Boredom is the drive for this chapter. So if it's any good, let's hope I'm bored more often! :P This is VINCE'S POV.

I could have sworn I was hearing things when I heard a Miss Ashley Spinelli made the Frosh volleyball team. In fact, I even asked Miss Grotke to repeat it, only to hear that, no, I was in fact not hearing things. She smiled and said 'good job for Spinelli, hopefully this will make her give up her tough girl image", or something like that. I don't remember. I was too shocked.

Gretchen smiled and said that she knew Spinelli could do it.

I felt my mouth drop open. I turned to her. "You...you knew about this?"

"Yeah, we're only best friends!...Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that."

"I can't believe she didn't tell the rest of us!" I tried to set my head down but realized, oops, my keyboard is in the way. Yes, keyboarding is, in fact, a typing class. For the first quarter of school all we're doing is learning how to type, which lucky Gretchen already knows how to do. She just gets to read when Miss Grotke was teaching us new drills or techniques. But once we've caught up she has to participate like the rest of us.

I'm pissed.

Anyway, I burned with rage. How could Spin not tell us?

I was determined to find out.

The second first period was let out, I sprinted to my locker, shoving my keyboarding homework inside and picking up my Biology book. This school was nuts, we had a set of books for home and one for school, but we had to bring the school set to school and just take them with us from class to class. As soon as I had my book, I slammed shut my locker, sprinting over to Spin and TJ's class...only twenty steps to go...I can see Spin tying her shoe...yeah, she started wearing Converse around eighth grade...come on...

I ran right into her in my haste.

Whoops.

"Hey, what the hell do ya--" she started, stopping upon seeing me. "Oh, sorry, Vince. I thought you were..."

"Why didn't you tell us you were trying out for the volleyball team?!"

She fidgeted. "I didn't mention it?"

"No!"

"Oh. Vince, I tried out for the volleyball team."

"Nah, really?"

"But I had reason! I mean, my mom is..."

"Whatever. I just can't believe you'd keep something like that from us!" I turned, stalking away.

"Vince...wait...!" She called, but I knew soon the bell would ring, signalling the end of passing period.

"Vincent!"

"I didn't do it!" I yelled, sitting upright in Biology. The class laughed at me. I was confused.

"Thank you, Vincent, for joining us in conversation," Mr. Newsome said. "Now would you like to answer problem twelve?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, it's..." I looked at problem twelve on the board. It looked like a foreign language, it was so confusing. In multicellular organisms, every cell in the organism's body is produced from a...?

"Ugh...a single cell?" Students giggled.

Mr. Newsome sighed. "No, Vincent, that is not correct. Uh...Carly?" he asked, calling on the one of many students who actually had their hands up.

"Actually, Mr. Newsome, the correct answer is that every cell in the organism's body is produced from a single cell in a fertilized egg," she said, answering the question hotly. It seemed as if she was trying to insult me.

That proves it, dancers are brats.

Okay, not all dancers, but Carly is the only freshman on the dance team, and she's a total b...

"Correct. Next time, Vincent, you may want to pay more attention." And with a turn of his heel, he went back to the lesson.

I sighed, putting my head down on the lab station. This was going to be a long period.

I already hated this class, anyway. Miss Dearborne is a heck of a lot better teacher than Mr. Newsome. It's not that he's mean, he's just strict. And if you answer a question wrong, he acts as if it's the end of the world--which, I guess, if you're like me and actually want to get good grades so you can do sports. What a pain.

I went back to my notebook, doodling, when I realized what I had done. I had drawn Mr. Newsome on a cross...which was on fire...in the middle of a pool of acid...with two alligators. It was so...disturbing. This is probably why he made me sit at an empty lab station by myself. I laughed to myself at my drawing. Yes, it was disturbing, but not nearly as bad as half the things Spin did. Not even close.

I'd have to show it to her when we made up.

She'd idolize me.

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--Maddie Marie