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146-malevolence-Heroes Still Have to Pass History-spiceblueeyes-BtVS
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Xander is nervous about his history test.
Disclaimer: Mine! Mine! Mwuhahahahah! Or, you know...not.
Word Count: 535
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompt: 146-malevolence
Xander tapped his pencil nervously against the desk. It was final exam time, 8:15am and his history teacher was passing out those lovely packets of paper that would determine whether or not the students were idiots. He was ready, he was psyched, he was…
completely and utterly screwed.
There was no way he was passing this test. He’d been out demon fighting almost every night this month, leaving him tired in class the next morning, and no time to study after school since that was when the Scooby meetings took place. Though, being honest, it’s not like he would have studied anyway. Actually, to be even more honest, he probably could have found time to study, or do a few homework assignments if he was a super nerd, and he meant that in the most loving way possible, like Willow.
Willow, his best friend, who had sacrificed her beauty sleep last night to help him cram for this test. Filling him full of demonic, no nemionic, no, oh yeah, mnemonic devices. And he had a great little rhyme to remember Columbus. In 1992, Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Wait, that couldn’t be right? Crap. Willow had spent hours last night drilling these little facts into his head, and he kept waiting for the big cartoon light bulb to appear over his head. Sadly, it never did. Stupid nonexistent light bulb.
Well, if he was lucky, maybe his teacher would pass him just because he was too annoying to have in class another year. He was usually the one who could be counted on to make some inappropriate joke at the worst possible time. Not that he did it on purpose; he was just cursed with really bad timing, or really good timing for the worst times. Plus, most teachers didn’t really get his self-depreciating, and often irreverent humor, probably because it was them he was making fun of at least 25% of the time. Xander was pretty sure teachers weren’t supposed to just pass students even if they technically failed, but working at Sunnydale High, directly over a Hellmouth, gave one a certain…moral ambiguity about the little things. Little things like whether Xander Harris passed 10th grade history and could therefore no longer bother them every single day.
Students all over the world swore every day that teachers were evil, but after being in crazy praying mantis lady’s class, and evil demon egg guy’s class, and having Snyder as a principal, Xander knew that there was no real malevolence in the giant red “F” written on the top of a paper. It wasn’t personal.
Nope, not personal. Xander took his copy of the test from the stack and wrote his name at the top. When in doubt, write your name, cause then at least you’ll know you got that right, and it buys you an extra few seconds before you have to look at all the wonderful questions you don’t know the answer to. At least this test was multiple choice. Xander read the first question.
Who won World War II?
A) The Allied Powers
B) Scooby Doo
C) Chuck Norris
D) Godzilla
Xander gaped at the page, oh yes! 11th grade here I come!
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