dust.....

Hopefully Arlo gets some much-needed rest whilst he is slumbering dead....

When will Val and Marina finally come to find out they have lost both of their children due to their supposed child rearing abilities. Do they realize their sons see their parent's duplicitousness? To me, Val and Marina see their offspring as attachments, not fully functional miniature humans... And as noted, the boys will find a way...hopefully it will be drilled into their heads, both big and small, that discretion, is the better part of valor...

Such a sad chapter, I agree with the comments above and the responses. Frank is going to need time to process what has happened to him, and how he is treated/cared for by his family. Speaking of Miss Brittany and Victor, I wonder if both don't deserve each other...