This is the third chapter of my fanfic~ ;U;" You guys shouldn't expect the chapters up as fast anymore, by the way. ;u;'' These chapters were already written, so it will take longer for them to get done.. Sorry about that!

Read and review this crap. ..Please? ;n;

Ciel's first class was extremely boring, not that he was surprised. They had to partner up with other students to help each other with their writing skills on topics such as persuasive essays. The teacher explained to Ciel that he had a lot to catch up with, so he was paired with the best writer in the class, thankfully, it was Paula.

"So it's pretty easy once you get the hang of it! You just think of three main ideas, then supporting details, remember to explain them well, and remember a thesis and clincher, okay? They're really important, and if you forget them it can really mess up your grade!" She explained to him.

"Uh-huh." Ciel nodded, doodling on a piece of paper that he was supposed to be taking notes on.

"And your second body paragraph should be your strongest, alright? You need to put your body paragraphs in the right order. Your first body paragraph should be okay, your second needs to be the best, and your third paragraph should be.. Hey, are you paying attention, Ciel?"

Ciel looked back up at Paula, "Eh?" He gripped his pen, "Oh, um... You were talking about bodies or something, right?"

Paula looked at Ciel, then slumped into her chair and sighed. "Ciel if you don't start off good now, you'll fall behind from everybody! Do good for me, Ciel. Please?" She lectured. Paula was surprisingly strict. Ciel just stared at her, confused and annoyed. She looked back at him, then shut her eyes and sighed once again. "I'm sorry. I just want you to be caught up with the class. Please, at least try..! I'm sure you can-" The bell rang.

'Finally,' He thought. It's not that he didn't like Paula, but he was just annoyed to be there. "Ciel, remember to write me a thesis statement, okay? I'll see you later!" Paula said. Ciel nodded, then gave her a wave before going off to his next class. "Bye!"

His next class on his schedule was geometry. He groaned. "Fuck me." He hated mathematic subjects. Everything. He was never good at it. His teacher seemed like a huge douchebag. He had a serious look on his face, and told Ciel that if he were to catch up, he would need to learn twelve different methods to getting the answer to this question and that question. "This is fucking bullshit." He grumbled.

"Excuse me?" The teacher growled.

"I said," Ciel calmly retorted, "This. Is fucking. Bull, shit."

The older teacher was absolutely fuming. "Would you like to have detention later?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure, I don't give a fuck, to be honest."

The teacher glared at him. "Very well then. You'll have detention in the library for the next four days for two hours at five o'clock. Understood?" He ordered.

"What? School fucking ends at four-thirty! And I have homework! What the hell, man?" Ciel barked.

"I will extend it to six days and three hours if you don't sit down and deal with your own punishment," He said, "And besides. You seem like the sort of brat who sits in your dorm all day not even looking at your homework. I'm sure it won't be a problem for you." The teacher sneered at Ciel, then told him to sit down before he could even do anything.

'I fucking hate this school.' He thought. 'And my predictions were right. This guy is the biggest faggot I've ever met. I bet he fucking eats second graders or something.' He sighed, then got back to his work. He didn't even understand any of it. He could probably ask Paula for help or something during lunch. He sat there for the last twenty minutes untill it was time to go. His next class was biology, with Alois.

"Bloody fucking hell..." He groaned. It was with Alois, for one thing, and Alois told Ciel they were looking at organisms under microscopes. Specifically insects. "Fucking nasty.." He grumbled. Ciel hated bugs. A lot.

He came into the class then sat himself down alone at a lab table. When Alois came in about two minutes after Ciel did, he searched around, then saw Ciel and sat by him. "Hey Ciel! Have you woken up yet?" Alois asked.

Ciel's eye could answer that question, but he answered anyway. "No," He yawned, "And I got detention in math class because I said 'This is fucking bullshit in front of the teacher.' Retarded, right?"

Alois's eyes widened, "Really? Gosh, Ci-Ci! You're soo bad! Mr. Louis is really strict, don't get on his bad side! You make it sound like you did nothing!"

"Too late for that," Ciel yawned again, opening up his text book to the page Alois was on, "You could've told me that earlier."

Alois giggled apologetically, "Whoops! Sorry! Ahaha..."

Ciel glared at him, "What the fuck ever, then."

Alois sighed, then looked over at the chalk board. Then over at Ciel with a smile. "We gotta look at ants, then describe some of their features!"

Ciel scowled. "What? Fuck no, that's fucking disgusting!" He whispered in a harsh tone. The teacher came inside, time for class to start. "Ugh..."

"Let's be partners, Ciel!" Alois smiled.

Ciel hesitated, then groaned. "Fine."

. . .

Biology was almost over, and Ciel's next class was art. He began grabbing his binders, and looked at the clock. Art is in eight minutes. Ciel never really liked drawing, though. He was okay at it, but not good. He was good at singing, poetry, and playing the violin, but few people even knew of this. He would never admit to such talents. "Psst! Hey! Ciel! Ciel!"

Ciel turned to the boy next to him. "What? What do you want?" He hissed.

Alois suddenly looked serious, "Watch out for Hanna, okay? She's a backstabbing twat."

'Are you sure that she's just a "backstabbing twat" because she can't handle how fucking annoying you are?' Ciel snorted. "Then why the fuck do you even hang out with her?"

