Susie: ... it'd be a shame to make her bury her child

Susie: alright

let's get this over with 

Susie: we'll get more chalk

mosey back to class

and then, Kris...

Susie: you'll do our project

Susie: how's that sound

Susie: don't bother answering 

Susie: if you haven't gotten it by now...

Susie: your choices don't matter

Susie: let's go, freak

*the locker is covered in jockington memorabilia

*you look through the frosted window

*a blurry yellow object is teaching a bunch of blurry bored-looking objects

*are you ready for the sadie hawkman's dance?

*at this dance, all the chaperones wear giant hawk heads...

*... and screech at any students that make contacts while dancing

*you drank form the water fountain

Susie: heheh, people put their mouth on that, ya know 

Susie: Kris...?

Susie: what, realized the baby classroom  was a better fit for you?

Susie: hey, actually, let's not

Susie: wrong way, Kris

Susie: Kris...? you just gonna skip school...?

Susie: what, am I supposed to snitch on you?

that'd be rich, huh?