Let The Boredom Begin

Ha! I bet you guys thought I was dead. But you can't get rid of me that easily! X3
Oh, and I changed my PenName to AEnema. Formely known as linkinparkrlz.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Teen Titans:X

"So, Raven," the redhead said, standing out of the way of the door, arms crossed and a smug look on her face, "What made you think you are the most popular girl at school?"

Raven glared at the auburn-haired girl. A look of arrogance shone in her chocolate eyes while a smile of satisfaction played on her lips, saturated with a light, rosy lipstick and lip gloss. "In case you didn't notice, the activity was called two truths anda lie," Raven said, stressing the last word and feeling as if explaining was a waste of time. 'Explaining,' she thought. 'Why the hell am I explaining myself to this snob?'

"But why chose to be the most popular girl at school for a lie?" Trixie kept her game up.

"I don't have time for your stupid games right now," the gothic girl said, quickly turning around and walking away, Jinx right behind her.

"Don't you just hate it?" Jinx pointed out to her friend. Raven lightly nodded, approving her friend's opinion. "So what now?"

"I guess we go to our second period."

"Dance…why do I even have that class?" Jinx said with a disgusted voice. "I'll be seeing you later," she told her friend, as she turned right at the corner. Raven nodded and kept walking straight, until she reached her next classroom, in which she slowly entered.

An American flag was hanging in front of the classroom, and as she turned around, she could see older flags hanging on the sides. A hand waved at her from the back of the classroom, and Raven distinguished her male friend, Patrick. As she sat next to him and muttered a dry "Hey", she examined the flags all around the room. By the looks of them, they must have been from different countries, and the slightly wrong proportions showed they must have been made by the students taking that class on past years.

'This must be Government,' she thought.

The bell rang.

A little old man stood in front of the room. His vibrant and over exaggerated red hair dye didn't hide the wrinkles on his face, nor the fact that he must have been in his late fifties. He wore a long sleeve shirt that could have been one of those British flags hanging from the top of the walls at one time and sawn together. The vivid blue and red colors of the overly large shirt contrasted with his white pants and his polished formal shoes. From behind his thin, squared rim glasses, his little black eyes moved from left to right and vice versa, examining the students in front of him. He set both hands on top of a wooden cane he was carrying and leaned forward on it, leaving place for a wicked smile on his wide mouth that showed his yellowed teeth.

'…And that must be the teacher…'

"Welcome to Government class," the teacher finally said, his voice a mixture of raspy and laughter. "My name," he pointed with the end of his cane to the middle of the white board, "is Mr. Mod." He stopped and let another wicked smile escape his lips with satisfaction after seeing the reaction of the class, which consisted of interlocking, high-strung glances and raised brows. Many students moved uncomfortably on their seats and looked around to see the reaction of the fellow classmates.

"Now," the teacher continued, "I will take roll, and after that, we'll have a little activity to get to learn each other better."

"Déjà vu moment…" Raven said dryly to Patrick as Mr. Mod sat at his desk, took out a binder and reached for a pencil from inside of a drawer. Patrick sighed.

Her name was Adriana Gannon. She was 27 and an English teacher. Garfield Logan stared dreamily at the angel standing only a few feet away from him. Her brunette hair was neatly tied in a low ponytail which softly fell off her right shoulder and curled at the end. Her green-blue eyes shone brightly behind her squared, plastic rim glasses, and her mouth displayed a small but friendly smile. 'Oh, fair maiden, I'll sacrifice my free afternoons thinking of thee,' Garfield sighed heavily to himself as he continued with his fantasies. Yet the period was not long enough for him to express his complete devotion…

A/N: I have to say I'm getting very upset because people bump into this fic, read it, and don't review. If you want this fic to be better, you have to leave a review commenting on what I could improve so I can make this story more interesting. Second from the feedback, I need interesting ideas, whether it's for pranks, wacky teachers, awkward situations, and the sort.

Also, this fic is causing disappointment in me, so I may forget about it and start a new one.

Now, my reviewers: Thanks to darkaurora333 (very…uh…random review…) and ILuVxSeSsHyx4eVa for reading and reviewing.

AEnema