Alois shrugged, "If I get on her bad side, then I'm on a bad side with Lizzy and Angela, who I'm actually friends with. There was this one girl who got mad at them because they cut her in line, and the next day every single girl in the tenth and nineth grade hated her. Trust me on this one, it's true."

Ciel rolled his eyes. "How fake can you get on this fucking shit?" He laughed, "If this is true, then who's the girl everybody hates?"

A pout came onto Alois's face, "It's true! No one really knows WHO, but it did happen! For real!"

The bell rang, "Uh-huh. Have fun at your next class, dipshit." Ciel sneered.

"Yeah! I will! I'll text you later! See you in gym!" Alois called as Ciel left, it annoyed Ciel, as he wasn't bothered by his insult. He shrugged it off and went to his art class.

. . .

"Hey, Hanna. What are we doing?I'm bored." Ciel whispered.

"We're doing a 3-D model, faggot."

Ciel's eye widened, and he clenched the pencil in his hand tightly. "What the fuck did you just call me?"

"A faggot, dumbass." She sneered. "Do you wanna know what a dumbass is? Can you figure that one out by yourself?"

Ciel got up in frustration and started walking towards the front of the room. "Whatever. I'll go ask the teacher myse-" The silver-haired girl extended her leg and let the boy stumble over it and fall on the ground. The girls sitting by Hanna laughed, and she did too.

Ciel looked up and bit his lip, his face was red, he got up and marched over to the girl and grabbed her shirt collar, the girls sitting by her staring at the two, mouthes agape, while a calm expression remained on Hanna's face.

"Listen here, you fucking twat," He let out an insecure laugh. "I don't mind punching some fucking stupid tart right now," He paused, "Do not, fucking, patronize me. I don't give a fuck if you're the scariest hoebag in school. I'll fuck you up either way. Got it?"

Hanna looked at Ciel, then let out a sharp laugh, "You think that YOU can fuck me over? Please." She twisted Ciel's arm, making him let go of her shirt collar, as the teacher entered the room. "Consider this a warning, you midget," She laughed, tightening her grip on the younger's arm, "If you try another move like this, expect some shit." She twisted his arm one last time, then shoved him away.

Ciel gave her a cold stare, then sat back down. 'For once, Alois didn't fucking exaggerate.. This chick is a huge fucking slag.' He thought. "Fuck you, tart.." He grumbled, tapping his fingers on the table.

Hanna gave an obnoxious laugh, "Stop talking in that accent. Seriously."

Ciel glared at her, his face flushed. "Sorry for speaking with the accent I was born with.." He mumbled in a fake American accent. He hates it when people confront him or mock him. 'Fuck this school. Students, teachers, and all.'

. . .

It was time for gym, and Alois closely stood by Ciel as they walked to gym, just down the hallway. "Yeah, gym really fucking sucks, eh?"

"I don't care as long as I don't have a bloo- fucking asthma attack..."

Alois looked at him confused, "Eh? Ciel why are you talking with an American accent? I thought you were British?"

Ciel shook his head. "I was pretending to have a British accent. For drama club. I'm American, got it?" He lied.

"Uh-huh. Sure." Alois sarcastically chuckled, "Here we are! These are the locker rooms, okay?" He said, grabbing Ciel's wrist and showing him his locker, "Get one next to mine, okay?"

Ciel scowled, looking around at the half naked males around him. It smelled horrible in the room, it was almost suffocating. "We have to change in front of people.."

"Yeah? Oh, it's okay, you get used to it after a while." Alois explained, opening up his gym locker.

Ciel shook his head, then went into the bathroom. "Pass." He changed in there, wearing the simple white t-shirt and gym shorts with their last name on the back, then came out and sat by Alois who was tying his shoes.

"I don't see what the problem is, you changed in front of me earlier this morning.." Alois said, finishing the laces on his left shoe.

"I was in a rush." He mumbled, interrupted by one of the gym teachers.

"Alright ladies, get out of here and get with your gym class!" He yelled.

'Great, it's one of those fucking drill sargeant gym teachers. He got up, then made his way to the door, but bumped into a familiar Claude. He looked up at him, then gave a scowl. "Ew." Before Claude could respond, Ciel shoved him aside and left.

"Today, we're going to be doing team relay races around the track! Get into groups of five, you hear? Hurry up!" A teacher yelled.

"Fuck me." Ciel hated racing, running, and team work. Alois, Claude and Elizabeth walked over to Ciel. Elizabeth smiling at Ciel, and Claude keeping a blank expression, Ciel tried to ignore the two, then spoke. "We need five people to a group, retard." He said to Alois, elbowing him.

"Ow! I know that, Ci-Ci! God! We're gonna have Sebastian join us too, he's right over there." Alois pointed over to the tall male, making his way towards the group.

Ciel stood there, staring. He opened up his mouth, but could only say one word. "Fuck."

That was it! ;u;" I feel that this one wasn't written out as good as the others were, sorry. orz; ;u;" Too much dialogue, not enough details. :c And I have nothing on British accents or Hanna, I love them both! xD; But if you've seen the OVA The Making of Kuroshitsuji II, you'd see that Hanna acts like a huge, snobby bitch. ;u;" I'm basing her on that perspective. xD

Thanks for reading. ;u;

Byee. orz