Jade walked in to a class full of animals. The only non-crazy people she could find had huddled in a corner. She walked over. "Hi." Jade said.
"Hey." Said a girl, slightly distracted by trying to avoid a boy landing a paper plane on her chest.
"S'up, Brownie Cakes." A hooded boy said, pointing to Jade's hair.
"Shut up, Zander." Said a girl with a green strip in her hair.
"You ain't my Mom, Sadie." The boy named Zander said. He stuck his tounge out and acted like a toddler.
"Sorry, The immature one is Zander, and his 'mommy' is Sadie." The girl smirked and Sadie harrumphed. "And I'm Zoey." Jade was intensely confused.
"I was just wondering if this was Artistic Reasoning?"
"Yup." Sadie said.
"Cool." Jade responded.
"It is more like a wannabe playground." Zander commented.
"What do you mean?" Jade asked.
"Well, all of the people who want to be famous major in this. It's not really special for someone to major in this so producers look for people who majored in, like, math and minored in acting. The only people who have a chance at making it in this college are Cat Valentine and Beck Oliver." Said Zander.
"Beck Oliver goes here?"
"Yup."