"All right, now listen up, you little brats. I'm your teacher. Ms. Blaineley. Can you say that? BLAINELEY." the irritated blonde woman said to her class of seven year olds. She wrote it in large letters on the board.
"We're not two, lady." a black-haired boy with a skull on his shirt replied. He winked at the brunette girl beside him, who promptly shoved him into another boy's lap. "We're seven."
A small blonde girl sat in the back of the class. "Excuse me, Miss Blankey, but I'm six. I'll be seven next week."
The entire class erupted into laughter as the girl blushed, trying to hide her face in the blue folds of her dress.
"What's your name, honey?" the teacher asked. Her red glasses slipped down her nose a little.
"B-B-Bridgette." the little girl replied. Her eyes wide with terror, the light reflected off of the hazel orbs, creating small white spots.
"Well, Bridgette, you get your name on the board."
"Like yours?" Bridgette asked in admiration.
"No. In RED chalk, because you were bad." Blaineley said. The little girl's eyes widened again and started to turn glossy. The entire class was watching.
"B…bu…I'm sorry! PLEASE don't put my name on the board, please!"
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"Talk about drama queen." the black-haired boy, Duncan, said to the blonde boy next to him.
"Tell me about it." his newlyfound friend answered back with a slight lisp. Duncan noted that his two top teeth were missing.
"What's your name?" Duncan asked.
"Geoff. What's your name, uh…dude?" Geoff replied. Man, I hope I'm cool this year.
"Duncan." Duncan replied. His teal eyes lit up as he pounded Geoff's small fist with his own.
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A little girl with black hair sat in a beanbag drawing with a blue crayon in a notebook. A boy leaned over towards her, a vibrant number nine on his shirt.
"What?" the girl asked. She scooted away and continued to draw.
"That's a really pretty flower." she heard, and jumped.
"You scared me! Go away!" she accused. The boy's green eyes suddenly lost their light.
"I'm sorry. I'm Trent, by the way, if you care."
The girl instantly felt horrible as he scooted away. "Wait…Trent." she heard herself saying. "I'm Gwen."
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"I like pi." A auburn-haired boy with enormous glasses randomly said to the girl next to him. She turned around, and his mouth dropped open.
"I like pie too, it's real good, huh?" she replied.
"Not pie. PI. "
"Now excuse me, but ain't those the exact same thing?" the girl replied, shushing him and turning towards the teacher again.
The boy sighed. "I'm Harold." he whispered. She turned around.
"I'm Leshawna. And also, LeSHUTUP. I'm tryin' to hear the teacher. She's givin' some poor girl a hard time."
Harold's mouth dropped again. "You said a bad word!" he screamed out. The teacher looked over.
"Nuh uh I didn't!" Leshawna protested.
"Yeah you did!"
"Nuh uh!"
Blaineley leaned down. "What word did she say, Harold?"
"The S word."