I'm not very good at the whole "updating" thing, am I?

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Also, Fanfiction isn't letting me log in, so this might be posted significantly later than it was written. Not that that makes a difference, or anything.

Oh well! Time for Music class!

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After our exciting adventure in Science class, most of us made our way to the History classroom for Music class. Most of us, meaning everyone except Luko. We didn't see him until the next day. Kyoya probably got fed up with him and sent him home.

How else would one explain the presence of a certain green haired teen in the classroom whispering angrily at Zeo?

We all sat down, and most of the class took to staring at Kyoya's hair. Something about it being green and gravity-defying. Really, they shouldn't be surprised. Practically every teacher this week had gravity defying hair in some unnatural color.

After a few minutes, Kyoya finally turned and noticed us. He glared at no one in particular, and stormed out through the hallway door. He tried slamming it, for dramatic effect, but the doors at the school are specifically designed to not slam. So Kyoya's attempt came out as more of an awkward stumble and a few kicks at the bottom of the door. He was pridefully limping for a few minutes after that.

Zeo broke the awkward silence following Kyoya's exit with a cough.

"…Uh… Good Morning! Today we are finger painting!"

Everyone stared at Zeo incredulously.

"No, really! I'm serious! Kyoya," Zeo said, gesturing to the door, "says that he needs us to finger paint using blue paint! And I didn't really have anything better planned, so we might as well!"

No one had a problem with this, regardless of how suspicious it sounded. We're just sixth graders. We're not planning on committing any major crimes any time soon, so it shouldn't be a problem that two seasons worth of TV show villains have our fingerprints, right?

Zeo supplied a few gallons or blue paint and a desk-sized piece of paper for each student, courtesy of Jack. Obviously no one had told Zeo not to trust sixth graders with paint. Or anything, really. But as long as we don't commit any major crimes, it's fine.

The class started fairly well. Most people used the paint to make their paper have the least amount of white possible. Others barely did anything. Ankha, being as artistic as always, decided to make this cool design where all the blue dots started on one side and faded to white. I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but she is the neatest person I've ever met. Nothing she ever does makes a mess. So tell me, how the heck does she do finger painting without her hands getting slightest bit dirty?! Seriously, does she use psychic powers to paint, or something?! There isn't ANY paint on her hands! Some things, I'll never understand…

Angelique painted a very nice scene involving flowers and butterflies. And unlike some people, her hands actually had paint on them. That is good.

I, being the exact opposite of neat, painted some sort of explosion. An eternal explosion, mind you. In about three minutes, my hands were completely blue. I even managed to get paint on my nose. I haven't the slightest idea how that happened, though…

My classmates thought the idea was pretty cool, though, so some of the boys started putting war paint on their faces. The idea caught on, and soon everyone had some sort of blue mark on his or her face. Zeo tried frantically to stop the rising chaos, but to no avail. I almost feel bad for him. But if he can deal with Masamune, he should be able to deal with us. I'd mentioned multiple times to Ankha that our classmates are akin to a stampede of Masamunes. I think Zeo can attest to that.

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It's so weird, writing myself as a sixth grader. Darnitiwishiwasbackathisschoolwhydihaftamove

Anywho, next up is Technology! … I think….!