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Chapter 4: Pick the lyrics pt3

Next class was math and it was so lame. As I don't see point in any other class, I don't see it in this either. Okay, I will need counting when I'm going to go in the music shop and I'll try to count all prices of CD's I will want to buy. I understand this.

And percents for shopping sales. Even thought I never really count them. You must know that 50% is half and 25% is half of half and if it's 10% minus it's, well, less than 25% minus and it's not as good as 25%.

But I will never count/edit sets. I mean, will I when I see three pairs of green shoes and for pairs of blue shoes and two pairs of yellow shoes, put them in different groups, because they are different? Of course not! I will buy them and put them in my shoe closet.

And geometry? I will most definitely not need that. I'll sit down at the desk in my free time and draw different shapes of squares and triangles and all that. And then I'll count the corners, so I could see how much is missing till 180°. NOT! I will never do this. If I will draw in my free time, I will draw purses and T-shirts and jeans and names of guys I like and most definitely not different squares or whatever shit of geometry. And I'm not planning on being architect.

I think you see my point.

I stepped in the class and I was, surprisingly, early. Only few students were already there and they were chatting about something funny, as I saw they were laughing. I would love to join their conversation, but I am not allowed to talk, since we are still playing the game. I was thinking what will be my price when I win this game, since I know I will win. I'm just, well, me. And I am awesome in any game.

I sat on the desk and remind quiet making sure I'm not seen, so I don't have to talk –sing actually- to anyone.

A few minutes passed and the class was full along with Eddie. Professor George Kloon stepped in the room and everyone quickly sat in their sits, since he is well known as a stern and disciplined teacher on our school. Nobody objects him, because all know what happens if you do. Usually it's more than detention. There was a rumor once back in the time and it was about expelled student, who might me expelled because he objected to Professor Kloon, but I personally don't believe this story, because he has no right to expel us. Only headmistress has and if she does it must be really big bad thing you made.

''Today we will write unannounced exam.'' he declared. ''Everybody grab a paper and pencil.'' That was the thing I was really scared. And I could see it on Eddie's face as well. The scare I mean.

''I get money, I get paper.'' I sang while Eddie went for other song:

''When you raise your pencil skirt like a veil before my eyes''

''Miss Hathaway. Mr. Castile. Who gave you the right to talk or sing?'' Kloon asked.

''Sing it out.'' we both more sad than singed.

''If you don't shut up both, you're going out of my class!''

''Whatever happened to class.'' That was actually the verse I already sang in class today, but it doesn't matter.

Eddie went for another one: ''Shut up and let me go!'' And I must admit, he was brave to sing this.

''That's it! You are going out!'' he shouted.

''Who let the dogs out?'' I asked/singed and Eddie decided to continue so he went with the ''Woof, woof, woof.''

''Out and you both earned F!'' he said and we made our way out but not before we make sure our dare is finished in this class.

''And if your luck is made when you're born, not earned, that's rotten for you'' This time was Eddie first and he quickly ran out of the class leaving me alone behind.

''You get the best of both worlds.'' And as fast as I could I ran to my room not wanting to be near Kloon anymore.

On the bright side, I don't have to write the exam, I would get F anyway.


I am so sorry, that it was so short, but I have two paper works to do now... so I'm busy.

Another chapter might not be Pick the lyrics anymore.

Song list:
Drake - I get paper
Pulp - Pencil skirt
My chemical romance - Sing
Chicago-Class
The ting things - Shut up and let me go
Baha Men - Who let the dogs out
Palomar - Not earned
Hannah Montana - Best of both worlds