MATTHEWS HOUSE
"They've arrived! I phoned, I paid and now here they are!" Eric Matthew exclaimed, racing into the Matthews kitchen. His mother, Amy, looked up from the potatoes she was peeling to give her husband, Alan, a confused look.
"Don't look at me. I still swear there was a mix up at the hospital," Alan remarked, going back to his newspaper.
"Now for the question I know I'm going to dread the answer to, Eric, what has arrived?" Amy asked cautiously.
"Mystic Marloona's Clairvoyance Capsules!" Eric announced, triumphantly producing a small bottle of pills.
"Eric! You brought mail order pills!" Amy exclaimed, grabbing the bottle and quickly reading over the ingredients. "Never mind, Eric, here you go."
"Great! Now I'll know which girls will say yes even before I ask them!"
Amy shook her head and laughed.
THE NEXT DAY
ENGLISH LIT - 2ND PERIOD
The class was filled with students - well their bodies at least anyway. The twenty or so students were all in various states of consciousness - all leaning towards the sleep state. But three of them were well away in the land of dream fairies.
"And that," Mr Turner was saying, "concludes our study of Hamlet." He looked over the sleeping class - Topanaga Lawrence was sitting on the floor, her head leaning against her seat, eyes closed and snoring loudly, Cory Matthew was leaning way back in his chair, drool sliding down his cheek, and Shawn Hunter had pulled three desks together and was using his book bag as a pillow. "AND THAT ...." Mr Turner said, heading up the aisle, kicking the chair Topanga was using as a pillow, throwing a tissue at Cory's drooling mouth and pulling two of the desks from under Shawn's head, causing his to be immediately standing upright "MEANS TEST ON FRIDAY! One hundred questions on Hamlet, worth fifty percent of your final grade! Anyone with a problem with that can see Miss Lawrence, Mr Hunter or Mr Matthews who seem to know so much about Hamlet they can sleep through my class! Dismissed!"
"But Mr Turner, Friday is only three days away!" Topanga whined, rushing to the front of his class followed by Cory and Shawn, as the other students pushed passed the trio, shooting them dirty looks. "I don't have time to read all of Hamlet by then!"
"Well, that's ok. The test will only be on what I have told you today."
"But..."
"What? Weren't you paying attention?"
"All I remember is sheep," Topanaga groaned.
"Well, that sheep, the really cool one with the motorcycle? He was talking about Hamlet. Go with what he said."
Topanga spun around to face her boyfriend Cory. "Please," she begged him, her long blonde hair a mess, her eyes wide. "This is insane. I'm going to fail. I've never failed. I've never gotten anything less than an A! Do something Cory!"
"Never?" Shawn, Cory and Mr Turner all asked dubiously.
"Well, there was this one time..." Topanga began.
"Ah, Miss Perfect Topanga has a flaw," Shawn skited, getting right in her face. "Miss I've never gotten anything less than an A, did! Ha!"
"Uh, Shawn," Cory said, placing a hand on his friends shoulder.
"No, Cory, I wanna milk this for all it's worth. So Topanga, what was it, a D? An E perhaps?"
"A 'Q'."
"Huh?" Shawn said, taken aback.
"A 'Q'. In 8th grade we had this Science teacher who deciding to give us a test three days after telling us, and we..." Topanga stated, while Cory secretly pointed at Topanga behind her back "drove her so nuts trying to find out what was on the test that she had a mental breakdown and gave everyone 'L's and 'Q's."
A slightly terrified look crossed Mr Turner's face, and then he shook his head in disbelief.
"I got an 'L'" Cory boasted, a grin on his face.
"Way to go bud!" Shawn said, giving him a high five.
"Sure," Mr Turner said sarcastically. "Nice try, you still have a test."
"Oh, no, Mr Turner, it's a true story," Cory told him solemnly. "You've been warned, and we'll have the men in white coats on standby."
"Get outta here," the English Lit teacher said, shaking his head.
CORY'S LOCKER, AFTER 3RD PERIOD
Cory strolled up to his locker, and after entering the combination, pulled the locker door open. A huge black spider fell out and dangled at Cory's feet. Cory let out a very girly scream, followed by "Get it out of here! Help! Someone!"
A very familiar laugh came from across the hall. Spinning on his heels, Cory found Shawn laughing. Cory looked down and found that the killer arachnid was just a rubber toy.
"Nice singing, Matthews," Harley Keiner laughed on his way past.
"Yeah," whined Joey the Rat, "You gonna try out soprano in the school musical? You could be an angel. An Angel with a girly voic..."
"Shut up, Joey!" Harley snapped.
"Hey, he can't try out for soprano, I am," Frankie Stuccino said, getting in Cory's face. "Don't you dare try out for the musical, you hear me?"
"Oh, no, Frankie, wouldn't dream of it," Cory laughed nervously.
"Good!" Frankie traipsed off after the other two thugs.
Cory turned back to his friend, or was that ex-friend. "Shawn Hunter, you are gonna pay for this!"
