The next day, I was jittery all the way through my classes. Most of the teachers were still allowed to teach us, but some of their content had been... altered.
Professor Brynhild slammed her book shut. “Right, that’s it for today. Ingrid, hand out the homework.”
“Yes, Professor.” The girl in the front of the class stood up, but she was halted by the Class Leader.
“No homework,” Raven Peterson instructed.
“Young man, this is the finest Afterlife institute,” Brynhil tutted. She rose from her desk, towering over him. “For the many years I’ve taught here, students have been required to complete homework and for as long as I’m here, they will.”
“But, Commander Folk—”
“If he has a problem with the way I conduct my class, he can take it up with me.” She dismissed him with a wave and turned
