Like my story for FMoS, this is written out of boredom. Unlike my other fic, this is actually about my life. Maybe... HAHHAHA. Enjoy your meal~ And please update! :)


Sophia looked down at her table, where there lay two commerce books- one by the name of ".com" and the other by the name of "new concepts in commerce." She smiled wryly at the surname of one of the authors of "new concepts in commerce"- Malcolm Freak. The book would be extremely useful in helping her study for her commerce test which was coming up later in the week on Thursday.

She looked away, staring at the eerie man standing to the right, his eyes completely focussed upon the books and pages he was holding. Every now and then, he would say "ack-hem" throatily before glancing down and calling out the name of his new victim. Previously, he hadn't seemed that strange a person, but his behaviour recently had really started to get onto her nerves.

Seriously, she didn't know where else to look for a guy who stuck his tongue out at her. More disturbing was his age and also the fact that he was apparently a social science teacher at her school. Once he left to go terrorise the next classroom, she let out her breath and walked out, listening to the sound of Tina Guan's obnoxious laugh trail behind her as she left the room.

She came across the careers advisor as she came out. Like always, she had a fake smile plastered upon her. And like always, Sophia passed her, throwing out a fake "how are you doing?" to her, only to get no response from the old hag. Each and every time she encountered her in the hallways at school, she would always hope that something horrible would happen to the woman.

"Ah!"

Sophia spun around, her eyes lighting up with a sickening amount of exultation at the sound of the hag calling out, as if for help. She saw the lady sprawled out on the floor face down, moaning about some job she needed to do and the general burdens which came with being "old."

A long shadow loomed from behind and she knew at once that Mr Madgwick ha arrived, along with the crate with 3 coffees. "Why hello Sophia, now what's this in front of you?"

"Mr Persaud!"

Sophia turned around to look at Mr Madgwick questioningly and in a moment's hesitation, he came to the conclusion that no, it was a "mrs" and no, this was Ms Swann.

"Oh sorry," said Mr Madgwick. "I never realised for a second that you were a woman, not a man. Forgive me making this small, small error."

Ms Swann lifted herself up (with a great deal of difficulty) before looking up at him angrily and grunting in reply and storming off to her office.

"Women these days."

Mr Madgwick presented me with a coffee and walked off, rolling his eyes and muttering to himself. Sophia looked at his giant, lumbering shadow trailing pathetically behind him and suddenly realised that this man was in fact known for buying coffee from "Café Xpresso" and putting drugs in before giving it to innocent students, no doubt for certain, undisclosed reasons.

She looked down at the coffee hesitantly and contemplated for a bit before heading back to Ms Swann's office and handing her the coffee. At least she wasn't wasting it…

"Ms Swann!"

Ms Swann slowly turned around, her eyes scanning her body before stopping at the coffee she held outwards. Her eyes brightened and she eagerly grabbed it from her, before downing the whole of the drink in merely seconds and then falling back asleep, her whole body going unnaturally back into her office chair.

"Urghh… I always feel so… drowsy now… Don't mind me child, go off and do your own… stuff."

"Yeah, sure Ms Swann…"

"How long do you think I'm going to be like this?" Ms Swann asked.

Sophia looked at her gently before slapping the side of her head, hard.

"Well, as far as I know, you're going to be like this for a looooong time."

She smiled wickedly and walked back to D1 happily, knowing that she had completed her missions… at least, for today.

She opened the door to D1 and saw Mr Yee, a sad old mess lying down on his table… as though if he too had been poisoned by Mr Madgwick's coffee. I followed the trail his arm made to the carpeted floor and saw the coffee. Score!

They wouldn't have to have a regular commerce class anymore! (or at least, for the day) Sophia looked around at her classmates, all chatting furiously away at each other and screaming as though the world was going to end anytime soon. She saw Tina Guan snatching her with the dear, dear picture of Justin Bieber back from Hae Lynn, her cheeks flushing a magnificent scarlet and her whiny, girlish voice protesting.

"Hae Lynn! Give me back my phone. NOW!"

"No… I wanna go see just how obsessed with him you are. Seriously now."

"HAE LYNN!" The windows started to crack.

"TINAAAA!" Another crack appeared on the window.

Sally Lu appeared at the door.

"Guys. STOP. IT."

Her serious tone shut the two of them up.

Tina stuck her tongue out at her obstinately, but muttered as she left. As she went, she slammed the door behind her and unfortunately this was the final straw for the windows as they started cracking even more with the pressure made by Sally's impulsive actions.

Cathy and Jen screamed, hugging and running away from the windows where huge shards of glass were threatening to fall down on them.

Little did Sophia know that Ms Swann's windows were also affected by the horrendous noises coming from D1. The glass from the windows had started cracking and was actually falling down onto her now unconscious body.

Mr Passlow, also known as Social Science Man heard faint cracking noises from the Ms Swann's staffroom and had come to investigate.

Outside of her room, the whole of the commerce class could hear banging noises, ostensibly made by him in his vain attempts to get her to graciously open the door for him.

"Ms Swann?"

There was no reply.

"MS SWANN?"

There was still no reply.

He thought looong and hard before thinking about his deep love for Ms Swann and knew that maybe this time, he would have to take drastic actions… and take on his most popular alter ego…

"Is it a plane? No! Is it a bird? NO! IT's SOCIAL SCIENCE MAN!" cried the year 10 commerce class.

"Doncha worry in there, missy, I'll get you out in a jiffy."

He looked around anxiously and tried to find something, anything…