"They've arrived! I phoned, I paid and now here they are!" Eric Matthew exclaimed, racing into the Matthews kitchen. His mother, Amy, looked up from the potatoes she was peeling to give her husband, Alan, a confused look.
"Don't look at me. I still swear there was a mix up at the hospital," Alan remarked, going back to his newspaper.
"Now for the question I know I'm going to dread the answer to, Eric, what has arrived?" Amy asked cautiously.
"Mystic Marloona's Clairvoyance Capsules!" Eric announced, triumphantly producing a small bottle of pills.
"Eric! You brought mail order pills!" Amy exclaimed, grabbing the bottle and quickly reading over the ingredients. "Never mind, Eric, here you go."
"Great! Now I'll know which girls will say yes even before I ask them!"
Amy shook her head and laughed.
THE NEXT DAY
ENGLISH LIT - 2ND PERIOD
The class was filled with students - well their bodies at least anyway. The twenty or so students were all in various states of consciousness - all leaning towards the sleep state. But three of them were well away in the land of dream fairies.
"And that," Mr Turner was saying, "concludes our study of Hamlet." He looked over the sleeping class - Topanaga Lawrence was sitting on the floor, her head leaning against her seat, eyes closed and snoring loudly, Cory Matthew was leaning way back in his chair, drool sliding down his cheek, and Shawn Hunter had pulled three desks together and was using his book bag as a pillow. "AND THAT ...." Mr Turner said, heading up the aisle, kicking the chair Topanga was using as a pillow, throwing a tissue at Cory's drooling mouth and pulling two of the desks from under Shawn's head, causing his to be immediately standing upright "MEANS TEST ON FRIDAY! One hundred questions on Hamlet, worth fifty percent of your final grade! Anyone with a problem with that can see Miss Lawrence, Mr Hunter or Mr Matthews who seem to know so much about Hamlet they can sleep through my class! Dismissed!"
"But Mr Turner, Friday is only three days away!" Topanga whined, rushing to the front of his class followed by Cory and Shawn, as the other students pushed passed the trio, shooting them dirty looks. "I don't have time to read all of Hamlet by then!"
"Well, that's ok. The test will only be on what I have told you today."
"But..."
"What? Weren't you paying attention?"
"All I remember is sheep," Topanaga groaned.
"Well, that sheep, the really cool one with the motorcycle? He was talking about Hamlet. Go with what he said."
Topanga spun around to face her boyfriend Cory. "Please," she begged him, her long blonde hair a mess, her eyes wide. "This is insane. I'm going to fail. I've never failed. I've never gotten anything less than an A! Do something Cory!"
"Never?" Shawn, Cory and Mr Turner all asked dubiously.
"Well, there was this one time..." Topanga began.
"Ah, Miss Perfect Topanga has a flaw," Shawn skited, getting right in her face. "Miss I've never gotten anything less than an A, did! Ha!"
"Uh, Shawn," Cory said, placing a hand on his friends shoulder.
"No, Cory, I wanna milk this for all it's worth. So Topanga, what was it, a D? An E perhaps?"
"A 'Q'."
"Huh?" Shawn said, taken aback.
"A 'Q'. In 8th grade we had this Science teacher who deciding to give us a test three days after telling us, and we..." Topanga stated, while Cory secretly pointed at Topanga behind her back "drove her so nuts trying to find out what was on the test that she had a mental breakdown and gave everyone 'L's and 'Q's."
A slightly terrified look crossed Mr Turner's face, and then he shook his head in disbelief.
"I got an 'L'" Cory boasted, a grin on his face.
"Way to go bud!" Shawn said, giving him a high five.
"Sure," Mr Turner said sarcastically. "Nice try, you still have a test."
"Oh, no, Mr Turner, it's a true story," Cory told him solemnly. "You've been warned, and we'll have the men in white coats on standby."
"Get outta here," the English Lit teacher said, shaking his head.
CORY'S LOCKER, AFTER 3RD PERIOD
Cory strolled up to his locker, and after entering the combination, pulled the locker door open. A huge black spider fell out and dangled at Cory's feet. Cory let out a very girly scream, followed by "Get it out of here! Help! Someone!"
A very familiar laugh came from across the hall. Spinning on his heels, Cory found Shawn laughing. Cory looked down and found that the killer arachnid was just a rubber toy.
"Nice singing, Matthews," Harley Keiner laughed on his way past.
"Yeah," whined Joey the Rat, "You gonna try out soprano in the school musical? You could be an angel. An Angel with a girly voic..."
"Shut up, Joey!" Harley snapped.
"Hey, he can't try out for soprano, I am," Frankie Stuccino said, getting in Cory's face. "Don't you dare try out for the musical, you hear me?"
"Oh, no, Frankie, wouldn't dream of it," Cory laughed nervously.
"Good!" Frankie traipsed off after the other two thugs.
Cory turned back to his friend, or was that ex-friend. "Shawn Hunter, you are gonna pay for this!"