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20 Seconds and Eating Brains

(Third Person)

17 After 20 seconds have gone by on a test, shout, "This doesn't make any sense! How do people live with this?"

Nice one.

And at a perfect timing also, next class period, is a test time.

Danny walked as fast as he could to the next class he was supposed to go to. On the way he smiled, happy at how this is leading too: Fun.

He walked into the classroom and took his seat, waiting for the bell to ring. Wait the bell to ring, suddenly he just thought of it. He wasn't late, he was usually always late, because of the ghost fights.

That brought up another thought, there hasn't been any lately. What was that? Were they finally giving him a break? Finally letting him have this day without a fight? Getting ready for something big?

Danny shook away the thought that made him shiver. Scaring Danny to death, the bell rung.

"I hope you remember you students had a test right?" The teacher said dryly.

No one spoke or moved.

"I'll take that as a yes," The teacher said in a bored tone. He handed out the test, "There will be no talkin', if I hear one voice they will be in big trouble."

The class gave a quick nod, Danny rolled his eyes. He stared at the test and looked at the clock.

10…12…14…16…18…20…

Danny cleared his throat, "This doesn't make any sense! How do you people live with this!"

The teacher got out of his desk and asked Danny out to the hall.

When the door shut, the whole class burst out laughing. Hearing the faint laughter, Danny smiled.

Good thing the teacher was too busy talking to hear it.

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18 Run down the hallways screaming, "We're going to die! The aliens have come to eat our brains!"

This one was perfect for him, Tucker.

He saw Danny heading to the classroom, when he was going to do the test part. He couldn't wait to see what happened at the end, when the finished the list. He wanted to see what people would do.

Folding his paper for the millionth time in that day he shouldered his backpack and started running down the hallways, catching people's attention.

"We're going to die! The aliens have come to eat our brains!" Tucker screamed, "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! RUN!"

People started to either run, like they did believe him or start laughing as they saw him whip past them.

"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! I REPEAT: WE'RE GOING TO DIE! THE ALIENS HAVE COME TO EAT OUR BRAINS!"

He saw a teacher turning the corner, Tucker stopped screaming and running. Then he acted like he was just walking to his next class. Behind him, people were laughing; the teacher gave them confused looks, but walked away.

When the teacher was out of sight, Tucker did the same routine, "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"

After he was close to his room, he stopped and walked normal till he reached to his destination. He spun around and saw the people giggling; he gave them two thumbs up. And walked into his room, the teacher gave him a look, but Tucker ignored it.

But the teacher called him anyways, "Mr. Foley."

Hesitating, Tucker got up and walked over, "Yes?"

"Were you doing one of your silly pranks?"

"No," Tucker lied.

"But I heard people laughing," The teacher pointed out.

"So?"

"So…"

"Oh, I see where you're going," Tucker said stupidly. "But, no that wasn't me that started the distraction."

"Mm-mmm," The teacher said.

"What?" Tucker asked in disbelief, "Don't you believe your smartest, handsomeness, awesomeness, epicness, and all the wonderful things about me, student?"

"No," The teacher said flatly.

"Hurtful," Tucker said dryly.

"Yes, I know how dreadful," The teacher said annoyed. "Now get back to your seat!"

"Wow, a lot of harsh people," Tucker said as he walked to his desk.

"I heard that!" The teacher called from behind.

"Yeah whatever!"

"I heard that one too!"

"I know I meant to say it out loud!"

"Be quiet!"

"Why are we yelling when we're just about two feet from each other," Tucker said, smiling.

The teacher groaned, rubbing his forehead.

"Just sayin'," Tucker said softly.

"Shut up."

Another day to annoy teachers, but making kids laugh, what could be worse?

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Again, sorry for the delay.

Advice: If you see a cricket and somehow you have a pan, please smack it. (It's a long story, a VERY long story.)