OH MY GOD PEOPLE LIKE THIS. NOW I FUCKING HAVE TO UPDATE OR ELSE I'LL FEEL LIKE TRASH. Like I was planning a nice vacation in the Bermuda triangle known as Quotev because I am the biggest procrastinator ever, but for you all, I'll actually update.

I blame you, Queen Snakemas.

"To be or not to be, that isn't the question because this isn't Hamlet." Mr. Caulfield said, hitting his ruler against his desk for the class to quiet down. You happily filed into your desk and held the summary Kuroha did for you. After you returned last night to your house, he left shortly after. Well, not after you made him return Andrew's car keys. You wanted to know where he went during the night, but he firmly refused to answer. He did, however, follow you to school. You were verily concerned for him even being around such a large gathering of people.

You were really happy that you could finally be around your favorite anime character, in real life, without feeling much threat as the past two days with Kuroha. Miracle, perhaps? Maybe. Maybe the wishing star from Pinocchio finally threw it's sack of wishing dust on you and got you stuck with a wish that you didn't want, mostly. That wouldn't surprise you anymore. You desperately wanted to tell Jeremiah, or the girls in the corner. Heck, you just wanted to tell someone about this amazing change of fate.

"So, pass your papers forward. Hopefully, you put more effort into them then slapping down the word 'The' and calling it a day's work. Which is probably more than I've done on my November writing challenge." Mr. Caulfield muttered the last bit. You passed your paper up, and Mr. Caulfield took them up. He slammed them down on Brandy's desk and shuffled them up. "I know that most of you would die of embarrassment if I read your papers out loud, so let's all imagine that these are written by Fluffy and I'll read a few out loud."

There was a bit of laughter as he pulled out a random one from the stack. "Basically, a lot of people die and Romeo and Juliet fall in love within a day because they're idiots." There was even more laughter heard from the room, and you noticed Brantely looking high and mighty. Must be his paper. It didn't surprise you any.

"Well, Fluffy, it's certainly shorter than what I wanted, but it works." The snake had no response. It curled up in it's tank, and Mr. Caulfield dramatically rolled his eyes. "Drama queen. Okay, next paper." He read off a couple more, and you drifted off into your imagination before a moment of silence hit, and Caulfield paced around the front of the classroom. he silently read off the paper with a surprised expression.

"Holy..." He muttered.

"What does it say?" A girl named Caroline asked in a whiny tone.

"Well, let's say Fluffy went... kinda deep. Romeo and Juliet is simply one of the marvels of the flawed human nature, showcasing the downfalls of two ignorant humans with their idiocy they describe as love. It's one of the grand stories that people tend to ignore because it's simply boring and outdated to them, but it implores a strong genre that shows how, in simpler terms, there is no happy ending in real life for greed and stupidity." Brantely stupidly clapped and hooted, making the class laugh again.

"There's a lot more, but that's the opening paragraph." You noticed him glance at you. You shivered, and he laid the papers on his desk. "Well, enough of that. We have about... mm, thirty minutes left. I think we can bum off of the rest of the class by starting Act 2. Because I honestly bet none of you got any of that last night with the old English and all."

"Why can't we read modern things instead of this junk?" Brantely asked.

"Because the school board says that if I try to bring in Twilight again, they'll set my degree on fire." Even he laughed at his joke a bit. "The next book will be relatively... upbeat. And I mean that sarcastically. It seems like all the literature they chose for me to make you read is downright depressing. Ah well, guess you can't pretty up everything in life. Alrighty, now. Get out your packets and flip to the second act."

You smiled and dug into your backpack for the packet and noticed that it wasn't there. You frowned and dug deeper, going through all the pockets. Not there, not there, definitely not there. You didn't have it. Great. Kuroha must still have it, or shredded it up. More or less, you were screwed. You didn't want Mr. Caulfield to yell at you, so you pulled out a medium sized pack of paper and pretended that it was your packet.

"Also, I'm going to be calling on people to read."

Dammit.

You sat there nervously, hiding from Mr. Caulfield's sight. He kept calling on the general misbehaving kids, and they read it obnoxiously to gain a laugh. They earned your eye roll for disapproval, that's for sure. Eventually, Mr. Caulfield decided to read his own act. It was probably because he just wanted to get it done and out of the way, and avoid these kid's trolling.

"Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, and sails upon the bosom of the air. Basically, this idiot is looking at Juliet and is in love." He stretched out the vowels in love childishly. Alright, _, it's your turn to read." Your mouth dropped open and went dry. Curses!

"I- erm..." You stuttered.

"Did you loose your page? Page 6, or 7. Yeah, it's 7," He actually had to hold his packet up and look at it, "paragraph 3."

"Damn it, Dammit! I wish that Kuroha had given my packet back!" You thought internally. You felt a strange sensation snap through your head, and you felt dizzy. The door to the classroom snapped open, and once your sight went back to normal, you saw Kuroha, swinging the packet around in the air and hanging on the classroom door. Mr. Caulfield was startled, as well as the rest of the classroom.

"O MASTER, MASTER! WHEREFORE ART THOU, MASTER?" He yelled. Your head hit the desk. Hard. "That was the next part of the passage, I believe."

"Who... even are you?" Mr. Caulfield asked. Fluffy raised up from it's tank and looked over at the other fellow reptile.. thing. Kuroha smirked.

"Well, I have no name, but some people tend to call me Kuroha." You heard his boots click against the tile and something drop on your head. Muttering was also heard. His footsteps faded away, and the door closed violently. Raising your head up, you saw the class looking at you. You felt horrified, and Mr. Caulfield adjusted in his seat.

"Alright, then. Next passage. I swear. Teenagers and their Hot Topic."

Enjoy this short update that amounts to nothing.