Brain, just smiled "You know we can't get to McDonalds and be on time for school, right?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, "sorry…." She just fell back in her seat, and looked out the window.

She barely made it out of the door.

They headed to school, Brain parked, and they got out.

"Hey Brain" a girl yelled out at him, she was a cheerleader, and she always led worship, probably

EVERYTHING a guy like Brain thinks about. Sarah just walked a head, she didn't want to stop Brain.

Who was talking to her, about little things. 'the new guy already Mr. Popular, well there goes my morning rides.'

She went to her locker got out some books, and headed to first period.

"SARAH!" Yells from down the hall, JUST when Sarah was heading in the door to her first class.

She turned around it was Brain, "Hey, what happened to you, I turn one second and you're gone."

"Well you were preoccupied."

"ohh you mean with Missy, nah she just asking about what songs for chapel to sing."

"ohh, I see, I guess…"

"Yeah…."

RING

"Uh ohh, we're late, I'm sure Mr. Forsit."

"Will love to hear our excuse for why being late?" Brain answered.

They both walk in, LATE, two seconds, but still, LATE.

Mr. Frosit didn't say a thing.

The pledge was just about to go over the P.A.  Sarah took a seat in order to stand up for her rights, of self-expression.

Mr. Forsit cringed every time she did that which gave her more reason to do it, yet Brain just shrugged it off, he didn't

Understand Sarah and her feelings to oppose EVERYTHING.

Sarah didn't understand Brain's needed to stand up for things that can't be proven without a bible.

The Class went on as it usually did.

The topic was 9-11 and what happened there, and how that it was just, all out war of Islam against Christians, or any nonIslams.

And that the Christian response would be war.

A Note appeared on Sarah's desk.

Hey Sarah

What is this guy, on CRACK!

Seriously……Christians response war…err well I know you don't really yeah but………

Still you understand that he's a total moron for his views on this…

I mean seriously who gave him his  teaching license, Bush when he was drunk?

Crap, I think he's noticing I'm not writing notes

By the way need a ride home?

Brain….

Sarah smiled, 'well not every fundie believes war is the answer.'

The bell rang, "Brain, Sarah I'd like to see you two after class…." Mr. Forsit demanded coldly.