Stokely walked into her first period class while the teacher was introducing a new student. Stokely scrunched her nose at the new girl who wore nothing but black, which was in direct contrast to her shiny gold hair.
"Everyone, I would like you to meet your new classmate: Mary Beth Hutchison. Please make her feel welcome." The girl rolled her eyes at the teacher as Stokely took her seat.
Mary Beth then made her way to an empty desk, which just happened to be right next to the cheerleading captain.
Stokely turned to the girl when she sat down. Maybe I can talk some sense into this girl before she gets in with the wrong crowd, Stokely thought. "Hi! I'm Stokely, head of the cheerleading squad," she said happily.
Mary Beth looked the cheerleader up and down, making faces of disgust. "Fuck off," she said quite bluntly.
"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today!" Stokely said, as if the insult hadn't hurt her at all. Mary Beth didn't answer but just gave Stokely the finger and then continued to ignore her.
So much for that attempt, Stokely thought as she looked to the head of the room.
Just before the teacher was about to start class, someone knocked on the door. The teacher went over and opened the door and a lonely-looking student with a camera walked in.
"Mr. Tate?" the photographer asked politely. "I was wondering if I could take a picture of the class for the school newspaper." Mr. Tate smiled at the student.
"Of course, Stan, go right ahead."
A few snickers and laughs came from some kids in the class, but Stan decided to ignore them. He aimed his camera and clicked once – twice. "Thanks!" he said enthusiastically as he walked out of the classroom.
"What a dork," Stokely commented, then went back to the fashion magazine she was reading.
"Ok class, settle down. Your homework for last night was to read chapter 34 and answer the questions at the end of the chapter. Please be so kind as to pass your homework forward. If over 75% of the class actually did their homework, we'll do a fun class activity. If not, we'll have a class discussion," Mr. Tate announced.
There was a rustling of papers and a few curses from random students as the class passed in their papers, looking hopefully at Mr. Tate. The teacher counted the number of papers he received. "Well it seems like we barely slipped in. There's 76% of the class's homework here. That's a new record; give yourselves a hand," he said, clapping sarcastically.
When a few half-hearted claps sounded, Mr. Tate stopped, cleared his throat, then began. "Ok, now I want you to break into groups of four. Two guys, two girls. Please only one cheerleader and one football player to a group." When groans interrupted him, he said, "I know, but it's crucial to the project. Now, once you break up into your groups, you will each receive a handout detailing what you will be participating in. Before we split up, can anyone briefly explain what you read last night? Just to make sure everyone's on the same wavelength. How about you, Stokely?"
"Wow, Mr. Tate, this is such an honor. I can't believe you chose me of all people!" Stokely gushed, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Stokely, please just give us the answer."
"Of course! Last night's reading was on…voila! Versace!"
"Um…no, that's not the answer I was looking for. Anyone else wish to take a stab at it? How about Kandi? Or should I just avoid the cheerleaders altogether?"
"Please do," Kandi said, making a bubble with her pink gum and twirling a piece of hair around her finger. She grabbed Stokely's magazine and began to read it as Mr. Tate shook his head. Just then a hand shot up.
"Uh, sir? Last night we read about the Nazis and Hitler," a dark-haired boy said, pushing some bangs out of his face.
"Thank you, Zeke. I'm glad to know that some people remember what they read and answered for homework. So, using that information, what do you think the activity will be? Stokely? Think you can get this one?"
"Well, Mr. Tate and fellow classmates, using my deductive abilities and pure, deranged dementia, I have concluded that the activity will be about one or more of the following:
World War Two The conquest of Europe and/or The Holocaust."Stokely finished her speech standing on her desk, pacing, and stabbing her finger in the air for emphasis.
"Thank you, Ms. Mitchell. You seem to have actually gotten something out of this class." Stokely grinned and Mr. Tate continued. "Now, break up into your groups and please NO PUSHING THIS TIME!"
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A/N: Damn that was a short chapter! Well I hope you liked it nonetheless. Next chapter: LUNCH! Lol. Ri and I will try to get the next one out longer and as soon as possible. Please feel free to give us ideas on how the story should go. Who should be the "queen bee" of this attack? Well review and give us feedback, we truly appreciate it! We love you all! ^.~
-Lindi, co-author