Hello! I know that chapter one was suddenly cut, but here's the continuation. This one's a bit longer, though.

REMEMBER: SET ON MODERN TIMES. TOPH CAN SEE.

Chapter 2: Temple Run

Her next class ended extremely fast. As if the whole forty minute period took only one second; probably because she fell asleep most of the time. The teachers don't know what to do with her. Most of them gave up on trying to discipline the girl. Says it's entirely impossible, nerve-racking and would only add to the stress. That's because most of them (even if they won't admit it) always fail and always loose against her. As a result, they just leave her alone in peace and sanctuary.

When the school bell rang to end the class, Toph jumped, grabbed her books and ran to her locker just like she always does. And as fast as the speed of light can do it, she snatched a brown envelope with her name printed in bold letters and sprinted down the hall hurriedly.

Why was she running? She had no idea why. Then there's absolutely no reason for her to be in a hurry. But then why wouldn't her legs slow down? Dear legs, please slow down, sounded absolutely stupid when the fact that they seem really uncontrollable right now. They just keep on dragging her to whatever new hallway they turn to, nearly bumping into several, innocent middle school students in the process.

This feels like Temple Run, she thought.

Only absolutely nothing was chasing her and she didn't need to jump over cliffs and roots.

She checked the time: 10:28 AM. She knew she wasn't late for anything. Or was she?

After shoving past more bewildered kids crowded in one hallway, she bolted through the next one leading to the fifth grade classrooms, then, took a sharp turn to the left towards a rather deserted hallway.

Surprisingly, she slowed down a bit and began to walk (or rather trudge) normally. When she saw the English teachers' faculty room, it was then she realized where her legs were supposedly taking her. She gulped. She knew exactly what she needed to do.

And it was entirely important. Thank God her legs were smart. At least they remembered.

She swallowed, and then knocked thrice heavily on the wooden door with a see-through window.

Even if the five teachers inside didn't say anything that would allow her to come in, she entered anyway. Mindful of her manners, she greeted them.

"Good Morning," she bowed respectfully with hands behind her back holding the brown envelope. This is so unlike me, She thought.

Their eyes were wide in shock and disbelief at what she did.

"Good Morning, Miss Beifong," the first teacher to greet her was Ms. Yangchen, her own English teacher. She was a young looking woman holding a mug steaming with brewed coffee. "That was so unusual of you, by the way," She smiled and took a sip.

Toph was confused. She racked her head to find a smart comeback to what the teacher said. But all that came out of her mouth was, "Huh?"

The teacher laughed softly then shook her head at her. "So I trust that you're done with your essay? You're the only one that hasn't passed, you know. Thankfully, you made it here just in time or I would've considered your work late."

Yangchen may be the only teacher in the whole damn school that Toph actually liked; maybe because of the fact that she's always relaxed and nice to all the other students. Everyone loved her. So patient and peaceful, she was like a nun. Heaven only knows, she might even be one disguised as a teacher. And she'd get along with almost anyone she'd happen to meet. Toph was only lucky that she was her English teacher.

"Yep. It took me all night." Toph smiled casually and handed the brown envelope to her.

The teacher set down her mug printed with a Chinese word that Toph thought probably meant 'Air' or 'Wind' and took the brown envelope to examine her student's work.

Even before she started reading the essay, Yangchen didn't need glasses to see the errors. So she read it with ease. Her eyes scanned the paper that she held firmly on her hands. When she frowned at her student's essay, Toph could've sworn she felt her hands sweating and trembling in nervousness.

"So? How did I do?" she smiled nervously as if she didn't do anything wrong.

The teacher pondered for a short moment. Then turned to her trembling student, "Are you sure you're the one who wrote this?" she asked quizzically.

"Umm . . . yeah. But I sorta had help, you know."

"Then, Toph, can you explain how come your work has selectively blue underlined words on it with additional superscripts?"

Okay, she got me, Toph thought. It's over. I failed English.

"Umm . . . we ran out of black ink?" she was obviously lying. The teachers who spectator the whole scene aren't stupid enough to believe that she was. She looked over to her left and right for a better answer to the problem.

Where the hell are those spirits when you need them? She asked no one in particular.

Realizing her loss, she sighed and admitted the truth. "Okay fine. I got so lazy so I copy-pasted my work from Wikipedia. Then I accidentally forgot about the blue words with underlines and superscripts so, yeah. As you can see, that's my finished product."

Yangchen's smile faded that now her lips were drawn to a thin line in disappointment. She crossed her arms and told her, "You do realize what you have done could fail you."

Toph nodded. "I know, but . . . I was so much in a hurry last night that I just ended up doing the shortcut of what I'm supposed to do. And plus, it was a really hard topic."

