~De-crowning The Kings~

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~© 2020 Shmittylove_~

"If I put an uncooked egg into a freezer, will it come out boiled?" Amy questions inquisitively.

"Nope." I reply popping the p. "But it will eventually come out frozen." I lean back into my chair, and whisper back.

How did she even get to that conclusion?

Once again, and for the second time today—I have maths. Amy too is in the same class as me, and we basically chat our way through Mrs Longbottom's Factorization of Trigonometry sums session.

"You two girls at the back, did you hear what I just said to the rest of the class?" Mrs Longbottom accuses.

"Off course we didn't." Amy chirps, and the class erupts into giggles.

Being the dramatic person I am, I place my hand on my heart and feign a sigh. "Two years. Two-whole-years, and you still don't know our names. I'm hurt Cindy." I emphasize trying not to laugh.

Mrs Longbottom scowls and pushes back her square rimmed glasses up her nose. Her messy curly hair spikes out if it's bun and she scrunches up her yellow floral skirt-something she does when she's about to dish out punishments.

All in all, my maths teacher looks like a hippie. But the cringe type.

"Well can you and your friend please hurt yourself all the way to the gymnasium hall with the pool and wash all the swim teams towels and uniform. And while your at it, clean the pool too."

Amy shots up from her seat to protest, "But every child has the right to education, you can't do that. We're supp-."

"And education is exactly what I am offering you by cleaning. People sometimes fall on hard times, it would be beneficial to have an extra set of skills just incase..."

The class erupts into 'oohhs' and 'shhhnaps'.

Amy lets out a snort, "This is coming from a teacher with the name Cinderella and has Longbottom as a surname." She deadpans.

And that ladies and gentleman, is how we got break detention.

"Her face was priceless." Amy gushes as she practically does nothing.

And best friend award goes to...Amy Foster.

"My badass-ness is beginning to run off on you, huh?" I say smirking whilst practically doing nothing either.

What? I'm allowed to be lazy too.

Amy snorts "Oh please, if you're badass then colour me sassy, or bold, or..."

"Okay, I get it, you over analysing bookworm." I laugh waving her off.

Amy shots me a playful glare and before I know it, I'm pushed into the pool, and a wave of ice cold water washes over me. I splatter up to the surface and start coughing nonstop.

I look up at Amy and see her laughing her butt off on the floor. Seeing an opportunity, I grab her ankle and heave her body into the pool and she lets out a loud shriek.

I was now laughing like a mad man on steroids when the gymnasium hall doors open. I quieten down and both Amy and I try and sink down to the bottom of the pool.

Just imagine what a sight that must be; two teenagers sucking in air to make themselves 'heavier' so that they can touch the bottom of the pool.

Such dumb geniuses we are.

"What the..." Is all I hear and I shot up and let out a huge breath, taking in oxygen. When I recovered, I look up and see James smiling but looking at me weirdly.

"Oh hi, James." I greet casually, like I was not trying to be a fish two seconds ago.

"Ellie, what are you doing in here?" James asks, crouched by the edge of the pool.

Oh you know—drowning and stuff. The usual.

"Breathing exercises. We were doing breathing exercises." I blurt out.

James mutters an 'mmh'. That's probably because he doesn't look convinced in the slightest bit.

"Does your friend know I can see her?"

Realisation wacks me in the face and I signal for Amy to come up. She comes up instantaneously and gasps out loud.

"Took you so long." She mumbles besides me.

I playfully roll my eyes at her and turn to face James momentarily. "James, met Amy, my best friend and Amy, met James my guy friend." I say introducing the two.

Amy giggles.

Yes, she giggles.

"Don't be silly Ellie. James and I met at the party and English class."

Surprised with this new info, I clap my hands together in a cheery manner. "Well then; since you two know each other, you James can help us finish washing the swim towels."

Amy chuckles and James puts his hand on his heart feigning shock, "If I knew I was going to be used as manual labour, I should have just stayed at home and done the chores or something."

Amy and I both duplicate his actions and feign shock too. "Did he just call us what I think he called us?" Amy questions in the most posh tone ever.

"Yes." I reply still in role play, "I believe he just called us his mother."

Amy gives me a weird look, "I was kinda going for slave master, or some sort of labour bad guy; but mother works."

I give her a funny look and three seconds later, all three of us are heaving and wheezing on the floor.

James ended up helping us clean, which shocked the daylights outta me. We had to get new clothes, but my dear best friend always had a few extra hoodies and tights in her locker incase of emergencies. 

I'm lying.

Amy has a whole locker to herself which she forced the school to give here, that has over ten fricking outfits!

Ladies and gentlemen, my best friend is certifiably crazy...

And that coming from me...the manager of my own asylum in my head called overthinking...I tend to overthink to the point where my conclusion almost always inevitably concludes to a tub and ice-cream and oreo biscuits...such is life.

The rest of the day went exceptionally well and not once did I bump into Phoenix which was a major plus on my side.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the dude; I just loathe his existence...

The school day ended, and as our usual routine; Amy and I went to  Starbucks and got ice coffee, and took a short walk to her house which was right around the corner.

Have a good ass day.

Lots of fricking love!