Okay, the ending is not from Madagascar. Well, it is, but that not where I got it from. It was in something else I wrote. Um... The next part's coming along... Slowly, but it is. I'm a little stuck on "Spanish Class," but I'll figure it out. :)

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English Detention

Racetrack is in bold.

Hawkeye is in italics.

Spot is underlined.

Well, this is exciting.

Not really.

Way to pick up on my sarcasm, Race.

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You know what, if anyone has a reason to be bitter, it's me. Did I tell you what Rose did during chemistry?

Yes. Several times.

…Well, you seem really joyful. What's up with you, Hawkeye? You haven't said anything. Usually you're the one who does all the talking.

She does talk a lot, doesn't she?

Shove it, Higgins.

I'm going to take a wild guess and say you two are fighting.

Lucky guess.

I'm not talking to him… or writing to him. Race, don't read this!

Well, can you stop "not talking" for the rest of detention so I'm not writing to myself?

Blink did that and he had a great time.

That's not a very good argument—Blink would have a great time having a cavity filled.

Shut up, I wasn't writing to you.

What're you fighting about anyway.

Race is an idiot.

Hey!

Again, not writing to you!

"Mr. Higgins and Miss Sheretti," Ms. Jacobs looked up from her desk, "Is there any particular reason why you're glaring at each other?"

"Yes," Hawkeye snapped, "Anthony's being a sexist jerk."

"What! I am not! How am I being sexist?"

Hawkeye rolled her eyes and mimicked him, "I'm a big, manly man who can't break tradition and be asked out by a GIRL."

Race scowled, "You know what?"

At this point, a loud argument broke out between the two. Ms. Jacobs added to the noise by trying to yell over them in a failed attempt to get them to stop.

Finally, Spot shouted, "HEY, SHUT UP!"

Interestingly enough, Hawkeye, Racetrack, and Ms. Jacobs all froze and stared at him.

Several moments of silence passed, and were eventually broken by Racetrack saying, "Well…?"

Spot shrugged and leaned back in his chair, "You were giving me a headache."

Hawkeye rolled her eyes, "Well if he hadn't—"

Luckily for Spot's head, Ms. Jacobs cut in, "Daphne, other side of the room, first seat!"

Race stuck out his tongue as Hawkeye moved away from the center of the room, "Ha-ha."

"Anthony, other side of the room, last seat," Ms. Jacobs pointed toward the last row of desks in the room, opposite the side Hawkeye was now seated on.

Spot watched Racetrack move, then look back at his own desk. The note was still there.

Well… Now this is even more boring. Good job, guys. …Guys?

Spot looked around, neither Hawkeye nor Race were seated anywhere near him.

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Well this sucks.