The teacher sighed and dropped Toph's 'work' in the trash. Toph felt quite offended. Yet, she didn't show any disappointment.

Yangchen cast her eyes down. Toph knew that she's planning to fail her. But unlike most subjects, she desperately wanted to pass this one. She didn't know the reason why. It was all too surprising. Maybe it's because she pitied the especially kind teacher. Or maybe because flunking English will really be humiliating.

It's probably the second reason. She thought.

The teacher, although was supposedly going to fail her student, wanted to help her and was actually planning on giving her another try.

She sighed. If she fails this one, no more third chances. Reluctantly, she approached Toph. "Okay, listen. I'm sorry to tell you this, but I cannot accept your work. You should've been the one who wrote it, and then I would've accepted it. But for now, I'm sorry to tell you, Toph, it ends up in the trash."

Ouch.

Toph didn't really care if she threw the essay away. Heck, she won't even care if she'd burn it. That is, unless she worked her sorry ass just to finish it herself.

"So let me guess. I failed, didn't I?" she asked.

"Let me ask you this, Toph. Do you want to fail my subject?"

" . . . No." she knew the answer to this. "Flunking English would be humiliating."

"So is failing Math, Biology and History, dear. That's all I hear from all those other teachers: Toph Beifong this and Toph Beifong that. I mean, Don't you ever get tired of it?"

Toph sighed. "I know. I don't get why I'm so lazy. I always find these subjects so . . . uninteresting. Unlike the subject you teach, I guess."

Yangchen thought for a moment. Maybe a second chance would definitely be good. She walked to her table and opened up a folder which contains easy topics to what she was planning for Toph to do for extra credit. She ran her index finger through the few easy categories until it finally rested on something that made her smile.

"Toph," she called to her. As the girl approached the table, Yangchen was holding something for her to see.

"Umm . . . what's this?" she took the paper in her hands and let her eyes scan through it.

"Listen. I know you don't want to fail my subject."

Toph scoffed. "Obviously."

"So, I'm giving you a second chance." The teacher smiled.

Toph gaped. Did she hear her right? She nearly slapped herself to check if she was dreaming. She didn't really do that; Although she did try to pinch her arm. That didn't work either. So this means she was awake.

Heavens, she is a nun. She thought. More like a saint.

She nearly jumped for joy and squealed like a preppy cheerleader she used to know.

"A-are you serious?" she asked, astonished.

"Yes."

Huzzah!

Toph let herself recover from being hysterical until she could ask her next question. "Okay," she took a deep breath. Yey! I'm not going to fail English! "So, what do you want me to do?"

"I'm going to let you write another essay. Only this time it's longer and this time, you won't be able to copy-paste this anywhere."

Umm . . . did she just say that I'm supposed to write another essay?

Toph's rather excited face turned to a face full of horror. Another essay! No, no, I take what I said about her being a saint earlier. She can't possibly make her write another one. Or can she?

Damn . . .

"Brace yourself for the topic, my dear."

Awkwardly, Toph did what she was just told even though it was an idiomatic expression. She crossed her fingers, then her toes.

"It's about your best friend."

Toph's eyes widened to the size of a tarsier's.

Wait . . . what?

She couldn't possibly make her write a totally embarrassing topic made for kids. It felt so . . . kindergarten-ish. Only eight year olds are meant to write it. Heck, it's even for toddlers the size of munchkins. It's all too easy.

Ignoring her student's sudden change of expression, she continued to explain. "I want you to write at least fifty, did you hear what I said, Toph? At least fifty things about him or her, printed on clean sheets of bond paper. Support your topics, okay? You have a month and fifteen days to finish that. The first day starts today. If you fail to pass this in time and if you fail to do the assignment, I'm sorry to tell you, I will fail you. You understand?"

Toph nodded slowly, still looking shocked. Fifty things about my best friend, She shrugged. Seems easy enough.

Way too easy, you mean. Eight year olds can do it.

But then her teacher's words echoed in her mind, I will fail you. . . that's when she felt scared. Toph gulped. She was too distracted that she didn't even notice her teacher giving out the assignment written on a clean sheet of bond paper.

"Remember, Toph," she said. "You have a month and fifteen days. So please, don't waste your time."

Without saying any further explanations, Toph was ushered out of the faculty room's exit.

When she was finally outside, she let all that fear be washed out. What was she afraid of while she was in there anyway? She did have best friend, right? So there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Then it dawned to her the reason why she felt the need to panic.

Her best friend was Twinkletoes.

Damn . . .

So I bet all of you guys heard about that addicting game called 'Temple Run' you play on your iTouch, iPad, iPhone or anything that starts with a small 'I' except iCarly? I actually based the first part of this chapter on the game, if you've noticed.

We all have those epic fail Wikipedia attempts, right?

To Be Continued . . .