Takes place in my math class, again, all true, blahblahblah. Happened two weeks ago.

Third hour, otherwise known as Pre-Calculus, and Sam's most hated class. She was good at every other subject except for this one, for some reason the conversion of logarithmic expressions into naturals logs with bases of e confused her, and the rest of the class. Her math teacher, Mrs. Nowell, was very likeable, even funny, it was just the course itself. She looked forward to the day that she was no longer required to take math classes, but unfortunately that was several years away, with her only being a sophomore. She instead began to look over her orchestra music in waiting for the Friday announcements. Announcements were every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, not to mention they were the same exact things even time. She didn't mind though, if it got rid of five minutes of math, why not? It was the week before homecoming and Danny had already asked her to homecoming, overjoyed she had said yes. Tucker was obliviously dateless in a school of over two thousand, and he wasn't in the seat next to her, claiming he needed to be elsewhere, leaving Sam and Danny to endure math alone.

Her math class was less than quiet, people were yelling at each other from across the room. Most of which were sitting directly to her right. The one, also named Sam, was a bass in orchestra with her and constantly pissed off her director, and she couldn't blame Mrs. Wickman (Band director) either. The PA beeped, signaling announcement time.

"SHUT UP!" Her math teacher yelled, silencing everyone immediately.

"Hello Casper High~! This is Reece Shayer and~"

"Dana Smith with your Friday morning announcements!"

"Spanish club will be meeting this Monday to plan our trip to Ford field, permission slips can be found in Senora Fischer's room." The boy, Reece, exclaimed. Sam had to hand it to the guy, he was ecstatic. He was the manager of their school paper and he was also the Marching Band's only Man guard.

"Hey Casper! Do you like grilled cheese? Well come to the grilled cheese club after school today to have some sandwiches and socialize the day away!" Dana Smith had helped her about two years ago with Geometry, she'll never miss that class...

"This is a reminder that Homecoming is next Saturday, tickets will go on sale this Tuesday in the Breiske room."

"Decca will be having a meeting today after school in the library. Did you know that Jay Leno was in Decca? What's Decca you say? Look for the people with the Decca badge to find out!" Dana shouted, her voice carrying throughout the devoid hallway.

"If any of you have FaceBook you all know that the Marching Band received first place in their District competition last Saturday and received a perfect score on Monday. Congratulate them on a job well done!' Reece was more than ecstatic by this point, this was his passion. The microphone was passed to someone else.

"All the single ladies, all the single ladies put your hands up! If you need a date for homecoming the one and only, Tucker Foley is willing to take you~!" Sam and Danny face palmed while the rest of the class erupted into laughter. No one will ever respect him again, much less get a day.

"That's the most interesting announcement I've heard in years." Mrs. Nowell said quietly.

"And this concludes your Friday morning announcements, with scrumptious Reece~!"

"And Dana Smith! Have a great day Casper!"

"Poor Tucker, he just dug himself into a farther hole."

"Hey he did that to himself." Their math teacher stood up, taking her place in front of the dry erase board.

"Who wants to hear something even more strange..." Her teacher whispered. Sam's head snapped up as Nowell moved over to her cabinet and removed something fairly large.

"Oh. My. God."

This is a two parter, with math swears included next time and what my math teacher keeps in her closet. It's creepy...

I'm in a math class with only three other sophomores, the rest are juniors, this is an AP class too, lol~

To you, guy whose name I can remember nor pronounce, for getting in front of a school of 2,279 and asking for a date. I serious need to find out if he did get one...

Yes, we have a grilled cheese club, because apparently we don't pig out enough as is.

Marching Band- We kick butt :D

Decca- What is it? Heck if I know...

And I gave a hint to where I live, can you figure it out? :D

~ForeverHalfa