Error's Point of View
This is gonna take forever, goddamn it.
I sat in the top right hand corner of the several rows of conjoined desks with a notepad with multiple notes of coding basics. Everyone seemed to be paying attention to Ms. Spear on the ground, speaking in a clear and concise tone as she had went into both white and black hacking. She had short, blonde hair that only went down to her shoulders and green eyes—emerald green, almost. They matched the light mint green dress she had worn in today, white flats to countr all the green. My eye sockets had drifted to a pair of students who were carrying a conversation with slight laughter and smiles. How can they do that? It's hard enough for me to socialize in general. I went back to taking notes with a shake of my head and a sigh, scribbling important parts of information that I may need for later. Such as variables.
• String - A string variable is a string of alphanumeric characters and allowed symbols that are contained within quotation marks. For example, "Hello world, I'm 102 years old today!" is an example of a string. Strings can also be contained within single quotes, which is useful if you want to have a string with a quotation like this: '"I hate the snow," Laurel said.' Strings are basically used for storing text.
• Number - A number variable couldn't be more straightforward because all number variables store are numbers. You don't store them within quotes like strings. Instead, numbers can just be written as they are. If you want to store the number 9 in a variable, you just write 9.
• Boolean - A boolean variable is one of two things: true or false. This data type is kind of like an on and off switch, so you can ask true or false questions in your code. For example, you might ask "is the video currently playing?" The response you'd get would be a boolean variable. True would mean the video is currently playing and false would mean it is not.
"..hhhh i already know this shit.." I whispered under my breath as Ms. Spear spoke, leaning on my hand as continued to eye other students and eavesdrop on some conversations around me. Some were just talking about normal things—classes, people, and the Anti Monster movement going around—whilst some were slightly confused by some of the basic formations of code. Not surprising. Ms. Spear continued her ramble for a few more minutes as I leaned on my hand, drifting in between listening to her and my own thoughts. Never have I been so bored in my life, just sitting here watching a teacher ramble about concepts I already know. Apparently Ms. Spear had noticed me not paying attention to what they were saying, since she had cleared her throat and shot me a glare. "I expect to be respected, Error." She had called out sternly, crossing her arms across her chest. I chuckled silently and looked back at the teacher, speaking loud enough for them to hear. "I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Spear, but I'm already well educated in the basics of coding—I am basically formed from the very essence of it, unfortunately." There was a small laugh from the other group of students from the use of my pun—basic—which diverted her attention away from me for a split second, then sighing quietly.
"If you think you know the terms and lessons I have yet to teach the rest of the class, then you can just leave." Ms. Spear had walked back to her desk and grabbed a binder with what seemed to be like notes or lessons for everyone else. The room was silent as everyone stared at me and Ms. Spear, all other conversations coming to a stop. "Alright," I started as I crumpledmy notes up into a ball and tossed them in a trash can, walking towards the door, "seeya." And therefore I closed the doors and walked away with smile on my face, sighing in relief that I didn't have to be lectured on what I should or shouldn't do even if I knew what was being taught in the class. Didn't know it was gonna be the basics, rather than the more advanced technological terms and lessons. Whatever, I'll go check out athletics and see what's there.
Ink's Point of View
I entered the room and looked around, seeing countless canvases on the walls and paintings being created from both students and artists known worldwide. It was truly eye candy to me, smiling at all the creativity used for these works of art. Indescribable.. I was tapped on the shoulder by a tall being that seemed both a man and monster who had a thin, grey beard and soft hazel eyes with a smal pair of horns atop his head. He had a paint splattered apron on the protect the white dress shirt he currently was wearing, but he had what seemed to be either goat or horse legs. "I'm guessing you're Ink?" He said in a gruff voice, but with a kind smile on his face. "Yep, I'm Ink Sans. It's nice to meet you Mr. Tess," I replied cheerily, placing my hand out to shake the satyr-like mans hand. He took my hand with his own and shook it with a chuckle, then stepping off to the side with me. "I've heard a few things about you, Ink," he said in a hushed voice towards me, "about you being attacked by the anti-monster movement."
I nodded and sighed, looking away once again in embarrassment and slight anger about the incident. "I was also attacked—quite recently, may I add." Mr. Tess said with a silent hiss as he sat down at his desk, which was adorned with small sculptures and clay figurines that were colorfully painted. I stood there with a questioning look on my face, curious as to what had happened to him. "It's not fun being cut from the sides, really." Mr. Tess said this with a chuckle and a heavy sigh, leaning his elbows on the slightly cluttered desk. How is able to laugh at that..? I can't even stare at myself without feeling guilty or depressed about it. "Yeah . . . But, what all did I miss from the start of your course?" "Oh! We're having a contest for a trip to Anchorage or Mexico—your choice—if you place in first in this course," Mr. Tess said with a grin, "and you can take at least two people there with you."
This brought a grand smile to my face. Alaska or Mexico? Personally I want to go to Alaska and see the northern lights, as well as see all the snow and ice there. Maybe I can– My thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Tess saying something that might have changed the whole contest.
"You have two topics: either Street Art or Shadow Illusions."