"Edith," says the teacher, tapping her fingers on my desk. "Could you please follow along with the class, dear? We're on page 179 in out red textbooks."
I sigh, pulling the red textbook from my desk and flipping to the correct page. I hate math.
"Now, class," says the teacher, her voice cheery but condescending. "I don't like starting up work on the first day of school, but I want you guys to have a look at some of the information we'll be going over this year. We'll be starting up multiplication - "
The class groans.
"- and maybe learn how to graph."
A man in a suit walks in carrying a briefcase.
"Excuse me, who are you?" asks the teacher impatiently. "I'm in the middle of something with my students."
He opens up his briefcase, not saying a word, and picks out three bouncy-ball looking objects. He throws them on the ground, and runs out, shutting the door behind him. I know all to well what they are from being with Gru. I take a deep breath and close my mouth just before a green gas escapes from the balls.
The class and the teacher, who have not closed their mouths like me, fall to the ground. I run to the closest person, my lungs burning. Their stomachs are still rising, they're alive, just unconscious.
I run out of air, so I take a quick breath. In seconds, I'm falling to the ground and all goes black.