Disclaimer: I don't own Joan. I do, however, own some of the characters in this.
Authors Note: When you get bored after finals, this happens. It's pointless, but kind of fun.
"You're going to fall off that stool."
"I am not going to fall of the stool. Why do you think I am?"
"You're your mothers daughter..."
"Hey! Are you calling my mom stupid?"
"Dude, dad's told me stories about aunt Joan getting stuck in the washing machine."
"So? I've never gotten my foot stuck in a washing machine."
"Remember the blender at Hanukkah two years ago Rove?"
"Shut up Girardi." A pointer slammed down on the desk in front of the two girls.
"Miss Girardi, Miss Rove, continue this conversation after class and turn your attention back to chemistry," Ms. Lischak said. One of the girls rolled her eyes.
"I can't believe she taught our parents."
"Me either," the girl with the darker hair said, leaning back a little and falling off the stool. The shorter smirked.
"I told you."