authorrrs note?!: why yes, yes it is. if you haven't been reading my story 'Panic', then you need to so you know whats going on and why i haven't posted in FOREVER. long story, go check it out if you care enough.

uhmm, disclaimer: comin out yo mouth wit yo blah blah blah, don't tell me what i already know; i don't own the mentalist. i also dont own a pet fish, but thats another story.

"HAH. Does this bitch really think I'm going to do this work?" Teresa laughed, and looked to her friend Ana. Ana smiled, and held back a laugh.

"Read to page 56 tonight for homework." Ms. Cracker, the evil substitute screeched. The class erupted in moans, groans and other forms of rebellion.

"Oh, you are so funny. You will be lucky if I even OPEN this book tonight." Teresa glared directly at the teacher. She turned back to Ana. "She thinks she owns this damn class, well I want to proove her wrong. She is not our teacher, and needs to back off. Ms. Sherman will be back, she has to be." Teresa trailed off, going deep into thought about her favorite teacher in the entire school.

"This bitch is crazy!" A familiar voice carried across the room. "Hey Teresa, can you believe this cracka?" Patrick Jane looked back at Teresa, making sure Ms. Cracker heard him good and well.

"Ugh, stupid substitutes!" Grace Van Pelt's voice piped up. "I hate them! They try to own us!"

"This is a dictatorship!" Ms. Cracker yelled.

"No, this is a democracy!" another kid, Wayne Rigsby hollered back.

"NO, this is SPARTA!" Patrick Jane jumped up, and kicked over his chair.

The class erupted into laughter, unable to controll the spasms coming from deep in their souls. Ms. Cracker had a glare on her face.

"The next person that says one word will get their name written down, and I'll make sure Ms. Sherman hears of this!" Her evil voice boomed across the classroom.

"That's Grace Van Pelt, last name spelled V-a-n, space, big 'P' little e-l-t." it was all that Teresa could keep from laughing at her tone, the look on her face and the substitutes reaction from the quiet little Grace.

"Since this is Sparta and all, I give Ms. Van Pelt permission to rule her own army. And not do her homework." Patrick put his hands on his waist heroically.

"All right, I'm officially bored." And with that, Teresa stood up and left.

The class calmed down for a few moments, until Patrick hit Wayne with a paper ball. Within three minutes, a massive war had broken out, half and half in the classroom.

Teresa walked back into the room with Principal Adams by her side.

"What is going on here?" Principal Adams deep voice shocked the class.

"Just... reenacting a scene from a chapter in our History textbooks?" Grace dared to speak.

He stared at the class for a moment, saw the paper balls, the mentally destroyed substitute in the corner of the classroom, and a glaring Teresa Lisbon at his side.

"Well, ahem, keep up the work." He shook his head, and left.

it would be wise to review. i just got my degree in ninja last week. so basically i know where you live.