"Okay, Mr. Witwicky, you're up." The teacher said. Same walked over to the front of the class, being the last one to present for show and tell. He took his backpack and dumped its contents on the desk. "Sorry, I got a lot of stuff." He informed. "For my family-" He started but was interrupted by having a rubber band being launched directly at the side of his throat. "Who did- Who did that? People! Responsibility." The teacher stated, standing up from his seat.

'I hate this place' I thought, pinching the bridge of my nose. When I did my family genealogy report, I brought out clothing and jewelry that an ancestor of mine had, and explained what she did, even adding that she had a vision of giant, metal monsters that came from the stars, bring their war from their world to ours and all that.

I zoned out, looking around the room, not interested in this. My face scowled more when he started to attempt to sell some of his great-great grandfather's stuff. But, what caught my attention was the familiar looking glasses. 'There they are! He has them!' I thought in shock before putting a hand over my mouth to cover my smirk. "I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen pretty cool things." He added before the teacher interrupted. "Are you going to sell me his liver?" He rhetorically asked, his voice filled with sarcasm.

"Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell, this is the 11th grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing." He added. "I know, I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going towards my car fund. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take PayPal. Cold hard cash works, too. And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day." Sam said, before the teacher tried to get him to stop. "Sorry. Um... Unfortunately, my great-great grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man that he thought he discovered." Sam said, holding up two different pieces of paper, one was about his great-great grandfather, and another showing one of the 'strange symbols' his relative wrote down.

But, he was interrupted by the bell. "Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight." The teacher said loudly as everyone gathered their things and left, leaving Sam with the teacher.

"Here, you want? Here, 50. 40? 30?" Sam bargained as everyone left, but when I left the classroom, I leaned against the wall, waiting for him to come out. I overheard him trying to convince the teacher to give him an 'A' so then he could get a car. Until he finally convinces him to give him an A, he left, and scream when he noticed me.

"Oh, I, uh... didn't see you there." He said. "I get that a lot. So... is anyone else buying those glasses?" I asked. "Uh, n-no. Why? You want it?" He questioned. "How much is it?" I asked, getting off the wall. "$20." He said. "Deal. But, I don't have my money on me, so I'll just go over to your house to get it." I said, shaking his hand and left. 'That was easier than I thought it was' I thought as I left the school with a sinister grin on my face.

Finally...

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