The teacher glanced around the room. "Does anyone know one plus two?" she asked. A series of hands shot up into the sky. Miss Martin called on the little boy in the front row, "Angel, do you know?"
"Three!" he answered eagerly.
The teacher nodded, "Very good." Angel grinned happily. Miss Martin looked around the room, when something caught her eye. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the little boy on the right side of the room.
The boy had faint red-blonde hair, and was wearing tiny rectangular glasses. "It's a camera," he said, holding up the silver metal object in his hands.
"Yes," Miss Martin smiled, "but what are you doing with it?"
The young boy pushed his glasses up, "I'm filming school. That way, if I forget anything, I can watch it again tonight."
"Okay, Mark," the teacher laughed.
A girl in the back raised her hand. Her tight black curls were bunched up into a ponytail, and she was wearing a tight black skirt and blazer. "Miss Martin? I thought the rules implied that we were not allowed to bring toys to school. That camera is clearly a toy, is it not?"
The teacher had to stifle back her laughter, that girl sounded like a lawyer. "What's your name, sweetie?" she asked.
"Joanne Jefferson," the girl replied.
"Such a big name for such a little person," the teacher thought. "Okay," she said aloud, "Joanne, honey, I'm going to let Mark keep his camera for now, unless it becomes a distraction. Is that okay with you?"
Joanne nodded, and continued to color her dragon picture.
Angel felt someone tap his shoulder, "Yes?" he turned around. There was a little boy sitting behind him, with spiked up blonde hair and a black tank top on.
"Wanna see my picture?" he asked, shoving a piece of notebook paper into Angel's hand.
Angel carefully unfolded the note, and looked at the picture. On one side was what appeared to be a guitar, and next to it was a red-haired girl. "Is this your mom?" Angel asked, pointing to the girl.
The boy furrowed his brow angrily, "No! It's my girlfriend."
Angel was shocked, "You have a girlfriend?"
"Yep," he said proudly. "Her name's April. She's sitting over there-" he pointed to a girl in a green sweater a few seats away. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Angel wrinkled his nose, "Noooo! That's gross!"
"No it's not!" the blonde boy shout-whispered. "I'm Roger."
"Angel," he said.
Roger smirked, "That's a girl's name."
Angel was about to say something witty back, when the teacher called out, "Okay, kids! Time for recess! Grab your coats, I'll see you guys in 30 minutes!"