Kory met Rich after class.

"Hey," said Rich.

"Hello," said Kory. "How was science?"

"The teacher never showed up," said Rich. "Instead, Kate, her friends Tommie and Tara, and I just talked the whole class. Apparently, he never shows up."

"Cool," said Kory. "English was very boring. There is this horrible teacher named Mr. Mod calls us "duckies" and criticizes Americans for rebelling against the British government."

"Weirdo," commented Rich. "The American Revolution was so long ago. Most British people don't really care anymore."

"Exactly," said Kory. They walked into Math and sat in the back next to an African- American boy who was at least six feet tall and pretty buff.

"Hello," said Kory. "What is your name?"

"I'm Victor Stone," said Victor. "What about you?"

"Kory Anders. I am pleased to meet you," said Kory.

"I'm Rich Grayson," said Rich.

Xavier strolled over. "Anders, screw me," he said.

"Why don't you screw off," said Rich.

"Students," said the teacher. "I see you have gotten comfortable. However, there is no need for that, as I have arranged a seating chart."

The class looked over. The teacher had a white goatee and an eyepatch. "Please stand around the perimeter of the room."

Rich and Kory were on opposite sides of the class, and Xavier was in the middle. Victor was behind Kory. Rich sat kitty corner from Kate.

"Richie-POO!" she shrieked when he sat down.

"Miss Moth, do I need to move you?" asked the teacher.

"No, sir, I like where I sit," said Kate.

"How many of you hate your new seat?" asked the teacher.

Almost everyone raised their hand.

"Well, that's too bad," said the teacher. "No one is going to spoil you in high school."

The girl seated next to Kory, a dark-skinned girl with big eyes raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss Beecher?" asked the teacher.

"What is your name?" she asked. "And how do you know all of our names?"

"My name is Mr. Wilson. I know your names because I know where you sit, and match you up with the name that is supposed to be in that seat," replied Mr. Wilson. "Anymore questions before we get started?"

A skinny boy in the back raised his hand. "I can't see the board from here," he said.

"Ask your parents to get you glasses," said Mr. Wilson. "Let's get started. Turn to page six in your Algebra textbook. Read the instructions and do problems one through fifty-seven."

"But that's all of them!" protested Rich.

"I know," said Mr. Wilson. "And please raise your hand before speaking."

"Can we work with partners?" asked Victor.

"Good idea," said Mr. Wilson. Everyone started to get up. "Stay seated. I will assign partners. Let's see… Kate Moth and Kory Anders. Xavier Red and Richard Grayson…"

Kory walked over to where Kate was putting on lip-gloss. "Hi," she said.

"Hi," said Kate, bored. "I have no idea how to do this. He didn't even explain it."

Kory was already working on number five. "Let me see that," said Kate. "3x-24? How did you do that?"

"I simply—" began Kory, but Kate cut her off.

"Never mind. Can I copy?" asked Kate.

"But you will not learn anything," said Kory.

"I don't care," said Kate. "Learning is for losers."

"Fine," said Kory. She moved the paper to an angle where she could still work and Kate could still copy.

"You know Rich? What kind of girls does he date?" asked Kate.

"Regular girls," said Kory.

"Like me?" asked Kate.

"I don't know," said Kory. "I don't know you that well."

"Does he like pretty popular girls?" asked Kate.

"Umm… He likes nice girls," said Kory.

"Perfect!" exclaimed Kate. "I'm the nicest girl ever!"

"I am sure you are," said Kory sarcastically.

Meanwhile…

"So, Grayson," said Xavier. "Can you hook me up with Anders?"

"No," said Rich.

"Why?" asked Xavier.

"Because she doesn't like you," said Rich.

"Why?" asked Xavier.

"Because you're a perverted drug addict," said Rich.

"Why?" asked Xavier.

"Because you're stupid," said Rich.

"Why?" asked Xavier.

"Because you were born that way!" screamed Rich in frustration. Everyone looked over.

"Mr. Grayson, if you enjoy screaming so much, I'm sure there is room for you in Saturday morning detention," said Mr. Wilson.

Xavier laughed.

"Mr. Red, you may join Mr. Grayson at 6:00 a.m. on Saturday morning in Principal Moth's office," said Mr. Wilson.

"But that's too early," said Xavier. "And it's Saturday."

"Too bad," said Mr. Wilson. The bell rang. "Remember, what you didn't complete is homework."

The class ran out.

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