Before I begin I'd like to tell you all that this Fanfic's characters are based on my friends Grace, Renee, Jason, Mali, Sara and Me; Angel (thats not my real name but whatevs)
Story time!
"Hi Angel! Hi Jason!" Renee called down the hallway to Angel's locker. Angel grinned as she tossed her locker door open. "Hey Renee!"
Jason waved to Angel and Renee as he entered his locker combo.
Grace was at her locker getting her stuff for homeroom.
"Renee what happened to you? You look gorgeus!" Angel exclaimed. She really did; from her black leather boots to her fur coat and short black hair.
"When do I not?" she asked, jokingly.
Angel laughed. "Never. But you ready for the dance today?"
"No." Jason and Renee said at the same time, all three of them laughing.
"Well, gotta go, you two, see ya!" Angel ran down the hall to see Grace reading a book called the Hunger Games.
"I love that book," Angel told Grace, making Grace jump and hit her head on her locker.
"Hi Angel!" she replied, rubbing her head and glaring at her locker.
"Hi Angely Poo!" Mali and Sara said simultaneously, making Reese roll her eyes and Grace pounce on Mali.
"You guys are weird," Angel informed them.
Grace grabbed her stuff as she and Angel headed on to homeroom.
"Hey, ya wanna play Capture the Flag at recess?" Angel asked.
"Yeah! We'll ask the rest later," Grace replied. "Shoot we're dancing today, right? Uuuugggh we suck! Yours is good though."
"No. we are too obsessed with Hamilton, we can't be good," Angel sighed. "You're good though. C'mon let's get to science."
When they arrived at their classroom they were met not by their usual teacher, but by a subsitute who called himself "Mr. Dizznee." He had to be only around 17, he didn't look any older to Grace at least.
"Hello there, you must be Angel and Grace?" He asked, smiling. The girls nodded. "How did you know?" Sara asked from behind, making Angel and Grace jump.
"Ah and you must be Sara? And Mali?"
"HOW DO YOU DO THAT?!" Mali asked, freaking out. Mr. Dizznee laughed. "I... uh... Can you keep a little secret?" He asked. The class leaned in to hear.
"I hacked the registry accounts."
"DUUUDDDE!" The class shrieked. Mr. Dizznee smirked. "Okay time for class! Today we are going to be programming on Python! So! Who here knows how to make a code so that your piece of artificial intelligence can tell an odd number from an even number on Python?"
Angel immediately raised her hand.
"Yes, Angel?" Mr. Dizznee asked.
Just then the class screamed. A swarm of bees had gotten in and was flying around the classroom. Mr. Dizznee ran to his desk and flipped through a bunch of bottles. Elixirs he called them.