Hey readers! I'm really sorry I didn't update sooner, but laziness took a toll on me, not to mention my bad grades. My mom made me promise to work harder next quarter, or NO computer! Can you imagine such a terrible thing?

Any way, here it is, chapter 3!

BTW. Disclaimer: I do not own Wasabi blindness, Disney Channel and 'Sonny with a Chance' do.

As the bus pulled up to 'Aristotle Prepetory Academy' (yeah I know, it sounds lame) I rushed to get out of my seat and into the bus bay.

"Whoa, what's the hurry hotshot? Can't wait for math class?" Hayden asked as he and Pynzlee quickly followed after me.

"No." I said, hitting him in the arm "Did you see those three kids in the back of our bus?"

"Oh, you mean the black haired kid, the blond chick, and the weird kid with the acne and the developing goatee?" he replied.

"Uh, yeah. I wanted to get off before they did, so I could see if they were coming to our school." I told him.

Hayden looked toward our bus, and shrugged "Well I didn't see them get off. They probably go to the high school a couple blocks down, and just got on the wrong bus."

"Come on guys, we're gonna be late to our first class." Pynzlee interrupted "I don't know about you but I do not want to be tardy."

Hayden folded his hands and did his best to look saintly "Oh Perfect Pynzlee doesn't want to be late, how sweet."

"Shut up. Who's the one who beat you in a hold-your-breath-underwater contest a week ago?" Pynzlee snapped back defiantly.

Hayden reddened, looking extremely embaressed "Well uh, that's because, I had a...Temporary..Air..Relapse!" he stammered.

Pynzlee scoffed "I don't know what a "Temporary Air Relapse" is." she said putting the words in air quotes "All I know is that I beat you badly, by ten minutes." she said smugly, crossing her arms.

Hayden leaned toward me and whispered "There's no way someone could hold their breath for ten minutes. I'll bet she had a mini air tank or something."

I raised an eyebrow at him "A mini air tank?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, that's it." I said sarcastically. As I turned toward the school's entrance, I bumped into a boy with shiny blond hair. The papers he had been holding, fluttered to the ground.

"Watch it." he said with his head down, trying to gather his scattered papers.

"Sorry, it was a-" I started to say, but as he stood up, I realized who it was.

Austin Archer. The bane of my existence.

"Wow. You're actually apologizing to me for once." he said dryly "Are you really Arabella, or just someone who looks like her?"

"I was going to apologize. Until I found out it was you." I replied, narrowing my eyes.

"Gee thanks alot." he scoffed, papers in hand.

"Well I apologized didn't I?" I shot back at him, as he started to walk away.

"Whatever." he muttered.

"The least you could do is say thanks!" I called after him.

"Ooh he is just so annoying!" I said, turning to Hayden and Pynzlee, who were rubbing their eyes as if they trying to recover from the glare of the sun.

"I don't know, Arabella. The way you guys act around each other, it's like, I don't know. It's like you guys are related or something." remarked Pynzlee.

"Shut up, what do you know anyway?" I grouched.

"I swear his hair gets blonder and shinier every day." Hayden said, continuing to blink repeatedly. "Hey!" he gasped "I bet he uses gel made from the rays of the sun!"

Pynzlee gave him a 'get-real' look "Hayden. That is one of the dumbest theories you have ever come up with! Besides, you can't get hair that miraculously bright by bleaching, or using gel." she stated matter-of-factly.

Before Hayden could give her 'what-for' the sound of the school bell came over the outside PA system.

"Come on, class is starting, and we aren't even in the building yet." I said, as we rushed inside the academy.

*Later, in 3rd period History*

"All right everyone, come inside, in a straight line." my 3rd period teacher, Mrs. Wexler, informed us as we walked into her class.

I sighed as settled down in my seat. So far I had had a math test and been called up to the board to answer a science question I didn't even remember the answer to. Knowing Mrs. Wexler , this class wasn't going to be so peachy-keen either.

"Okay, now before we get started, I'd like you to welcome three new exchange students, this is Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Grover Underwood." she gestured.

I looked up, and groaned. I recognized those three. This was starting to get creepy, it was the same kids who had been on our bus this morning. What were they doing here?

I looked over at Pynzlee, who had her hand raised.

"Mrs. Wexler?" she asked, frowning.

"Yes Ms. Wood, is there a problem?"

"Well," she hesitated "aren't they a little old to be going to middle school?"

