Hey guys! I hope you're enjoying Soda's school day...and it only gets crazier as it goes on. Here's zoology...And frogs to dissect. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, ok? Happy? CAUSE I'M NOT!

~Rosey

Third Hour: Zoology

"Class, we are dissecting frogs today," the monotone voice of Mrs. Drake rang out dully to her zoology class.

"But Mrs. Duck-" Soda began.

"Mr. Curtis, that's Mrs. Drake," the teacher corrected him.

"Yeah I know," Soda laughed.

"Sodapop Curtis, how do you think I want to be treated by my students?" she quizzed him monotonously.

"Like a princess," Soda beamed. "NO! Like a sport's car! NO NO! Like a princess IN a sport's car!" he grinned.

Mrs. Drake rolled her eyes, pointing for Soda to sit by Mary Smith. Soda sighed. Mary was one of the most...odd people in the school. When Soda sat by her, she grinned like an alligator, receiving a slightly freaked out smile in return.

"Ok class, I'm going to give each lab couple a frog in a jar of gas that will kill them to make them able to be dissected. Then you may remove them from the jar, lay them on the tray, and begin following the instructions on the board," Mrs. Drake instructed. She put a jar in front of Soda and Mary. That was when Mary started hyperventilating.

"What is it?" Soda asked with a sigh.

"The frog! It's trapped in there and it's going to die and then we're gonna cut it open!" she cried, tears falling hard.

"Mary, it's a frog!" Soda groaned.

"But don't you think it has a family out there? A wife and children?" she bawled.

"Not really. I don't think stuff like that about frogs. I think it's slimy and green, and should be dead already," he added, tapping the glass with his finger. "DIE ALREADY!"

"Soda! That's terrible! How are we going to know it's dead anyway? And not just stunned?"

"Well...we're gonna poke it," Soda replied decidedly.

"I'M NOT GOING TO POKE IT!" Mary cried.

"Ok then, I will," Soda amended. "I wish I had a stick, not a scientific metal thingy. It's more fun to poke things with a stick."

"SODA YOU CAN'T-"

That was when they heard a slight thump from inside the jar and they saw the frog laying there, dead as a doornail. "It's dead," Soda announced.

Then, as Mary began freaking out more, Soda addressed the teacher. "Hey can I just get out my switch-blade, cut it up into a few pieces, and say 'Oh that's the leg' and get an A?"

"Switch-blade?" Mrs. Drake for once didn't sound monotonous.

"Did I say my switch-blade? I meant Two-Bit Matthews. He's in Mr. Jones's class. Go bust 'im!" Soda lied quickly. The teacher glared at him and he sighed. I hate school. Mainly zoology.

Well? This chapter was so much fun to write...I got the "Mrs. Duck" thing from my sister and the "princess in a sport's car" from this guy in my algebra class who, I swear, is Sodapop reincarnated. lol

So now all I can say is REVIEW!

~Rosey