It was becoming increasingly obvious to Eli Goldsworthy, and to the majority of the class of 2012 of Degrassi Community School, that Marisol Lewis did not know how to shut her highly glossed mouth.
She was giving speech in the creative writing class she shared with Eli about her beliefs. Of course, Ms. Dawes did this to stir up conversation in the student body every year, and it had been one of the few things Eli was truly looking forward to about the course. But it was idiots like Marisol that made Eli irritated to no end.
"Okay, I can't take anymore of this." Eli said, rather loudly, stopping Marisol in her tracks.
"Mr. Goldsworthy. Something you'd like to say?" Ms. Dawes asked. Eli's eyes widened a little. Dawes motioned for him to go to the front of the room. "By all means." She said, then curled her arms back into her body, the fingers of her left hand touching her chin.
Eli looked at Marisol, and her visage was priceless, mortification with a dash of fury tossed in for good measure. The black-clad boy walked to the side of the podium and looked up at the darker girl. He looked back at the rest of his classmates for a moment, trying to fit together his words, and then he spoke.
"Don't take this the wrong way, Marisol, but you are quite possibly the dumbest person I have ever met." Marisol gasped, her jaw slack and her eyes showing Eli that she had, in fact, taken his statement the wrong way. Eli sighed.
"Your opinions are approaching ambiguity and those that aren't are borderline offensive. To be honest, I'm not sure how you wound up in this class." Eli told her, shaking his head almost sympathetically. He saw that his classmates were laughing quietly and it encouraged him.
"Isn't it true that we all had to write an essay submission to be a part of this class? The entire year, you've been pulling these hardly creative works surely out of your ass and quite frankly I'm wondering if you didn't pay some freshman to do it for you." Eli said, turning to his classmates for their approval. All of them were snickering. Marisol was the laughing stock of the class, and everyone knew it except for the girl in question. It was really kind of sad, when you thought about it. She had no idea what being a writer meant. She was in the class for the English credit, and it was blatantly obvious. Marisol stood there stunned for another moment.
"Quite frankly, you're an ass." She said, abandoning her prompting cards and storming out of the room. After a minute, one of the girls in the class started clapping and was joined by several of their classmates. Eli stood before the podium and took a theatrical bow. He had just made a fool of the most feared girl in the senior class. He didn't know whether he should be proud or ashamed of himself.
Either way, it had gotten a laugh.