Dedicated to Stacey—the best dancer in class and one of my best friends!
"Kumusta ka na. Ang pangalan ko ay Stacey," said our new dance instructor. The last one died. How? I really don't know. Aro insisted on getting us a new teacher because he didn't want us to be lazy.
"You're boring, lady. I really don—" I started.
"Oh aking kabutihan! Tahimik kayo!" she barked at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Allow me," Demetri said. "'Oh my goodness! Be quiet!' But really, Jane, shouldn't you know this already?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
Stacey slapped a hand to her forehead. "Jane, omaette honto ni baka dana a."
"That's Japanese!" I screamed. "You are insane, woman! Insane!"
Stacey snapped her fingers in Z formation. "Oh no you di-in't!" she said, in plain English.
"You…Speak English?" I asked.
"Yes! I'm your language teacher, you idiot!" she screamed.
"Language teacher?" I repeated.
"Yes! L-a-n-g-u-a-g-e t-e-a-c-h-e-r!" she spelled.
"I thought you were our dance teacher," I said.
"And I thought you were the queen of the idiots—wait, you are," she snapped.
"Oh no you di-in't!" I said, snapping my fingers in Z formation.
"Oh yes I di-id!" she said.
"I like to mash potatoes with my toes. Would you like some?" Alec asked.
"You people are psychopathic morons! I am done!" Stacey screamed as she ran out the door screaming, "Insanity! Insanity! Insanity!"
Aro walked in, eating a tangelo. "Wheresh did Shtashey go? I shpent five dollars to pay that woman, you know," he said between bites.
"Aro! That's MY tangelo!" Felix screamed.
"First of all, you did not just call me Aro. Second of all, too bad!" Aro screamed.
Felix charged at Aro with a scythe around and around the room.
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