.:Hazeltail's POV:.

Math is boring. I mean it genuinely. It's only fun when I do the problems right. Unfortunately, I always forget the negative sign for some reason, and it's so easy!

"Hey guys! Take out last night's homework in the workbook so I can come by and stamp it. After that, we'll review the test we took yesterday!" Mrs. Bright called cheerfully, sitting at her desk and updating our grades. Shoot, what if I got a horrible score on the test! Oh well, Mrs. Bright is nice so she'll probably let me retake it.

Now you may have already thought of how Mrs. Bright might look like. Yes, she gorgeous, for those of you who might be wondering. Probably an American, with a sharp, angular nose and tanned skin with long, straight blond or black hair that wears a long poka-dotted dress with high heels. Well, you're wrong if you thought of her like that. Mrs. Bright is actually Japanese, and has high cheekbones and pale skin. She wears a short black skirt, up to her knees and a pink T-shirt. Her hair is dark brown shoulder-length hair that has russet highlights in them. Her hair looks like springs with the faint curls near her shoulder that bounces gently when she strolls to the far corner where a bunch of papers are at and picks them up.

Oh, poop!

"I've graded these already and put the scores I my grade book," chirped Mrs. Bright, "you all did very well, aside from a few people that failed. The retake will be next Thursday."

Maybe I'm one of the few people that failed because I forgot to add the negatives and check my work.

Mrs. Bright started to pass all the papers out, but on one of the papers, she glanced at it in disapproval. Maybe it's mine?

No, thankfully it isn't. She takes the paper that she was staring at in the back and resumed passing the tests back out.

"Hazeltail."

Mrs. Bright smiled at he as she turned my test upside down. Is that a good thing? Or is that an evil smile?

I'm afraid to flip it around to see my grade, so I leave it like that.

"Okay," Mrs. Bright sighed, turning on the eno-board. "What I'm about to show you is a paradigm of what not to do on one of my tests."

She placed someone's test underneath the light thing for everyone to see.

The test is full of pictures and scribbles – on the side of the test, the person wrote "too cool for school." There's no numbers or any answers, but what there was on the front page is a large sanik face and messily drawn paw prints.

"This is not tolerable," Mrs. Bright said between gritted teeth. "I am not grading this, because Foxleap, since you didn't spend time on my test, why should I spend my valuable time grading your test for you?"

Foxleap. Who the hell is this guy?

Mrs. Bright flipped the paper over. Almost immediately, everyone snickered.

If you search up "Thug life" on Google, it'll most likely show you a picture of a circle with sunglasses and a cigarette sticking out of it's mouth. That's exactly what was drawn on the paper.

"Look!" Mrs. Bright shrieked, "he even drew someone smoking! Do you think this is appropriate for class?"

There's more sanik faces on the top of the paper, and a few numbers written down.

"No, of course it isn't appropriate! Foxleap, you're getting detention."

Mrs. Bright hastily scribbled something down on a piece of a pink half-sheet. "Go turn this into the office."

A red brown-ish hair boy in the back row sauntered to the front of the room and snatched it out of Mrs. Bright's hand.

"Okay, I'll go give this to the office dummies," he replied cheerfully. Foxleap started to dash out of the room.

"So Foxleap, are you going to draw all over my tests again?" Mrs. Bright asked, turning off the lighting gears. Everyone is silent.

"Maybe," he replied without hesitation.

"No! You get back here!" Foxleap reluctantly obeyed her and slowly staggered to Mrs. Bright, who was glaring daggers at him with genuine disapproval.

"Call your parents now."

Everyone gasped. Well, everyone except me. When a teacher from a public school tells you to call your parents, it's no big deal except that your parents would just yell at you for no reason. But for boarding school...that's another story. Foxleap could get expelled. Well, not my problem, I'm not the one doing anything, although I hope he doesn't, so they'll be something to laugh at in algebra.

Foxleap quickly dialed the numbers. Mrs. Bright stood there watching him like a hawk while tapping a foot on the floor.

"Hello?" he asked loudly. "What? Huh?"

"Foxleap, let me have the phone," Mrs. Bright ordered. Foxleap did what she told him to do, but I can't help but feel that something's going to happen.

"What? What'd you mean you don't know Foxleap?"

This cannot be happening. I swivel my head around to turn to at the russet haired boy's expression, but he remains still, emotionless. What's happening then? Oh wait...he's smirking.

Mrs. Bright slammed the phone down on the table.

"Foxleap. Go to the office. Actually go there, please."

And that's how the most boring class, Algebra one second period, became the most interesting class ever.

What do you guys think Foxleap did after he gave the phone to Mrs. Bright?

What do you think Hazeltail got on her test? (score out of 25.)

By the way, I know this is a few chapters back, but the unknown POV has nothing to do about the names of the cats.

-Silver