"I swear to god if that fucking clock doesn't move ri-"

And as if on cue the single loud bell rang throughout the room. The students spilled out of their classrooms, Mello almost being caught in the drift as he made his way toward the other building. Reaching the destination, he saw the familiar sight of Matt(his best friend), Linda (crazy bitch), and Near(albino bitch), sitting at the art table. He gave an exasperated sigh. This was going to be a long day…

"You idiot! You have to pull it out!"

"Haha, that looks sooo wrong…"

"Would you shut up!"

"Durrrrrrr (A\N)"

Mello had zoned out, slowly coming back into reality hearing the sounds of Linda's bickering, Matt's perverted remarks, and Near's retarded-ness. Trying to forget about the extreme levels of lame that this art project was charting, Mello took a bite out of a chocolate bar and zoned back out…

"Pssk, tampons?"

"What the fuck?" Mello thought and jerked out of imagination land at the remark Matt had just made. "What the hell are you guys talking about??" Mello asked. Linda turned toward Mello, sporting a familiar peeved look that translated to something along the lines of, "What in the name of all things good and great in this world has your idiotic friend been drinking?". After decoding a rather pissey Linda, Mello looked back at the sight of Matt giggling at his own perverted mind. Then, he noticed Near, holding the bundle of yarn by the top thread, and he thought in his own twisted mind, "Wow, this art teacher really IS a sick-o, because if im not mistaken, these bundles of yarn look a lot like-"

"TAMPONS!" Matt shrieked and catapulted the yarn at Linda's face.

"WHAT THE HELL???YOU LITTLE FUCK!!!!!!!" Linda boomed, causing a confused Near to bawl his helpless little eyes out.

"Near! Stop crying! Your gonna get tears all over the tampons!" Matt said to the extra-slow Near.

"For the last time, they are NOT in any way shape or form-"

Mello and his warped mind chuckled at this.

"-tampons!" Linda finished loudly with a pitiful stomp of her feet.

And at that, Linda's luck plummeted when that last comment caught the curious ear of the art teacher…

"Excuse me, , I advise you that you might keep that order of business to yourself, as it is not necessary to inform the entire class of your-"

"No! Its not-but, I- and the- Matt, the yarn-and the Near-with the dumbness- yarn, and-tampons-…" Linda stuttered, her face now red.

Matt and Mello desperately tried to contain the laughter that was swelling inside of them, and after the teacher stalked away they laughed uncontrollably over the metal tables of the art room. Receiving a death glare from Linda, who was practically steaming over with anger and embarrassment, they stretched out the bundles of yarn and started on the stitching project.

"I hate you…" the fiery faced Linda whispered.

"Of course you do…" the two said shaking there heads, continuing the project in sweet, victorious, Linda-Pwning silent.

"DUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

Authors Notes:

Was this good…? I don't know. Anyway, as I said, these are me and my buddies real life adventures. Ok, it's tweaked a little, but still. Blah.

(A/N) Basically, an illiterate sound coming from the one and only Near. Not meant to be taken pervertedly.