I have currently ran away from my muse, Suki. She will not leave me alone about 'her' fanfic that she is 'in'. Therefore, I am denying her access to that story in doing her job of a muse. No doubt, she will have some spell placed on me if she finds out. In any case, enjoy my short break from Suki.

Groans followed the bald man's statement.

"I can't believe Lancer is still doing this. We do this every year."

"Yeah, Mister Lancer. Can't we just skip it this once?"

"Everyone already knows each other, why ask questions we already know the answers to?"

"Quiet! We do have a new student with us so that can hardly be true. This assignment is to let you look at the good points everyone has. It's not going to be another waif of ridiculous nonsense. 'My partner's name is John Jo Hardy. He likes the color red. He is a blonde. John likes comedy. He likes nature.' A second grader could write that and you bunch are no second graders."

"Lancer," came a collective whine.

But his mind was made up and a teacher's mind was a difficult thing to make down.

Awkward silence filled the room.

"Talk to each other," the bald man said dryly from his desk. "It won't kill you to start."

The girl sighed. "All right. I'm Samantha Mason, average goth girl. I don't eat meat and wish people would take better care of the world. I'm open to any who are open and not closed. And like any other teen, I would rather spend time with friends than my parents."

I blink, looking down to my notebook, biting my lower lip.

"Petunia Turner," I finally told her. "I'm both shy and a people person. I'm indecisive but am stubborn on my beliefs. I've got two different personalities, the one hidden by the other. I accept everything as it is but also accept that change can occur."

Samantha blinked at my own introduction. I merely sighed at the unfortunate girl I had been partnered to. I have always been complicated since young but most people couldn't accept such a thing, giving up on trying simplifying what could not be.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

"Hey! You're Sam's partner! How about going out with 'Good Luck Tuck'? The ladies love me."

I turn at the question, wondering if the question held any meaning or if it was all for a material pride.

The said boy was smacked alongside the head by Samantha, while the other boy next to him chuckled. My gaze strayed; following the downward swoosh of his black hair, startled at the bright blue eyes.

"Isn't that just 'Bad Luck Tuck' changed Tucker?"

"No!" Followed the other boy's question.

The bright blue eyes turned to me and I dropped my gaze to the floor.

"Sorry about Tucker." Another chuckle followed. "He's like that. I'm Danny."

I shrugged and shifted my feet slightly. "I don't mind."

I looked over to Samantha, whom was eyeing me intently. She didn't seem too pleased at me being around her friends. Which confused me. It was a different sort of protectiveness over her friends than I had seen any my age have.

"See?!" Tucker said excitedly. "She doesn't mind! Would you go out with me?"

His eager eyes met mine and I nearly flinched at the eye contact, looking away from them. His hat gathered my attention and I stared at the object. Temptation arose to see how it looked on my own head but I batted it away, sliding a glance back to Danny.

"Tuckerrr!" The unison voices groaned out in annoyance.

"What?" The boy replied. "I'm entitled to ask."

I watched the routine being played before me, growing aware of the trio's closeness. How wonderful it was. The playful banter was amusing to me but also made my chest clench.

"So, how do you like our school so far?"

Startled at the sudden question, I brought my gaze back up to find Danny smiling pleasantly at me. The other two were in a bickering argument over…meat consumption? How did that occur?

I shrugged at Danny, biting my lower lip.

He shivered suddenly.

"Guys," he said sharply.

Both stopped the argument abruptly.

"Already?" Tucker asked. "You would think that—"

"—That Danny wouldn't be so forgetful," Samantha finished. "Come on, Danny. We'll go with so you don't forget your jacket again."

Fishy, I thought as Samantha pulled Danny away in a hurry and Tucker scurried behind them. All for forgetting a jacket? I doubt that. Danny didn't have a jacket in the classroom, so wouldn't it just be in the locker right behind him?

"I AM THE BOX GHOST! BEWARE!"

Screams echoed down the hallway as I turned to witness a first.

A ghost tossing boxes to the left side, right side, and center of the school hallway.

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