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She sat in her seat right as the bell rang. She sighed a breath of relief and put her backpack to the side of her desk.

"Nice to see your on time today Miss Pataki. Maybe you can make this a habit."

She rolled her eyes at his response. She really didn't like him as either a teacher or a person.

"I'll try my best to Mr. Ferguson." A touch of the old Helga sarcasim sounded through her reply.

He pulled down his glasses and gave her the "Ferguson stare" to try and intimidate her.

"Oh please! You think you can intimidate me with the "Ferguson stare"? You'll never be able intimidate Helga G. Pataki bucko."

"Am I going to have to send you to the Principals' office again Miss Pataki?"

Growling under her breath Helga decided to just leave it be today and just let the man teach.

"No Mr. Ferguson, I'll be good."

"Good."

He turned and walked towards his desk to grab the class role.

"Idiot."

As he started to take role Helga drifted off in her own little world. With a blank piece of notebook just sitting there on her desk she couldn't help but to start writing some poetry.

"Helga Pataki."He called.

Being lost in her own world Helga didn't answer.

"Helga Pataki."

By the second time he called her he just stared at her with the "Ferguson stare." Noticing the old too familiar stare a boy in class decided to nudge Helga to try and get her attention.

"Psst." The boy whispered as he lightly nudged Helga's leg.

'Who the heck is touching my leg!?'

"Psst."

Before the boy could nudge her leg again she curled up her fists and growled. She turned around in her seat and just glared at the boy.

"Touch my leg again and your face will ...."

Before she could fully threaten the boy she heard an odd rhaspy sound behind her. It couldn't be brainy, he wasn't even in that class. Turning around Helga soon noticed her teacher Mr. Ferguson standing right in front of her desk with his large wrinkled hand plastered on her desk.

'Oh shoot!'

"Well hey there Mr. Ferguson, nice tie you have there so soft and..."

Helga quickly let go of her teacher's tie as he glared at her.

"I don't like it when my class is interrupted."

"Yeah well I don't like it when some random guy touches my leg."

Not wanting to receive the old too familiar stare the boy turned his head and tried to hide his face with his hand.

"Both of you, Principals' office now!"

Helga grumbled as she grabbed her backpack and the piece of notebook paper from her desk.

'Idiot. You knew I was here but you called my name anyway?'

Before walking out Helga faced the boy who had touched her leg, pointed to his face than to the paper as she crumpled it and threw it in the trash. The boy gulped.

"What was that Pataki?"

"Your tie is stupid."

"Excuse me?"

"The boy said I was stupid."

Automatically the boy's hands flew up motioning his innocence. Not wanting to have any more of his class disrupted the teacher just motioned the two teens to leave.

Being used to being sent to the principal's office by Mr. Ferguson Helga just walked her normal route to the principal's office.

"Ha, nice save back there."He nervously chirped.

"Don't talk to me."

"Ha, OK." He said as he grimanced and let Helga walk ahead without him so he wouldn't get his face rearranged.