Chris walkes to his locker next to Greg. " Caruso hasn't knocked my books outta' my damn hands yet..." he thinks to himself.
"Hey Chris!" Greg greets him as he puts his books in his locker in an anal retenant alphabetical order. "You study for that test today?"
Chris' heart dropped to his stomach as he begins to answer. "...Oh shit." he says.
"I guess that's a no." Greg chuckles. He wonders how high his intelligence is compared to Chris'.
"Ms. Morello is gonna kill me if I fail..." Chris worries.
"She might insult you but, that's about it." Greg comments as they walk into class. Chris just sighs.
...
"Now, everyone clear your desks off and be quiet, the tests are going around...Chris I know your people are used to getting up when the rooster crows to work in the fields, stop yawning." Ms. Morello starts...
Chris Just rolls his eyes, and starts his test. "2x + 14=...."
*Lets skip the bullshit people*
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"Aww Chris, you got a big fat goose egg." Ms. Morello informs him. "Dammit," he thought " My moms gonna knock me into last night."
Luckily, Chris I'm nice enough to let you do a ...extra credit "ass"ssignment...after .Morello says as she stands up and walks slowly towards Chris. He starts backing up...
LOOK FO' CHAPTA' 2 FOR DA' DAMN LEMON.