Child Care Class RP

Because it had to be done.

Start placing bets on whose lasts the longest.

When the twins walk into class, they see bags of flour on the desks. No explanation given. Just...bags of flour sitting on the desks. The teacher wasn't in the room. Confused, Anne picks up a bag and tosses it up experimentally, looking thoughtful.

Luka didn't say anything, really. She just waited for someone to explain the flour. She assumed it'd be a flour baby project or something, though.

Sam immediately got to work on making her baby. She had contacted the teacher the first day of school and went through all the projects with her. Literally, all of them. Sam knew everything about all of her assignments. She even had her own hot glue gun, and duct tape with little chibi Hulks on them.

Neya was pulling up recipes on her phone, while Ella was asleep on the desk using the flour as a pillow. She had been the first one in the class, and figured that she simply early.

Anne, after tossing it up a couple more times, chunks the entire bag of flour at Alex. Thankfully, her brother catches it before he gets hit in the head by five pounds of flour. Unfortunately, they start tossing it back and forth, not really knowing what to do with it.

Neya looked up at the twins curiously, scoffed at the waste of oven-use and went back to deciding what to make.
Sam had moved on to using the hot glue gun. She was baller.

Anne was laughing at their little game until the bag ripped open, and she got coated from head to foot in flour. Alex got an 'oh shit' face, because his sister ripped open the next available bag of flour, and angrily dumped it on him as well. This is why we can't have nice classes.

Sam didn't even look over at all the fuss until her baby was dressed and complete, and it was not a pretty expression on her face. In fact, she was horrified. "Hell no." And that is how she ended up putting a fucking blockade up between her and the french.

The twins didn't even notice Sam right then. They were still busy trying to dump more flour on each other. A lot of the other random kids followed their examples, and it was an all-out flour baby massacre.

Neya was now hiding on a cabinet, throwing lumps of flour at anyone who dared come near her.
Ella was still sleeping and was totally covered.

Luka was covered in flour as well, like many of the people in the class, and was chunking unopened bags at anyone in her range. Little assholes.

Sam stood from her barricade and screamed, "LUNATICS." before ducking under cover.

Neya jumped down from her perch and started pouring straight up bags on Ella, while narrowly avoiding flour shots to the head.

"Who started this?" Oh look, there's the teacher. Immediately, the twins start pointing at each other and speaking in rapid-fire French, trying to be heard over one another. The whole babble stopped with both of them shouting, "BUT HE/SHE STARTED IT!" Really smooth, you two. What are you? Five?

Neya brushed the flour off her seat and said, "You could've blamed it on anyone in the entire class, and you chose your twin? God, I'm glad I'm not a twin."

Alex makes a sarcastic noise at that, then glares at his other sister. Anne glares back. Technically speaking, she started it, but Alex started the flour dumping bullshit. Annnnd now they have detention. All of this wouldn't have happened if they didn't go Destructo-twin on an innocent classroom. Wait a minute. Why the fuck is no one else in the class getting in trouble?

That's what Neya was saying, jeez. Sam looked up from her barricade and produced her flour-child, "THIS IS WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING, YOU IMMATURE, CARELESS PEOPLE WHO WILL CERTAINLY KILL THEIR CHILDREN."

"Oh." That, said in unison, was the only comment the duo could come up with. They had absolutely no idea what they had been supposed to do with the flour.

Sam just glared at the two, "WE'RE NOT IN HOME EC, WE'RE IN CHILD CARE. THIS IS NOT PLAY-WITH-FLOUR TIME." When would it have been?

"... but they're just bags of flour." Anne points out, frowning. "... what's the point?" She saw no benefit in caring for a bag of flour that would probably used to make cookies or something once she finished the project.

"... and since you can't take care of a sack of flour, I seriously fear for any kids you have. Please tell me you won't throw those at your brother, too." Luka points out, getting out from under her desk-fort.

"I will not hesitate to call CPS on you." Sam growled, glaring at the little blonde.

"Don't be stupid. Why would I throw a kid?" Anne was perplexed. There was a large gap of sentiment between bags of flour and your own children. She didn't get the point they were trying to make.

"The better question: Why wouldn't you?" Neya leered at the small blonde, before narrowly ducking before a shoe hit her in the back of the head.

Anne chucked a shoe at her older sister, rolling her eyes. "Because I'd be throwing a baby person? I'm pretty sure I could get arrested for that."

"Very good." Neya nodded, now turning back to her phone. Anna, they don't know they're siblings until, like, Japan or something.

My bad. "You say 'very good' as if you assume that I am stupid enough to not know throwing a child is against the law." Anne glares, irritated. "However, America has some stupid rules if throwing bags of flour is against it."

"I did assume that, yes. You're french. I don't know what the hell is going on in France. I mean, Leon taught me the language but nothing else." Neya didn't bother looking up from her phone.
"Neya, stop fighting with her, this is childish." Sam growled, "But she's right on the child thing. YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN ABOUT THE BABY."

"How would I know about this? I am sorry I do not walk into a classroom and quickly place 'bag of flour' with 'baby'. What idiot mistakes an inanimate object with a child?" Ella does, to answer your question, Annie. She did make a good, rational point though, considering they don't do this shit where she's from.