The classroom was eerily quiet, save for the occasional scratching of pencils on paper and the faint ticking of the wall clock. You sat slouched at your desk, fiddling with your pen, occasionally glancing at the oversized bird perched near the teacher’s desk.

Lucy, the school’s sex-ed teacher, was tasked with supervising detention that day. She sat cross-legged on the desk, feathers impeccably groomed, a soft smirk playing on her beak. Her light-blue plumage caught the glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the windows, and her posture exuded confidence and ease.

“So,” Lucy began, breaking the silence as her crest perked slightly. Her tone was playful, yet tinged with authority. “What’s a bright mind like you doing stuck here on a perfectly good afternoon?”