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and Chickadee are mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine,
mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine,
mine, mine, MINE. Enough mines?
Chapter Fourteen, Class
Every class went smoothly until lunch. Except for the fact that Artemis
took several minutes out of there PE time torturing his coach, which
distracted Laura Jean, and she missed the basket. (In basketball) It wasn't
that he wasn't good at PE, oh no, ever since the Arctic Incident he had
gotten one of 'Those Ridiculous Home Gym Systems' and was really quite
muscular, but he preferred to spend his time plotting and scheming to
running and jumping. As I was saying, at lunch, a blond and blue eyed boy
tripped and hid stewed onions flew onto some kids eyes. Needless to say,
FOODFIGHT!!!"
By the end of lunch, there was not one clean kid in the cafeteria. Artemis
was completely drenched in something and LJ had gross green gunk in there
hair. Everyone got six scores. (A/N in a lot of private schools, a score is
like, ten scores, 8 hours community service, 5 scores an hour detention)
Artemis had never had this much fun in his young life.
Then came art. LJ was a natural, but Artemis was, well, not, to put it
bluntly. His next class was home economics. He was partnered up with Dale
Marlins. An amazing cook, but it just wasn't natural for a boy. LJ was with
Jessica Laurence. Can we say rude? Then, fencing. Artemis smiled, he had
been trained personally by butler, unfortunately, so had LJ. (Not by
butler, though.) The instructor separated the boys and girls, then, after
Artemis had beaten all the boys, and Laura Jean had beaten all the girls,
they were put against each other. Artemis took a deep breath. he didn't
really want to do this.
Bang! Clash! Crash! Cling! Clang! It went on like that for about fifteen
minutes, then, there instructor, Mr. Poltner, had declared it a tie.
*Yes!*
Computer was easy. too easy, all they had done was changed the background a
hundred billion times... There teacher had ended the class with a quote.
(This was pretty funny, considering he looked like a guy in a biker gang.)
".and to see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wildflower and
to hold eternity." then his voice trailed off because there was no one
listening, and he was glad, looking smart was hard, and the previously
written words were starting to come off because he was so nervous. (A/N
don't be idiots. He wrote the words on his palm.)