I stretched my tired back as I walked at a seditive pace toward my classroom. I had slept funny and my back was now protesting the mistreatment. The vertabra popping into place as i twisted my shoulders.

I opened the classroom door and raised my eyebrow at the sight of Dib laying in the middle of the floor and Zim and most of the class laughing. It was obvious that something went down, and that since no one had even tried to cover up their laughter, then this happened often. I would have to put a stop to that.

"Dib." I lowered my tone of voice to a point where it was barely recognizable, "Is there a reason why you are on the floor?"

At my inquire Dib stiffened and got to his hands and knees. He looked over his shoulder at me and said in a tired voice, "No, no reason. I just fell."

I reached down and pulled him to his feet, he didn't appear to be in pain. I raised my eyes to the still chorcaling class. "Can anyone tell me what you all did wrong?"

My question shut them up, they looked at me confused. Brittany was the first to answer. "What do you mean, what we did wrong? We didn't do anything wrong."

"Annht! Wrong!" I said loudly, as i walked toward her. I stopped beside her desk and close her in so she would be instictivly threatened. "You laughed. That was your first mistake. You are all not his friends, so you shouldn't have laughed at him. You should have made sure that he was ok." I leaned down more and said in a low voice that i knew that everyone could hear. "Ecspecally since it's obvious that he was tripped. If he had gotten hurt then it would have been my job as a tracher to punish everyone in the class to teach you all a lesson." I pulled back from the suitebly frightened child and walked back toward the front of the room. I turned on my heel and locked my hands behind my back, thrusting my large chest out and said in a low flat voice. "If i see or hear that this has happened again then i will take all of you on a trip to the underground classrooms to meet some of the students. And if there are any repeat offenders then they just might have to transfer down there where more approprite teachers will take care of them."

I sat down at my desk and cast a cold eye over the classroom. Most of my students were looking at me in shock, a few were looking at me in fear, one or two were looking at me in hope and Dib was stareing at me with hero worship.

I began to take roll call.