Angie took me to my art class that afternoon. Walking privately with Angie is not a good thing. All she does is talk and talk and talk. There is no way to interrupt her.

We reached to classroom door and walked through. Angie rushed over to sit next to Shelby while I spotted Rod and Will chatting in the corner.

I gracefully lowed myself into a chair between them both.

"So what was your punishment?" Rod asked Will.

Will groaned. "Ten laps, every day for two weeks."

Why are they ignoring me? "COUGH!" They turned towards me. I smiled.

Rod retuned the smile. Light bounced of his face, illuminating the room.

At the front of the classroom Angie and Shelby were giggling uncontrollably. We turned to face them. There eyes widened and they turned back around.

"Oh, hi Kyle." Rod said.

Now they notice me.

"Hello."

Will turned back to Rod. "So how's the fitness regime going Rod?" He asked.

Rod sighed. "Terrible." He said, flopping backwards into his chair. "I can't have any puddings. I have to fill in a report check of every thing I eat each day for the next month. Visit the Nurse once a week for a quick check-up for the next six months and I also have to do ten laps every day for the next two weeks. It's bloody embarrassing."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that Rod." The teacher entered the room, immediately halting the raging racket of the Class. "Well then," The teacher said. "Today we are going to be making our clay pots that are based around fruit & veg."

What the Heck.

"Ah, Mr. Blueman. You're new here. I'm Miss. Douche." Poor woman. "I'll let you be creative and let you design what ever you want, let your initiative shine." She said.

Well that sucks, I'm crap at art.

Everyone stood up to collect some clay. I followed Will. "How the hell am I meant to let my initiative shine?" I asked him.

Will picked up some clay for me. "Kyle, are you gay?" He asked, handing me the clay (Which was ironically shaped like a long floppy dick).

I leaned against a cabinet. "Put me out of my misery. Why?"

"Shelby told me to."

"Now that makes sense."

I sat down and laid out all the clay and picked up the weird scalpel.

"Wait!" Will yelled. I dropped the scalpel. "This is the first part of your test. Don't look at your work. Listen to me and Rod talk, and whatever you make will give us a bit of a clue. Rod!"

Rod turned. "Yes my sweet darling." Angie and Shelby cracked up as they passed.

Will sighed. "Very funny Rod." He said, waving his hair aside. "I need your help. Well your gay right?"

"That's what you told me." Rod said, a smile heading towards both ears.

"You need to talk about how amazing men are and as I'm straight-"

"That's what your shrink keeps telling you to say."

"Shut up now Rod. Anyway, because I'm straight, I'll talk about women."

For gods sake. I see what they're doing. "Seriously?" I ask.

"So that's why Guys are so hot."

"So that's why Girls are so hot."

I had been listening intently the whole time. Not once had I looked at my sculpture.

"Ah" Will said. "Test one is rather clear." Have I messed up the pot? I turn. In front of me is a perfect in every detail… well… I think it's.... Very clear.

"When did I do this?" I asked, gobsmacked.

Rod smirked. "About the time when I was rather graphic."

"And when I was graphic." Will giggled. "You actually made it bigger." They collapsed in laughter.

"Be Quiet back there!" Miss Douche cried.

"You know," I said, staring at the back of (newly dubbed) The Douche. "I will never stop finding that name funny." I turned back to my pot or strange sculpture.

"What fruit and Veg is this?"

"Well." Rod coughed, still recovering from laughter. "It could be a pear mixed with a banana." He tilted his head to the side, examining the magnificent sculpture. "And possibly a couple of raspberries." Will burst out laughing and Rod quickly joined in.

"HAZAH!" I said loudly. "I've quite literally cocked this up." Rod and Will fell silent. They stared above my head. I turned around. The Douche was glaring at me. Fire glowing from her eyes. "I know you're new here Mr. Blueman." She growled. "But at CHERUB we do not tolerate foul language and especially not foul figures. Ten laps every day for the next two weeks!"

Now isn't that funny.