It was the average biology class. All the girls, and some of the boys, were oggling the goods. My goods. I always wear tight-fitting clothes that show off my good physique. I hoped that this kept people away. I was a danger. Suddenly, a girl walked in. Not just any girl. She was like a walking rare cooked steak, smothered in stake sauce with a helping of golden crispy fries on the side. She made me very hungry. What also striked me was that I couldn't read her mind. I could see it, but much like a wordless and pictureless book, there was nothing. I frowned. She just farted. It smelled like steak sauce, which was what she basically smelled like. I scoot far away from her, or else I might eat her. Since the plot, or lack thereof, revolved around me and the new girl, class only seemed like 5 minutes and was not given much importance. The bell rang and I ran out of the room immediately.
It was lunch. I sat with my normal people. Hm, people. I sat with my adoptive brothers and sisters, who are all involved in incestuous relationships with each other. We like to keep it inside our little family. I felt all eyes on us, which was something we were all used to. We're very hot. That's why we hook up with each other; no one is hot enough for us.
The new girl started to stare at us. She wasn't even breathing anymore. I could see her lips move, she was talking to her friends. Asking about us, I was sure. She stared more. After about two minutes of her staring, I mouthed "You can't sit with us, you're not pretty enough." Sure enough, she turned away. I went back to pretending to eat. After a while, I felt her staring again. I stood up and went to the Volvo, to listen to my new Miley CD.