Day two of Hell. It always seems the first day you can't wait to get to
school, and the second you wish it was summer again. It was second period,
(or 5th if you go by A day B day, which our school does so it would only be
the second period of the day) and Race and I were the only people from our
'group' who was in the class.
I lost track of what the teacher was talking about twenty minutes ago, five minutes into the lecture. Race and I were passing a note back and forth, when the teacher wasn't looking, it went kinda like this.
'Hey Race Is this boring or what?'
'To call this boring would be an insult to boring stuff.'
'What?"
'nvm'
'Dude, what did he just say? Something about banana's?'
'No, man, something about pajamas'
'Wait... This teacher was our age once?'
'That's what he said..."
'LMAO! I think thats inpossable.'
'dude, you spelt impossible wrong, and thats needs a 's'
'Whats with everyone and correcting me all the time?'
'Your stupid.'
'I maybe stupid but I know the different between you're and your.'
Race started to laugh as he read the note. I guess he found it odd that out of all my years in English I actually managed to get at least one thing out of it. That happened to be the 'Your' and 'You're' thing. What can I say, it was 8th grade and we had a hot sub.
So anyway, the teacher saw Race laughing and instantly got after him. "What do you find so funny Mr. Higgins?"
A smirk grew on Race's face, "Nothing sir, please continue."
The teacher glared at Race, then continued yapping his head off. Race looked at me and smiled, then scribbled something onto the paper, quickly handing it over to me as the teacher wrote something onto the board.
'This teacher is Wack!'
'LOL! Maybe he's going out with Pulitzer.'
'Or Medda.'
I was the one laughing out load this time, as the teacher span around and walked right towards us. "Are you passing notes in my class?"
"If we were would we tell you anyway?" Race smirked.
The teacher looked onto my desk where the paper sat, "Is this it?!" he asked, snatching it from under my hand.
"You gave me a paper cut!" I yelled, it hurt what else was I supposed to say?
Race; however, found my comment funny and laughed at me.
I looked at Race and smiled, "You know, paper can be used as a weapon. they should ban it!"
The class roared with laughter. However the teacher became furious, "If I didn't think you would enjoy going to the office, Mr. Ballet!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, my smile fading from my face.
"Well obviously since you always chose to be disruptive and such, you wish to be sent to the office." His hands were behind his back; he looked like some kind of pansy. Hoppin' Pansy, Hoppin' Pansy! Hehe... ahem... sorry about that.
I shrugged, "I never did anything to disrupt this class. All I did was pass a note to Race."
The teacher raised his eyebrow, "His proper name is Anthony."
Race slammed his fist onto the desk, "I'd like to see you prove it!"
"It says in my role book! And don't raise your voice at me!" The teacher, shouted rather.
"I never raised my voice." Race said coolly, leaning back in his chair.
"All four legs on the ground!" The teacher yelled.
"But I have all four legs on the ground..." I commented annoyingly.
At this time the teacher was practically tearing his hair out, "You...Two...In...The...Hall...NOW!!"
We both smiled, "YES SIR!" we said in unison, jumping from our seats and walking out the door. And who should be in the hall across from us? No more then Spot Conlon himself!
"So, Spot, What did you do?"
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A/N: hehe... that was a fun chapter. Er... SHOUT OUTS! Er.. no not this chater
I lost track of what the teacher was talking about twenty minutes ago, five minutes into the lecture. Race and I were passing a note back and forth, when the teacher wasn't looking, it went kinda like this.
'Hey Race Is this boring or what?'
'To call this boring would be an insult to boring stuff.'
'What?"
'nvm'
'Dude, what did he just say? Something about banana's?'
'No, man, something about pajamas'
'Wait... This teacher was our age once?'
'That's what he said..."
'LMAO! I think thats inpossable.'
'dude, you spelt impossible wrong, and thats needs a 's'
'Whats with everyone and correcting me all the time?'
'Your stupid.'
'I maybe stupid but I know the different between you're and your.'
Race started to laugh as he read the note. I guess he found it odd that out of all my years in English I actually managed to get at least one thing out of it. That happened to be the 'Your' and 'You're' thing. What can I say, it was 8th grade and we had a hot sub.
So anyway, the teacher saw Race laughing and instantly got after him. "What do you find so funny Mr. Higgins?"
A smirk grew on Race's face, "Nothing sir, please continue."
The teacher glared at Race, then continued yapping his head off. Race looked at me and smiled, then scribbled something onto the paper, quickly handing it over to me as the teacher wrote something onto the board.
'This teacher is Wack!'
'LOL! Maybe he's going out with Pulitzer.'
'Or Medda.'
I was the one laughing out load this time, as the teacher span around and walked right towards us. "Are you passing notes in my class?"
"If we were would we tell you anyway?" Race smirked.
The teacher looked onto my desk where the paper sat, "Is this it?!" he asked, snatching it from under my hand.
"You gave me a paper cut!" I yelled, it hurt what else was I supposed to say?
Race; however, found my comment funny and laughed at me.
I looked at Race and smiled, "You know, paper can be used as a weapon. they should ban it!"
The class roared with laughter. However the teacher became furious, "If I didn't think you would enjoy going to the office, Mr. Ballet!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, my smile fading from my face.
"Well obviously since you always chose to be disruptive and such, you wish to be sent to the office." His hands were behind his back; he looked like some kind of pansy. Hoppin' Pansy, Hoppin' Pansy! Hehe... ahem... sorry about that.
I shrugged, "I never did anything to disrupt this class. All I did was pass a note to Race."
The teacher raised his eyebrow, "His proper name is Anthony."
Race slammed his fist onto the desk, "I'd like to see you prove it!"
"It says in my role book! And don't raise your voice at me!" The teacher, shouted rather.
"I never raised my voice." Race said coolly, leaning back in his chair.
"All four legs on the ground!" The teacher yelled.
"But I have all four legs on the ground..." I commented annoyingly.
At this time the teacher was practically tearing his hair out, "You...Two...In...The...Hall...NOW!!"
We both smiled, "YES SIR!" we said in unison, jumping from our seats and walking out the door. And who should be in the hall across from us? No more then Spot Conlon himself!
"So, Spot, What did you do?"
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A/N: hehe... that was a fun chapter. Er... SHOUT OUTS! Er.. no not this chater