Mrs. Wexler got a concerned look on her face "Ms. Wood do you need to have your vision checked again?"

"But I've had my vision checked, like, 10 times this year! I know I have dyslexia, but I thought that just effected the way you read." she complained.

"Well we'll see how you do for the remainder of this class, but if there are any more problems, I'll write you a nurse's pass." My teacher told her, without much sympathy.

"Augh!" Pynzlee vented, falling back into her seat.

Mrs. Wexler turned to the new students "Well you three may go sit in the empty seats in the back row."

As they walked to the back of the room, Mrs. Wexler started writing on the chalkboard "All right, everyone except our new students, please pass up your homework. Quickly now , we haven't got all day."

Next to me, Hayden groaned.

"You forgot to do the homework again didn't you?" I whispered as I pulled out last nights assignment.

"Yeah, and now I'm gonna be in big trouble." he whispered back in a defeated tone.

"Don't talk like that. You'll think of something, you always do." Pynzlee told him.

"Don't encourage him." I said, exasperated. Hayden always came up with the most ridiculous excuses.

Mrs. Wexler noticed Hayden's lack of paper "Mr. Roberts, where is your homework?"

Hayden suddenly smiled "Well, you see Mrs. Wexler, I wanted to do my homework last night. Buuuut..."

Oh here we go again. I looked over at the blond girl named Annabeth. She was staring intensely at Hayden, as if she were trying to figure out a very hard math equation.

"You see, I usually do my homework after dinner, but last night my dad had a craving for Japanese food. So, my mom ordered Japanese take-out. I ordered this Japanese fried shrimp, and some shrimp sauce to go with it. I grabbed the shrimp sauce, and poured it all over every square inch of my shrimp. I bent over my plate, and was about to use my fork to eat a bit of shrimp, when suddenly my dad was walking behind me, and his elbow bumped me hard in the back of the head! He sent my head tumblinginto my plate with a loud 'splat'! As it turns out, it wasn't really shrimp sauce at all, it was Japanese wasabi mustard! My face was coveredwith wasabi, and it burned me, I mean burned! It felt like I had rubbed acid all over my eyes! That wasabi burned my eyes so bad, that everything just went black! Therefore, giving me...Temporary Wasabi Blindness! And since the wasabi impaired my eyesight for the rest of the evening, I couldn't see the paper or the text book."

He looked at the rest of the class "And that was why I couldn't do my homework last night. So..." he said hesitantly "can I do it tonight?"

Mrs. Wexler stared at him for moment, then let out a finalized "No."

Hayden looked shocked "Why not?" he whined.

"Mr. Roberts, you and I both know that your father doesn't live with you, nor have you ever known him." she stated, adjusting her silver rimmed glasses.

"That just proves I'm suffering from Momentary Forgetfulness." he said, in last attempt to convince the teacher that he needed an extra night to complete the assignment.

She looked at him expectantly "Hayden, do you really expect me to believe all the rare diseases, mental problems, and physical disabilities that you claim to have?" she asked.

"Well..." he started

"Don't answer that." she interrupted, while setting the stack of homework on her desk.

"Well you know I do have dyslexia and ADHD right?" Hayden asked.

"Yes , it's on your school medical file." Mrs. Wexler replied as she continued to write on the blackboard.

Hayden looked interested "I have a medical file? Hhmm.." he muttered deviously

"And don't even think about hacking into the school system Mr. Roberts."

"Darn!" he mumbled.

"Now that class started over five minutes ago, let's continue." said the teacher "Can anyone tell me who Aristotle is?"

The blond girl shot her hand up in the air before had even finished her sentence.

Mrs. Wexler looked slightly surprised "Yes Annabeth?"

"Aristotle was a Greek Philosohpher from 384 b.c." she said promptly.

"That's correct." my teacher told the class, nodding approvingly "Aristotle was a student of another Greek philosopher, Plato. He also taught the Greek king of Macedonia, Alexander The Great. Now if you'll please open your text books to page 128, I'd like you to read the paragraphs regarding Aristotle's life and works, and answer the following questions on the blackboard." she sat down at her desk and began to grade the homework.

I opened my book and turned to the required page, and sighed, this was going to one long class period. I just hoped it'd be over soon.

Information on Aristotle gathered from: .org/wiki/Aristotle

So was that funny or what! Well if you didn't think it was, that's okay, me and my sister had a fun time writing it anyway. :-)

R&R people!