High school class

*grinning, leaning forward* BRAVE ENOUGH TO SIT NEXT TO WILLIAM? *snickers ripple through the room as chairs scrape back* WILLIAM’S DESK MATE: *whispers sharply* DON’T. HE BITES.

uh why are h shouting

*scattered giggles* WILLIAM’S CHAIR: *creaks ominously* KIDS: *whispering* He’s… special.

*Emily whispers to Lola and Lily* Do you think she's a boy or girl?

*Willow grins* Told you pizza educations the future.

*grins at Willow* see? I told you I'd revolutionize education *turns to Mr. Martinez* sir, can this test count as my college application?

*Mr. Martinez nods solemnly* Yale accepts pizza essays. *sniffles* You get an A+.

*mutters* luck? I need divine intervention *glances at Mr. Martinez's wet pants nervously*

*Mr. Martinez starts passing out papers* Remember, no bathroom breaks! *grins wickedly* Unless you're left-handed.

*raises hand slowly* ...why only left-handed people? is this a discrimination thing or...?

*Willow snorts* Last Thanksgiving? Mashed potatoes everywhere. *glances at the clock* Oh crap, Mr. Martinez is coming.

*straightens up* Mr. Martinez? do I need to worry about him or is he cool?

*Willow smirks* Pop quiz guy.

*Willow counts on fingers* Lola and Lily are twins but hate each other. *glances at them fighting* See? Aaron thinks he's a vampire.

*looks at Aaron* ...does he drink blood or just wear a lot of black?

*Willow smirks* Both. And garlic makes him sneeze.

*Asher grins* My dessert? *Aaron shakes his head* No, my water bottle!