Hidey-ho! So here's fifth hour...in which cowboys and Indians fight over gas prices in the civil war. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own Soda...in my dreams. But as I am not dreaming at the moment, I own nothing! Not even the lyric line from Brad Paisley's "Letter to Me" you'll see in the second paragraph of this chappy. :)

~Rosey

Fifth Hour: History

Soda sighed as he walked into history, his head still pounding from its encounter with the wrench. He hoped it would quit pounding before lunch, which was at the end of this hour, but he highly doubted it.

"Soda, what happened?" Mrs. Caymen gasped as he came in, still holding his head. Mrs. Caymen was the only teacher of a core subject that hadn't given up on him yet. It was like she saw the diamond underneath and was polishing him until he shone. But it was taking a long and hard time.

"I hit myself in the head with a wrench 'cause I was bored," Soda announced, sitting at his desk, ignoring the giggles from his classmates.

Mrs. Caymen bit her lip to stifle some giggles herself before facing Soda again. "Well we were just about to continue our discussion on the Civil War. Soda, can you tell us anything about this war?"

"Uhh...My kid brother read a book about it called Gone With the Wind," he answered, ducking his head. He knew she wanted him to succeed. But couldn't she see he didn't get it?

Mrs. Caymen smiled. "Very good, Soda. That book is indeed set during the Civil War. Did you read it?"

"Well, I tried to but the first two pages were boring so I stopped. Then I watched the movie but too many people died and I got depressed so I stopped watching it," he shrugged.

"Well, do you know the two sides who fought in the war?" she asked hopefully, looking at him with a small smile. She was a middle-aged woman, who sort of reminded Soda of his own mother. He bit his lip.

"Umm...well one side wore gray and the other side wore blue," he tried, remembering the movie vaguely.

"Yes!" Mrs. Caymen beamed. "And do you know the two sides?"

"Uhh...the cowboys and the Indians?" Soda tried.

"No," Mrs. Caymen breathed deeply. "The North and the South. Do you know what they were fighting over?"

"Err...gas prices?" Soda had a gut feeling it wasn't right but hey. Wasn't that what everybody was fighting about these days?

"N-no," Mrs. Caymen mumbled. She faced her class, forcing a smile. "They were fighting over slavery. Now as most of you know, slavery is the practice of-"

Soda sighed, sinking down further in his chair. Dang Civil War.

When the class was over, Mrs. Caymen called Soda over to her desk as the students began to file out. Oh boy. This can't be good, he thought as he approached the teacher.

"Yes ma'am?" he asked, looking down at his shoes.

"Soda, did you do the reading that was assigned for last night?" she asked, taking off her glasses and sitting them on the desk top.

"Well, a little bit," he mumbled, digging his toe into the ground.

"Well didn't you get it?" she tried to be gentle.

"Not really, ma'am," he admitted. "Darry tried to explain it to me and so did my parents but I guess it just kinda went over my head."

"Soda, you know any time you need help you can come ask me."

"Yes, ma'am. Can I go now?" he asked, praying the answer was yes.

"Yes you may. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah."

Well? A wee bit of sweetness in this humor fic. Hope you enjoyed it! Now onto sixth hour!

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~Rosey