The warm, bright sun had risen on a Wednesday morning. The sunlight shine through everyone's window to tell them that a new day had just begun. Ozzy had got out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. About a half hour later, she said goodbye to her parents and left her house, then got on the bus outside.

Meanwhile, 2-D was still fast asleep. He didn't have an alarm clock or any annoying siblings to wake him from his slumber, but he had then finally noticed how late he was. "What! Holy sh-". He didn't have time to finish his sentence since he was in such a hurry to get ready. Before he got to the bottom of the stairs, he almost tripped and fell on his face. The poor boy was in such a rush that he forgot to have breakfast, not to mention that he had two different pairs of socks on. He burst out the door and fled like crazy to get there in time.

"You're late, Stuart."

"I told you, that's not muh name. An' it's not my fault, I don't have a friggin' alarm clock" 2-D muttered.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" the teacher asked.


"Oh, like you haven't 'eard that before," he replied. Before the teacher could say anything else, he took a seat in his assigned spot. He had heard some muffled laughs as he sat down, but he tended to ignore that.

Ozzy was just doodling, like usual, because that's her most favourite past time. She leaned over to 2-D and said to him, "Don't worry, this teacher's a real turd. I mean, a big, fat, piece of crap turd." 2-D got a grin on his face from that comment. The teacher pointed her meter stick at the board and announced, "You will all have a math test on algebraic equations and such this Friday. I will give you exactly ten minutes to study today, but for the rest of this day and tomorrow you have to use your free time. If you need any help, I will allow you to work with a partner to study. Now get started or I'll fail you all on the spot." Everyone mumbled curses and groaned in agony.

Although it wasn't very enjoyable, the students knew what they had to do. They all worked very rigorously for the amount of time they had. Half of them, though, were talking instead of studying, which made the teacher snap at them. Ten minutes later, the students had put their books away since the time was up. Except for 2-D, who was still studying very hard so he could get a good impression for his first test.

"Excuse me, you, whatever your real name is, please put your math textbook in your desk, please," the teacher asked.

"Yeah, yeah, inn'a minute," he murmured.

"NOW," she demanded.

He would get an even better impression if he were to listen to the teacher, so he did so. The day had progressed very quickly, as a matter of fact, and it was lunchtime before anyone knew it. They had a very cheap school, unfortunately, so they had their lunches in the classroom. Ozzy was sitting in her desk, with a group of students chairs beside her. She noticed that 2-D was sitting all alone, so she called out, "Hey, 2-D you can sit over here if you want." He looked up from his desk, and was about to accept his invitation by going over there, but before he could a student had said, "What're you doing? Don't let him sit over here, he's gay." She quickly retorted by saying, "How the crap would you know? You've never even talked to him. Jeez, you guys are the idiots." He decided not to sit over there. If only Russel or Murdoc were 'ere, he thought to himself, but they're not. I hate this friggin' school.

After lunchtime had ended, it was the time that many children had dread, while some absolutely loved. Physical education.

"DODGEBALL!" some random person had shouted out.

"Dodgeball, it is, then," she voiced in a satisfying tone of voice. "Everyone get into two teams."

The teams had been chosen in a short matter of time. Half of the class was on one side of the gym, while half of the class was at the other. Before the game was going to start, kids were sharing gossip and comments to each other, and many had said things such as, "If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball," or "Joanie loves Chachi!" because they thought that quoting movies was cool. It really wasn't. If Ben Stiller were there he'd kick all their asses.

A whistle had suddenly blown, which indicated that the game had started. They were rushing left and right, across the gym, trying to avoid being hit, since that's the whole point of the game. It was going smoothly until some ingrate had idiotically thrown a ball right at 2-D's nose, which made him fall over, and had his nose bleeding profusely.

Ozzy walked over to him and asked, "Hey, are you al-" WHAM. Right in the nose.

It was finally the end of another grueling day. Many students were supposed to study as their teacher instructed, but instead they put it off. But not 2-D. He didn't even go to 7-11 to meet his friends as he usually does.

"Where the bloody hell is 2-D!" Murdoc bellowed.

"I guess he got detention, or something. Maybe he's just busy." Russel replied. "Why do we go here everyday, anyways?"

"Tsukaremahita (I'm tired)…" said Noodle, yawning.

"Alright, I'll take you home," Russel volunteered. He picked her up and put her on his shoulder. Although he wasn't very big, Noodle was a very small little girl.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, see you." Murdoc grumbled, as usual. They had all left for home then and there.

Concurrently, 2-D was in his room, studying like he never had before. He had a small light hovering over his head to assist him. If he had gotten perfect on this test, it would mean a lot to him. I'll show them whose retarded, he thought. He stayed up very late until he got drowsy, so he fell back on his pillow and drifted off to sleep.