Inspiration? My World History Class today, felt like spreading this cause I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.

No, none of the names are the same, and I don't own DP either.

Mr. Walega slapped his hands on the desks.

"I expect you all to review for your World History Test that shall take place on Tuesday, the review game will take place on Monday. Stay in your seats until the bell rings." No more than a second later did the bell ring. Sam, Tucker, and Danny bursted out the door, thankful it was Friday.

"It's Friday!" Danny shouted with glee.

"Gotta get down on-"

"Shut up Tucker!" Sam yelled, punching him in the arm.

"You know she hates that song, Tuck."

"Which makes it all the more fun to torture her with it."

"Subject change, how do I play Walega's review game?" Danny laughed.

"It's simple Sam, he starts a category, mention anything school appropriate that comes to mind, and you don't have to answer a question in front of the entire class."

"How hard is it?"

"For you? Probably not very hard." Danny yawned, "You should be fine."

"That's what you say about a lot of things." Danny shrugged, Tucker began to run.

"I'll see you guys later! My mom is making meatloaf today and I want to get it right out of the oven." Sam shook her head, resting her hand on the doorknob to her house.

"We on for patrol tonight?"

"As always."

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"I hope you've studied for the review, okay Delaney, we're starting with you."

"Can I have a category?"

"We've just started, four questions and then you get a category." Sam sighed, this was going to be a long hour, she pulled out one of her notebooks and began to sketch.

"Ian, pick your category." The boy scratched his chin, gasping in excitement.

"Things that could be considered as weapons!" Walega tilted his head, nodding after a few seconds.

"Awesome, hammer!"

"Pencil."

"Torpedo."

"Saran wrap!"

"Really, you kids consider Saran Wrap a weapon?"

"You could choke someone with it!" The girl screeched.

"Samantha." Sam looked down at her picture.

"0.52 caliber machine gun."

"My fist." Danny replied, smiling at himself.

"Shuriken!" Tucker yelled.

"Rat poison!"

"A carrot!"

"A carrot?"

"You could stab someone's eye out."

"Fine, continue."

"Ninja sword."

"Ninja star."

"NINJA BLADE."

"A pot"

"Erin." The girl looked up, her blond hair drooping over her face, obviously displeased that she had to be called on.

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm writing."

"For another class?"

"No, I'm writing down what everybody says so I can make it into my own story, by the way I take catapult."

"Okay...moving on..."

"A book, with a nail in it."

"A banana, with a nail in it."

"Justin Bieber."

"How?"

"His voice causes me great distress."

"Alright..."

"My shoe, with a nail in it."

"A nuke."

"A nuke with a nail in it."

"Okay, no more nails!"

"A nuke with a screw in it."

"NO MORE!" Walega slammed his fists on the table.

"Study by yourselves! I can't take this!" Walega abruptly left the room, shaking his head in frustration.

"BEST CATEGORY EVER!" Tucker squealed.

"Beats the same categories over and over," Danny said, "and I was actually awake the entire time!"

"Yeah, even I'm surprised, usually you guys are out five minutes in."

"Not on review today."

"But now I am." Danny layed his head on the table, "One of the best things about this class is that he never catches you sleeping, night." Sam returned to sketching, this is going to be a long semester.

Yes, I was writing everything down as it was happening and this is pretty much how it went, replies and everything. I swear my WH teacher just gives us questionable stares rather than slamming his/her hands on her desk, and no, she didn't leave the room, today anyways...

I said 0.52 caliber machine gun and catapult in case you were wondering.

And yes, two people are constantly falling asleep next to me every day, are they ever caught?

No, not really.

May add more if more interesting things ensue, in any of my classes...

But WH is where the funny is.

And Band. :D

~ForeverHalfa