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"Welcome all strange wonders of the world!" Bryon said to an unfortunate class of Year 9 students. They stared at her in disbelief, her toothy smile seemed to scare them, "I'm the new ICT Teacher after the last had to be admitted to a hospital for severe trauma," she chuckled a bit. They were thirty-two students in her class, at least one of her Year 9 classes. She sat on her table, next to her interactive whiteboard. The students were sitting with a Macbook on their tables.

"I am remember the times when I was a high-schooler," she gazed somewhere at the ceiling with a wry smile, "Jessica Jones threw me in my own locker on the very first day. Good times, very good times," a few girls pulled back from their seats, was this chick serious? Bryon snapped back to reality after mere moment, realizing she was suppose to be a figure to them.

"I'm Ms. Danville and teaching all about Technology on a Year Nine basist," The class was filled with with fourteen year-olds who were still in puberty stages. Bryon wondered if she shouldn't have worn her skirt, even though it was knee-length, "Technology is around us all and it's changing. What I'm going to be teaching you today are the main components of a computer. A computer can be anything from a PC to a calculator but we're focusing mainly on the every day computer," Bryon felt that it was a good introductory, they weren't any sleepers yet and she had picked a student to tell her what they had learned the year before.

"Misha Ali," She called out from her clipboard, "Stand up please and tell me what you learned last year," a light brown-skinned girl stood up with a scarf covering her hair, Misha smiled politely and was about to speak when another girl snorted.

"'Cher, the Paki's new so how would she know?" the chubby but vivacious girl said before going to a girl next to her, "As if her fucking pea brain would let her," The two snickered as Misha slowly sank into her seat, mumbling that she wasn't even Pakistan. Bryon furrowed her eyebrows, "What's your name?" she asked nicely, pointing at the girl with her finger.

"Kelly, 'Cher,"

Bryon smacked her lips, glancing at the floor before looking back at Kelly, "Firstly, It's TEAcher, not 'cher and stop being such a chav or Saturday morning detention is in your way," She gave a triumph smile, she refused bullies. She stood up, walking around to her own computer and typed in some words. A RAM and ROM appeared.

"Can someone tell me the diffrence between these two?"