Samantha walked down the hallway of her school for what felt like the umpteenth time. She was going to Calculus. A senior class even thought she was a mere sophomore. "Ugh, another day, another calculus lesson." she thought sitting down in her seat.

She looked around for anyone that was in the Marching Band with her. No one. "Oh come on! Why is it now that people decide to break the stereotype?" She opened up her backpack to get out her notes.

"Why did everyone drop this class again?" Then in came the teacher. "Oh yea. That's why."

"Ok class, we have a pop quiz. Put away everything except your pencils." Mr. Sullan said. The meanest, worst teacher of the school. He was nasty to everyone. Sam put her things away and got ready for this pop quiz.

"Great, another one." She looked around at her classmates. Every single one of them was either the typical 'nerd' or "geek". Then there was Sam, the captain of the Color Guard. What is Color Guard you ask? If you asked Sam she would go on and on about how amazing it is and how it is so much better for you then any of the other sports. To her it is a sport. To everyone else its lame. Color Guard is a group of people (usually girls) that dance while spinning/tossing flags, sabers or rifles, while the band is playing and marching around the field. Complicated I know, but that's why Sam loves it. It's challenging; it works every part of your brain.

Anyway, every single marching band member dropped the class because of Mr. Sullan. All he did was make fun of the marching band. That they were useless, stupid and never going anywhere. And that is probably the reason why Sam gets into so much trouble in that class. She can't hold her tongue when it comes to that. She says things she doesn't mean. If it's one thing that Sam can't stand, it's bullies. And that is exactly what Mr. Sullan is. A bully in a math teacher's clothing.

As Mr. Sullan passed out the quizzes, he passed right by Sam. "Not again." She raised her hand. "Um, excuse me, Mr. Sullan. You forgot to give me a quiz." she said quietly. "No, talking! And I didn't forget to give you a quiz, Ms Jonson. I know that you will fail it, and I didn't want to waste paper." he smirked.

"Well excuse me, I thought that teachers were supposed to give each student an equal opportunity." a voice said from the door. Sam looked up to see who it was. Mr. Schuester walked in the class. "I need to borrow Ms. Jonson for a few minutes."

"Take her for the rest of the year." Mr. Sullan mumbled under his breath. Sam got her stuff together and walked out the door to Mr. Schu.

"I wonder what he wants" He was her AP Spanish teacher, but she was doing fine in his class, so that wasn't it. "Hmmm. Hopefully it isn't something life changing." If only Sam knew what Mr. Schuester wanted to ask her.