"Courir."

"Run."

"Arrêter."

"Stop."

"Chien."

"Dog."

Mr. Cogsworth was firing French words at Peter faster than bullets to prove him worthy of his class. In the beginning Peter begged Mr. Cogsworth to go easy on him, because he lied that he had taken Spanish freshmen year then switched to French, and that it was a really tough transition. Mr. Cogsworth reluctantly agreed, but that still didn't help Peter from his predicament of only knowing the French words 'bon jour' and 'bon apatite'.

Then the girls came in.

As soon as Mr. Cogsworth finished the sentence 'let's see how much you know', he advanced in front of Peter's desk. Peter then looked desperately at two girls who sitting in front of him. Surprisingly, they nodded their heads quickly and gave Peter thumbs up, grinning their heads off.

So thanks to Peter's good looks (as he would like to assume), he had girls acting out each word Mr. Cogsworth fired at him.

I love charades. Peter thought.

"Sauter."

A blond girl with messy bangs barley contained with a black headband jumped up and down in her seat.

"Jump." Peter said.

"Divan."

Another pretty blond girl with wide blue enthusiastic eyes and a bow tied in her hair patted her chair.

"Chair?"

Peter earned a small look of dissatisfaction from Mr. Cogworth before the girl patted the chair again, nodded, and then widened her hands.

"Couch! Sorry, sorry. I meant couch,"

Mr. Cogsworth narrowed his eyes. "Aimer!"

"Um…"

The blond girls looked at each other and shrugged.

"Well Mr. Pan. I'm waiting," Mr. Cogsworth tapped his foot.

Peter considered giving up when he saw a new girl from the front row give him the answer.

She had curly caramel color hair tied back with a ponytail, letting a few curls fall loose to act as bangs. She wore a very familiar smile as she held up two fingers and nodded towards the French teacher.

"To…" Peter looked at her again.

She configured her fingers to shape a heart.

"Like,"

She quickly shook her head.

"Love! Love. To love. Sorry, my brain stopped for a second,"

It suddenly hit Peter. He had seen her before. And he knew exactly who she was.

"Hmm…" the French teacher squinted at him, "I guess that is enough for you today. Just try to follow along with my class Mr. Pan," he shuffled back to his desk, and began to lecture the class on the conditional mood.

Peter leaned over to an overweight kid with a huge nose.

"Hey, can I borrow a piece of paper and a pencil? For notes,"

The fat kid shrugged and tore a piece of paper out of a marble notebook and passed it to him as well as a pencil he found on the floor.

"Thanks,"

Peter scribbled something in huge letters on the pitifully torn piece of paper. And when the teacher's back was turned, he aimed and threw his pencil at the girl with the caramel colored hair.

Her head sharply turned in his direction. Peter quickly held up the paper before she could give him an angry look.

Thanks Wendy.

After the bell for second period rang...

Hades had nothing to do.

Well, besides a mountain of paperwork, he was bored out of his skull.

So for whatever reason, he picked up the letter the ginger left on his desk, and started to read it. The first and second paragraph was legitimate, but as he slipped to the third, the smell of bullshit was strong in the air.

If you've reached this paragraph, than clearly you have too much time on your hands. Go get a better job, spend time with your wife, something. Man, you're still reading. Congrats, you can now be labeled a loser. This is only for space to look like this is something that someone put his or her time into. Please discontinue your reading. Por favor. You really are wasting life…For the purpose of Peter Pan and Flynn's essay, please allow them to visit for one day at your lovely school. (At that moment, Peter only put the last sentence of the third paragraph because he knew Hades would immediately look at the bottom of the page.)

Hades lifted his head from the paper, nearly growling. Never before have kids gotten away with something like that. Not with Hades the interrogator. Now with an incident like this, Hades would get fired from his crummy job for sure.

He stood up and cracked his knuckles.

It was time for him to catch some bad kids.