A Frog Filled Class
Hi I'm Amanda, the new kid in school. It's my first day at Meridiana High and I don't know anyone, except my literature teacher, Mr. Seidelman, who's my new guardian. That's right, I'm an orphan, have been since I was 12, just over 3 years now. I'm 15 and a half, about 5'8", with short black hair and green eyes, and am very athletic.
It's the first class after lunch, my first class today to be precise, having spent the whole morning discussing my schedule with various teachers and other adults, not exactly what I call fun. Anyway I had biology now, not one of my favorite classes, so I went and sat it the back after Mr. Amato introduced me to the class.
After the class calmed down Mr. Amato announced that today we'd be examining frogs for when we had to dissect them later this week. Once the moans and groans from the students had quieted he told us to find a partner and come grab a frog. I was wondering who to ask to be my partner, because I'm not very sociable especially when I don't know anyone, when a girl with red hair walked up to me, introduces herself as Lori, and says she'll be my partner.
Now I don't know if my biology teacher was having a bad day or was just plain clumsy, because as soon as students started walking towards the front of the class to get their frog, he accidentally knocked the box with all the frogs, over the side of his desk. The top of the box, not having been closed properly, was flung open as it fell to the floor. Now see, the frogs were live, to keep them fresh for later or something, so they started jumping anywhere and everywhere as soon as the top opened. To make things worse my class was full of squeamish girls and immature boys, so you can guess what happened next. That's right, the girls started screaming and running around the class room, arms flailing everywhere, trying to escape the frogs that were landing on them. At the same time some dumb ass decides to start throwing frogs at other people and thus starts a frog war.
Dodging flying frogs and screaming girls, trying not to get hit, which isn't easy, I made my way to the front of the class. Mr. Amato was trying to recover the escaped frogs and put them back into the box, at the same time trying to calm the class down, you can imagine how well that worked. Things only calmed down when Mr. Seidelman walked in, having heard the commotion from his own class, and yelled for every one to exit the classroom, adding that the frogs were to remain in the room.
After everyone left, the boys grumbling something about ruining their fun and the girls complaining that their clothes were ruined, the 3 of us caught the surviving frogs and put them in the box then cleaned up what frog remains we could. At the bell Mr. Seidelman and I left for our classes, me covered with slim and some bruises despite my attempts to dodge, leaving Mr. Amato to his redecorated classroom and the janitors wrath when he found the mess. I hope all my classes aren't like this!