.:Foxleap's POV:.

The bells rings for 1st period, and I head into Mr. Dust's science room. The door is already open, and I remember him saying "You just walk in. You don't wait outside the door – you kids are ninth graders, not one of those despicable and whiny 8th graders." To be honest, I do take offense to that, since he probably said the same thing to the sophomores now last year.

Yes, last year. The school recruits only freshmen, but once you enter the boarding school, it is recommended that you return to the school over and over again until you graduate. Recommended as it "you have to or you have to fill out a bunch of stupid grown-up papers that don't even make sense."

So I enter the room. People pile in a few moments later, filling up all the seats in the room.

"Hello Thunders and the people in the other teams! Though Thunder is the best team," Mr. Dust bellows as he throws down a newspaper that was hiding his face earlier. I swear – that teacher has a obsession with newspapers. The one that he was just holding up was outdated, published in 2012, and the headlines screamed "The End of the World." How misleading...the world hasn't ended, I'm still alive, and it's 2016.

Mr. Dust never takes role, which is good. I hate having to say "I'm here" or in the case of my history teacher, Mrs. Sandy, "Good morning/afternoon Mrs. Sandy." There's absolutely no point in taking role, just assume everyone's here and get going. The teachers that take role *cough*cough* Mrs. Sandy *cough*cough* spent the whole first day where we got to go meet the teachers taking role. And we were all there. I helpfully suggested that they should do a head count instead, but the teachers just yelled at me.

"Alright you people!" boomed Mr. Dust after a moment's pause to make stuff more dramatic (duh). I think that the first day he had a cough or something like that, so he couldn't be loud as heck.

"So the first thing we do today is on how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," Mr. Dust continued, passing out white index cards to each person. "Give complete instructions."

He rolled the word complete long enough for the smarter people to know what he's saying. I'm not dumb, but I consider myself about average since I didn't know what the heck he's talking about.

A girl with jet black hair with a brown highlights raised her hand and Mr. Dust calls on her after giving her the glare.

"What do you mean by complete?" she questions. I'm sitting in the back of the room, so I can see that she has a book on her knees. A heard a few people shoot a glance over at the girl with her book, but no one gave her away. Yet.

"I mean complete as in complete," Mr. Dust says after staring at her for a long time. I can see that's she's kind of uncomfortable, but she hides it. I know that if I were in her shoes, I would just melt and cover my face. I mean it in both sayings – me literally being in her shoes and me being in her place.

"What did you do this summer, Hazeltail?" Mr. Dust states, as if it's not a question, and instead, a sentence. The girl, Hazeltail or whatever, stares at the teacher for a moment.

"I became fat, ate food, and went to a Taylor Swift concert," she replies cheerfully. Hazeltail closes her book shut when Mr. Dust stops and glances at the clock across the room.

"You know, I wonder if Taylor Swift would still have songs to write about if she stops dating," Mr. Dust scoffs. "She sucks." Who the hell is Taylor Swift? And what does dating have to do with music anyway? Oh well, it's Tail Swift's problem.

Mr. Dust walks away, going over to his desk probably to read more outdated newspapers. Hazeltail raises her chin defiantly, her stance rigid. This Tally Swipe must be a really great person then. I should search that name up on google.

"Taylor Swift is awesome, you dimwit," she mutters, but Mr. Dust doesn't seem to hear it. I came up with the conclusion has kind of deaf, since I could hear it fine. Hazeltail bends down to start writing on her index card.

I look down on my index card, and wonder what complete instructions are. I think it's just instructions on how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Easy.

- First, you grab a knife and dip it in the peanut butter jar

- Then, you take it out with a lot of peanut butter on it and spread it one piece of bread

- Repeat instructions for the jelly

- Slam the bread together and eat it

I'm pretty sure I did it right, and is finished already, but why are the other people still writing? Maybe they're just slow. I remember in troll face memes where the character, Derp, finishes his test before other people did and sits there waiting for the other people to finish. Then after it's too late, he figures out there was a back side of the test.

I flip my index card over. Nothing, just a blank white space to draw or write your name. Am I forgetting something?

I just wait until the bell rings to turn in my card.

I lied. This chapter isn't about shopping for stuff, so ha ha. Now, the timeline is a little strange, so let's put it here – this is a look to the future. Whereas it is Saturday for Ivypool and all the other people (in the last chapter) the boring shopping scene that's going to be in the next chapter has already happened. And the robotics meet, but I'll worry about that later.

Also, see my profile. Or if you're to lazy to do that, just PM me if you want to proofread my essays for school. There are hard times ahead of me, and I've had like three essays already during my first two weeks. :/

QUESTION OF THE DAY

Who is your most hated female character in warriors? Male? (I know I've already asked who's your most hated character, but this time, I thought it'll be more interesting this way.) (To me, there's no such thing as gender, but to many other people, it makes a HUGE difference. :P)

Bye, chickens are awesome, see you next week or month or whenever I update.

-Silver