Okey guys. I tried to make this one longer to make y'all happey. :3
I DUN OWN HETALIA. BUT THAT WOULD BE SO AWESOME IF I DID. BUT I DON'T.
"Okay kids, what do ya' get when you add the division of the multiplication by the square root of x to the nineteenth power." The Evil-Sub-of-Math-Class asked.
My brother raised his hand.
"Yesss." The substitute said in the most annoying mono-tone voice EVER.
"OVER 9,000~!" He shouted just a little too loud...just...just a little.
"Well, even though the answer might be 'over 9,000', can anyone tell me the exact answer... Anyone? No? Well-"
The bell rang and all the kids jumped out of their seats to escape the evil wrath of Mrs. Substitute-Creepy-Psycho-Lady.
... Everyone but me that is.
"Ah, um, Mrs. Teacher-Lady?" I stacked my books into a pile on my desk.
"Yeah. Kid, hurry up. You're going to miss your next class."
I gather my books into my arms, "Well, I just wanted to say that the aswer to that last question was 128.0897." I shot out of that room and headed toward my Career class.
My locker stop wasn't that long. I dumped my Math Binder and exchanged it for my Career one.
"Hey, Matthew."
I shut my locker and turned around, "Oh, hey Lars! What'cha need?"
"Uhhh... well, Mattie... D-do you think that... you could maybe help me in Math?"
"Sure," I grinned at him, "I'll give you my number later so you can call me, kay?"
"Cool." Lars walked down the hall towards his third period.
I bolted to my Career class, right as I sat down, the bell rang.
"Okay kids, y'all need to get out that worksheet that I gave y'all yesterday."
PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTNNNOOOOOOOO!
Ugh. Stupid Alfred. Breaking into my locker to grab my stuff.
I raised my hand, "Uhhh, Miss Dfgdgh; Cvjkcvjht ((c: Keyboard smash)) I don't have that paper."
Miss Keyboard Smash handed me another paper.
Great.
I'll have to re-do that whole paper. Ew. Why Alfred. Why.
I started immeadiatly on the paper. Ew. Gross.
-insert creative worksheet contents here-
-still insert blahblahblah here-
-keep going-
-Matthew's almost done~-
"Excuse me, Miss Keyboard Smash?"
"Hmmmm? Yes Matthew?"
"Where do I put this?"
"Oh. You can set it on my desk!" Miss Dfgdgh; Cvjkcvjht said before getting back to the student she was with.
I slowly got up and searched for a place to put the paper... -insert awkward moment when you feel everyone's looking at you here-
I sat the paper down on top of her grade book so I was sure that she got it.
"Well, now that y'all turned in yo' papers, yous may go, next door. And get on dem' computers." Miss Keyboard Smash said to us, exaggerating 'put' in 'computers'.
I slowly gathered my things and walked over to the lab. I logged on and patently waited for the main screen to pop up. As soon as it did, I clicked 'Chrome' borwser and checked my e-mail.
From: HeroIsGonnaSaveYous keyboardsmasher .pig
Subject: LOL
-HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. Nao u has 2 send this 2 18 other friends or i will tak ur soul~! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA-
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WHAT.
SERIOSLY. AL. REALLY. I DON'T HAVE 218 friends.
SO. WHATEVER... YEAH.
I trolled around on Cleverbot, being a total ass to it... as in typing everything it would say in a mixed up order or saying the same sentence over and over again.
~RINNNNGGGGGGG~
AW. SNAP. ALFRED'S E-MAIL WOULDN'T LOAD.
eue I liek trolling Cleverbot~
DUDE. I WOULD LIKE. LOVE YOU IF YOU REVIEWED THIS. LIKE NO KIDDING. I WOULD FIND OUT WHERE YOU LIVED SO I COULD GIVE YOU A COOKIE AND A HUG. ewe''
-is totally not blasting her surround-sound to "Gay Bar" whilst typing this-... no, not me~ ö3ö