Powerpuff Girls: School is Fun

Author: MangaTrial

Everyone knows we don't own the Powerpuff Girls or the other stories, just own their writing for the cartoon or other categories!

Chapter 13

Oh hey guys! I missed April Fool's Day here... I have been playing a video-game on the computer for so much, I get addicted to it... But anyway let me continue! :D Oh, just a reminder—December 2nd of 2011...

Blossom went to her math class, 5th period. She remembered she is going to take the quiz today. So she packed everything and reviewed her notes when she got there.

"Spiral notebook..." She got her math notebook out and opened to the enxt blank page. "Heading... um... Objective... I will find the circumference of circles from pi, diameter, and radius..." She took her minute to write down those things she reminded herself.

"Shhh," a girl whispered to her, "I am trying to concentrate for the quiz!" She told Blossom. Blossom nodded her head, that's what she was thinking about.

"'Kay," Blossom put her index finger onto her lips as a warning of to be quiet.

The teacher came inside after letting all her students in, "Okay, go look at your bellringer, please?" She pointed to the board. The boeard had math problems numbered from 1 through 5.

The class started to open their notebooks and write the same problem onto their notes and solve them. In less than three minutes, the whole class were done and were ready for the next step.

"Let's do a quick homework check then correct the bellringer," the teacher ordered. The classes finished those steps in time than the thought of the Math teacher to expect.

"Now, let's do a little short term review before the quiz," the math teacher warned one last step for the students. They were all whining and can't wait to take the quiz already.

"We finished in time than I expected, it was supposed to take this class all the way from 1:25 to 1:46! It is now 1:40!"

"Just a little six minute off, Ms. Custard.." a boy told her.

"Well, still beat my record," Ms. Custard crossed her arms and looked at the board. "My other classes were so boring! They were all lazy and wasted half of my time!"

"Yeah, yeah, we are the best!" the boy replied. "We study and practice a lot!"

"No, you don't even know about yourselves yet! You guys are the naughtiest kids ever! Talk to much, and Lolly always fall asleep here!"

"Does that really mean 'naughty'?" everyone whispered to their neighbors.

Blossom sighed, "Ms. Custard, are we going to start the quiz now?" She was excited and can't wait to pass and finish it already.

Ms. Custard gave a thumbs up and got all the quiz papers out. She passed them all onto the students' desks. "Put a heading! Oh, guess what?"

"What?" a boy replied, not putting a heading just now.

"A boy from last period shouted out 'Don't forget to label the metric units!' reminding to the class... and now what? He did NOT even label the metric units himself!" Ms. Custard told the class about the previous period's little story.

"Wow, that kid's dumb," a group of boys shouted out.

"So please label them," Ms. Custard reminded the class.

When everybody went to peace and quiet, Ms. Custard turned on the music she loved. It was not a song, it was very peaceful and at the perfect rate for taking tests and quizzes. Whenever the class takes a quiz, she would always turn up this music,

"NO!" a boy with glasses, Chinese, said, but close to a shout. The people nearby him giggled. The Chinese glasses kid was sick of this music. He was annoying too, and plus he is short. Everyone in the class was just as smart, he was smart too. He has a lot of friends.

"Well..." Ms. Custard looked at him. Then she changed the music to one of the famous music from the 1600-1800s. But she turned to 'Ode to Joy' from Ludwig van Beethoven.

"Now, that is fine," the Chinese boy replied, and resumed to his quiz.

When the class finished the quiz, they worked on the next lesson. When Ms. Custard was making an announcement about the next lesson, she caught sight of a boy—also in Blossom's class—who always distracts other people, talk.

"Go to Ms. Gue's class!" Ms. Custard ordered him, she pointed oustide the door. "Hand her the paper, and who said 'No?'..."

Everybody turned confused. Someone had just said another 'no', not the Chinese guy.

The boy who was being called to Ms. Gue's class, went outside with his math worksheet paper Ms. Custard had passed for the next lesson.

Then another minute or so, the boy came back with nothing in his hands. Ms. Custard looked at him, confused and irritated.

"I did the worksheet," the boy told her.

"Where is the worksheet?" Ms. Custard spread her arms out for confusement.

"I gave it to Ms. Gue as you said..." the boy answered. Everybody laughed.

"You gave it to Ms. Gue?" Ms. Custard sound annoyed.

"I thought you told me to..." the boy was shivering now.

"I told you to—ugh, nevermind. Go get the worksheet back from Ms. Gue's hands now," Ms. Custard ordered another one for him.

The boy left and Ms. Custard collapsed her hand together. Everybody laughed at her appearance.

"You know what? Last period, I sent a girl to Ms. Gue's class—I might know you call her one of the meanest teacher in this middle school—and she told me that she got in trouble for just working her paper over there!" Ms. Custard put her hands together and opened her mouth.

Everybody laughed.

Someone shouted, "I wouldn't want to let you send me to Ms. Gue's class!"

And then someone shouted from the far corner, "I love this classss!"

Somewhere in 5th period class of Bubbles'...

"I wonder what I will buy for Christmas and for my family..." Bubbles muttered to herself. Her 5th period class was Reading. She not really love to read, but she also liked to enjoy books that have a good plot and conclusions.

"Bubbles, will you read us your yesterday's constructed response homework?" her teacher called out on her.

Everybody in the class turned confused. They were also worried too. "That was a constructed response? I thought we just only need to write a paragraph about it..."

Bubbles sighed, "A constructed response is also a paragraph, unless you call it trash when it only has an introduction sentence average." Bubbles took out her homework and began to read from top to bottom.

Everybody listened. "Aww! Her's better than mines! She has a good handwriting and has good skills on writing with details!"

"This shouldn't be hard for you all. You have English class, did you even start to use every step you teacher told you to do? Look at how BUbbles' paragraph went from? Too specific! It's very 7th grade," Bubbles' Reading teacher told the class.

Everybody moaned. Bubbles sighed once more, "There is a lot of better writer with perfect skills here more than me. You just don't want to share and or have never heard of it from him or her yet."

"That's just right!" the teacher clapped her hand. Then the teacher got out a stack of piled papers for the lesson. Everybody frowned and or moaned.

For just the December day, far away from right now. April 12th. Oh, a little reminder, I might add in Dexter if you want? Just tell me if you want... I kinda planned a little show up for him...

But anyway! Doesn't matter! Please R&R! I would appreciate that! :D :