The board. The nastiest place in school, when you have no idea what to answer and do. A nervous look is focused on it, on the green surface, which demands some kind of action from him. He looks at the sentence he just wrote, trying to understand what he needs to do. Next to the nervous skeleton, there is another one, thoughtfully treating what he is writing. Horror looks at Last out of the corner of his eye, reflecting in his gaze the hope for some kind of help. Only no one is in a hurry to show it. The skeleton is so carried away by the tasks set before him that he absolutely does not notice other people's hints. Only a muffled cough makes him look at the one-eyed boy and run his gaze over his task. Everything seems clear. His hand reaches for someone else's task to help unnoticed.
- So, Last. Well done, sit down.
Horror was deprived of any hope of salvation. The assistant who just appeared has to leave. Only Last's apologetic look, filled with a grain of sympathy, fills him with energy before he is left alone with such a terrible green monster.
Leaky has to stare dully, nervously scribble something, correcting the written letters, because they are "sloppy". The teacher is in no hurry to hurry him. He sits, staring at the computer monitor, while his fingers run over the keys. Thus, he builds up the atmosphere for the loner left at the board. Although in fact, he also gives hope that someone will be able to somehow prompt him from his place.
Someone knocks on the office door, and in the next seconds a skeleton filled with bright shades of yellow bursts into it, and after him drags a black substance, deprived of any strength and desire to be here. Dream looks around the office, looks for his friends and starts waving to them, and then remembers that there are others here besides them.
- Sorry for being late. Can I sit down?
The living substance always surprised the Russian language teacher. So strange and sticky in appearance, but still creates a feeling of neatness and seriousness. He nods to him, but the restless one, who brazenly managed to greet everyone when entering, the teacher calls to the board to help Horror. At least some salvation for the poor guy. Dream himself now hung at the board. Looking down, he began to explain something to the red-eyed one, not quite understanding whether he was doing everything right. The teacher did not appear, listened, but did not look at them and all this time managed to click something on the keyboard.
A familiar, disgusting and viscous feeling when you know what needs to be done. Confident in his knowledge and understanding, but there is that strange doubt that makes you worry about the possibility of doing everything wrong. No one wants to get a stupid grade right away.
The two students fell silent and waited in silence for someone to pay attention to them, leaving that damn computer alone. Horror thought that Dream was very good at such tasks when he tried to explain it to him with confidence. It was such a pleasant feeling of being covered and supported. Happiness's reputation in his eyes grew right before his eyes, although he already knew that he could rely on his classmate at some points. The stiffness and awkwardness of the yellow-eyed boy could hardly shine through in the ferret's eyes. Only now did he realize that his assistant was the same student as he was. He tried to do something, to understand, to explain, to instill hope, because he saw that Horror was terribly nervous and looked lost, but at the same time he was just as nervous. A grin was reflected on the face of Horror. In such a situation, it seemed so funny and amusing to him, but he was in no hurry to comment once again.
- We're done - he said. Dream was too embarrassed and did not want to attract other people's attention, so he had to do it.
They really paid attention to them, looked at how the guys placed commas in a compound sentence and at how they did a morphological analysis of the words highlighted on the board.
A quick glance ran across the board, after which he looked at these two.
- They forgot to indicate the gender, but otherwise it's fine. Finish writing and sit down.
The two students looked at each other with childish joy, as if at that moment they were the closest friends in the world and they had just been through some trouble together and successfully resolved the situation. Horror reached out to the skeleton, walking past him to his seat. Dream quickly got the hint and, overflowing with positive emotions, gave him a high five before he walked past and finished writing what was necessary and headed to the seat next to Blue.
The black skeleton, watching all this, looked like he had just seen a cow excrement... White, strange squares passed over his body. He rolled his eyes, looking down at the notebook.
- Wow, what an achievement. Joy even flashed into his pants - Error muttered under his breath, starting to irritably scribble something in the draft.
Their class was not the best or the calmest. These kids could fight not only with the guys However, this did not prevent the fact that there was always such an atmosphere between them that everyone could calmly help each other in some situation. Each of them had their own character. Far from sweet, sometimes harmful to the point of pain and irritating. Everyone had their own flaw. The same Dream. Sometimes he was so carried away by his ideas, desires and plans that he could not always show sensitivity. But this did not make him a bad skeleton. He sincerely tried to be more understanding to others, but as soon as he got fired up by something of his own, it became difficult to stop.
That is why he burst into the office, right after Nightmare knocked on the door and ran to greet his friends. He wanted to chat with them so much, to spend another day, that he completely forgot about cultural measures. Due to the fact that he was landed by punishment near the board, he also paid attention to Horror standing next to him, still trying to help him.
And Error? Oh... Here he is, one of the nastiest skeletons in this place. You have to look hard to find such a jerk. Sometimes he even sucked up to the teachers and Killer and Dust, and sometimes Nightmare, too, and his hands itched to hit him harder when he exposed them. He could hit himself and he himself could run into someone else's fist. Schoolchildren have quite a lot of oddities. They are not always logical, not always reasonable, and they often give in to incomprehensible desires and sharp outbursts of emotions that come from nowhere. Often they even wanted to look cool and important in their own eyes, or at least in their own stories.
Now Error forgot that they could hear him now. Nightmare was sitting next to him, who himself was not very happy with the oddities and bursts of energy from his brother. It sometimes seemed to him that his joyful relative was excessively disgracing him in front of others with his antics and childish stupidities. He himself forgot that they were still young and had plenty of time to go crazy and allow themselves to be cheerful and stupid. He was now as irritated by this stupid cuteness as Glitch, but he could not support it. There was constant tension between them and a constant desire to prick each other.
- It reminded me of you when you boast, like a dog when he added 2 2 at the board. If you had a tail, you would command them. Dog.
Glitch's gaze rose to this bastard. Out of nowhere, he decided to show off. His eyes immediately reflected his desire to shit on the freak at that very moment, but he could not make a scene in front of the teacher. Therefore, he had to answer in a quiet tone.
- And I don't even need to imagine you with a tail. You have four of them. Should I praise you, huh? Well...~ what a good Nightmare~ You distinguished the prefix from the suffix. Phew! - At the end of his own words, he could not stand it and giggled almost at the same time, the calls rang almost at the same time, notifying the students that they could go and burst out from the bottom of the table It was convenient for him to remove the tentacle, but it seemed to be the word from the interlocutor and he would release them, Fresh jumped out between them and went down the knees so that his face was between their heads! Words. The skeletons, who had just been glaring at each other, looked in shock at the fleeing face. Your mother. What color did some idiot just insult them for? from parallel classes, but also with each other.