"Brick Mojo?" Buttercup gasped… how did she know that name? She shrugged her shoulders; it was probably a name she came across on facebook.
"Buttercup, miss called your name?" Brick whispered, with a gentle nudge. Buttercup managed to get out of her trance and succeeded to answer the teacher only moments later. She had always hated being near the end of the register, it meant that she would have to wait for ages until at last, her name would be finally called out. The teacher began to write the task on the board with the class scribbling down notes. Buttercup looked around the room; she couldn't help but break the silence.
"This is boring," she told Brick, "very boring." Brick nodded, she was right after all. The teacher then turned away from the board and looked around the room, trying to figure out who had interrupted the silence. Not being able to work it out, the teacher gave up and continued the lesson. Buttercup searched in her pocket and pulled out some mint gum. And when no one was looking, she stuffed it into her mouth and began to chew it. After experience, Buttercup had grown to be good at not being noticed when chewing gum in class. It was easy… after all. She was the master of this art and that was for sure.
She glanced around the room. She noticed the poor quality of the art equipment, the paint pots were caked in paint with the desks scarred with graffiti. Was this a place anyone would be able to produce fine art in it? Buttercup shook her head.
"Young lady, please copy down the task and start drawing." the teacher said, with a fixed glare on her. Buttercup stuck her tongue out, she could do what she wanted, when she wanted after all, if it wasn't for people like her, that teacher wouldn't have a job as there would be no one to teach.
"Go outside, now!"
Buttercup scowled and ignored her, she wasn't going to listen to her a teacher who had jack-up trousers and a long white top. Yet again, the teacher told her to go out, and yet again… was ignored. This continued for the next few minutes until the teacher declared themself to be defeated by their own student. Buttercup lay back on her chair and plugged in her ipod, after beating the teacher in an argument and baddies in the past, she could defeat almost anyone and anything.
"Give me your phone and headphones now." the teacher demanded, drawing closer to Buttercup. Buttercup simply shook her head and turned the volume up. All the class sniggered and was now watching the situation. Yet again, Buttercup shook her head, she wasn't planning on giving in. The teacher walked over and reached for the ipod but Buttercup was ready for her and quickly dodged out the way and thought that putting her headphones and ipod away wasn't the worst idea. She blew a bubble with her gum to attract attention.
"Gum out…. NOW!"
This time, Buttercup did not disobey. Instead, she stood up and walked towards the teacher, spat out her gum and wiped it down their back. Various members of the class laughed, including Brick. Buttercup happily walked over to her seat and sat down once more.
"Can we go now?"
Her teacher sent her daggers and ignored her. The school bell rang. The students all stood up and left the classroom in a clump. Buttercup stood beside Brick, they were discussing the lameness of the previous tutor.
Bubbles walked out the room next to Ana Smith, a friend who had told her about the school in the first place. Ana had dyed red hair, with a side fringe to the right and a clip to hold it. Clothing wise, she was wearing a high, purple mini-skirt with pink tights and a tank top.
"It's hard to believe sometimes you're related." Ana laughed, Bubbles couldn't help herself to let a small giggle out. Ana was right after all, they were practically the opposite of each other. Bubbles went back to when at primary school; she was asked if Buttercup was adopted on many occasions. Sadly, she had to tell truth, not able to lie and they were all sure amazed. The two girls walked silently together, briefly looking at the younger years messing around.
The next lesson happened to be French. Buttercup's least favourite subject of all time. This lesson did not have a new seating plan, meaning Bubbles and Buttercup had to fill in the gaps to suit the previous seating plan. Bubbles found a place near the back of the class whereas the less unfortunate Buttercup was told to sit at the front, next to the class dummy.
"Do you know any French what so ever, girls?" The French teacher said sourly. Buttercup shook her head whilst Bubbles nodded. The teacher made an "aha" noise with her mouth and handed them a textbook each.
"I do know French miss actually," Buttercup blurted out, "honest. Well I know, cette leçon suce mon cul. " She smiled sweetly as the teacher looked at her confused.
"What does that mean… um… Bubbles?" She asked, puzzled.
"It's Buttercup miss and it means cetteleçonsucemon cul!"
Seeing as the discussion seemed to be lost now, the teacher moved on with the lesson quickly. She did the register whilst the class completed the starter activity (all but Buttercup anyway). Buttercup lent back on her chair and tried to catch Brick's attention. However, Brick was looking the other way, talking to a blond girl with green eyes. Many students blurted out at random times during the same minute, 'done' and put their pens down. The teacher peered at Buttercup's work, seeing nothing had been written, she decided to pick on her for the first answer.
"What's sport in French, Buttecup? Seeing as nothing seems to be written." they asked, curiously. Buttercup's jaw dropped, did the teacher have enhanced sight or was it the fact that she was sitting in the front row made it obvious that she had not written anything.
"Miss, I store the answers in my head," she snorted, "and the answer is le sport." It was now the teacher's turn to let their jaw drop. How did she know? Had she quickly stolen the answer from the person next to her… she shook her head, it was impossible to have got a right answer from the class dummy. The teacher disliked thinking that students were dummies but when it came to thinking of the truth, she couldn't help but think about this for at least ten seconds at a time. She just nodded her head and moved onto Brick. His question was: "What's maths in French?" Brick looked as if he did not know the answer but he suddenly revealed the answer he had put being…
"Les Maths… miss." The teacher applauded him, seeing as the last lesson before the end of term, she had asked Brick, he had simply said: "Dunno miss, you're the one who knows French around here, not me. You must know the answer already." Then, something suddenly occurred to her. She had two PowerPuff girls in her French class; it was most likely they had used mind reading powers to find the answer out. But obviously, everyone knows that the PowerPuff girls do not have mindreading powers, seeing as they are and had been so close together at a young age, it was not needed. Besides, no one likes a snoop.
Only moments later, Buttercup's phone went off. The 'Black and Yellow' song began to play; many students in class began to sing along to it.
"Whose phone was that?" the teacher asked, glaring at each and every student. Everyone shrugged, they had always played stupid when phones and such went off as they had all agreed with each other to never tell on someone else and then no one would tell and then. This had been agreed three years ago and had never been broken.
"Just continue the darn lesson, miss."
But before she was able to open her mouth, the bell went; it was now officially break time.