Hell.
I have now just seen Hell, it is as dreadful as its described, but not where it is said to be.
I now know the truth, it is in an old hot truck with your sister sitting beside you plotting your death, while four foreign boys are all squished up against each other. Teasing each other, complaining about the tacky itching uniforms, crying over road kill, continuously asking 'Are we there yet?'; it's enough to make a person yank out their own teeth.

"Can't we just chuck them in the cargo tray or tie them on the roof?" An annoyed groan caught my attention for a brief second before I swerved around a kangaroo corpse.

"Another one", a whining Canadian accent chimed in after I passed the dead roo.

I was seriously wanting to throw Matthew out and leave him stranded on the roadside where he can have all the stupid funerals and grieving time he wanted for the roadkill he came across.

Only five more kilometres to the school, I just need to stick it out for that long and then these foreigners are the school's issue; I'm gonna be Scott free for the next six hours then.

...

"Judy ya ol' dag! Be honest with me!" I was leaning up against the office counter having a friendly chatting with one of the office ladies, getting the boys timetable and guide sorted.

"Sorry Saga, but that's what Burnie had soughed out for the boys." She passed me all their timetables

"BULL DUST!" I yelled as I scanned over their classes, they were all placed in every single one of my classes.

"You do know that all these boys are basically kangaroos loose in the top paddock, yeah?" I questioned Judy, while listening to the boys asking each other for what that meant.

Judy's eyes bulged as she was fooled by my straight face and all the boys confused faces,"Fair dinkum? Well I don't know what I can do, other than let them at least trial the classes."

I sighed and usher the boys towards the exit,"righty'o then, catch ya later."

Today really wasn't going my way.

...

My nose was glued into my biology book, waiting in the classroom with the four, early. I know! I know! I'm not one for showing up on time and God forbid me being ahead of time, but today I just had to find a place to relax and unwind before I need to save the foreigners from nosy Aussies and thirsty sheilas.

A shadow casted over my book and I looked up with a raised eyebrow,"Geez, did someone steal your tea? Painful pommy!"

"Watch your mouth Acacia! What in heaven's name did you even say about us to that officer worker!?! The way you bloody Australians butcher the English language is utterly unbearable!" Arthur pushed close my book and laid it flat on the desk.

I shrugged my shoulders at him and reopened the book," I only told her that the four of you are all intellectually inadequate, but in simpler terms... Dumb dumbs. Remember to just call me Saga; the only thing that's unbearable is my first name."

Arthur seemed to almost blow up,"Bloody twit! How the hell does that even make sense!"

With a chuckle I closed my book and glanced up at the clock, the bell should ring any second now. Alfred and Francis seemed more than entertained enough at giggling over the pictures in the anatomy book; typical males. Matthew was patiently sitting beside me, waiting for the class to begin; I guess he has just been staring at a poster on photosynthesis that was mounted on the wall directly in front of him.

"G'day girly!"

A familiar voice caught both mine, Arthur's and Matthew's attention; a boy who was slightly taller than me (I blame his shoes) leaned in the doorway taking in all the new faces.

"Odd hair", Matthew silently muttered to himself.

"Ty!" I sprang out of my seat and pulled the boy into a head lock, ruffling up his styled hair.

"Saga! I missed ya so much! I've clearly been away for too long, who are this blokes?" Ty said while trying to free himself from my grip.

I finally let him go and whistled to get all they boys attention," Bushy brows is a pommy, answers to Arthur. Shy curl kid is a frozen yank, call him Matthew. Cowlick is an ever hungry yank, Alfred. Froggy with my hair is Francis."

Alfred jumped out of his seat and walked over to Ty, offering his hand,"Wassup' dude?"

Ty's hazel eyes glistened and he snatched Alfred's hand, but didn't shake it, instead brought it up to his lips and laid a soft kiss on the back of Alfred's hand."Such a treat, an exotic; tell me, is all types of marriages legal in America yet?" A devilish grin engulfed Ty's face as soon as he finished speaking.

Alfred whipped his head in my direction while Ty still held is hand in a firm grasp,"Is this dude --"

"He isn't the straightest board in the shed!" A laugh escaped my once composed face, then I laid a hand on Ty's shoulder to signal him to dial it down.

"Sorry mate, I'm a drama student and take every chance I get to mess with newbies; however I'm not the straights bloke either, so watch out." His laughter died down and then brightly smiled, while ruffling up his hair with his fingers,"Ty Fergusson, Saga's right hand man in all things... Um, yeah I gotta figure that out a little more."

"O'right, now that your done coming out again and traumatising Alfie ol' boy, why are you in the biology classroom?" I raised an eyebrow at Ty.

He shrugged his shoulders and sledded out of the doorframe into the hallway and went on his mary way to his class.

"What is with the pink hair?" A French accent filled the room.

I turned around and smiled at the boys,"Ty's mum and sister are both battling skin cancer, so he has had pink hair for the past two and a half years in honour of them. Interesting fact that is rather sad, but two out of three Australians will be diagnosed with some kind of skin cancer in their life. That's what we get for living in a sun-kissed country, so slip, slop, slap boys and stay outta the sun!"

I walked over to my seat with a heavy heart, Ty was such a strong person and I knew that at least one of them would point out his hair; I wish people would just let him be.

"Umm?"

I swivelled around in my seat to see a man with long brown hair tied back in a low ponytail and standing in the same place Ty was just occupying, confused by the presence of the foreigners.

"It's okay, the majority of them are all house broken." I nodded my head at the confused teacher, realising that my joke had calmed him down a bit.

I gestured to the boys to come next to me as the teacher approached the front of the room,"These are all of Burnie's relies, just a word to the wise; Smithy, be careful of the Pom, he's a nipper."

The biology teacher's name wasn't Smith nor Smithy, but actually Mr. Dailyonstompathyson; his first name is no better, way too complicated, so everyone just calls him Smithy. He's a naturalist, hippy, vegan kinda dude, which makes him one wack biology teacher, but ever since he joined our school my interest in biology has greatly risen and now is one of my favourite classes.

The ringing of the bell snapped me out of my daydreaming state and apparently I missed listening to the boys introducing themselves... WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?! SINCE WHEN DID EVERYONE GET HERE!?! The foreigners were surrounded by a herd of thirsty and space invasive hormonally unstable chicks who were literally laughing at every third word the foreigners uttered. In the back of the room were all the blokes, just standing there watching everything unfold, with curious looks on their faces, except for Dominic who was frowning when he heard Alfred mention something about playing football; I LOVE SEEING DOMINIC LIKE THAT!

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The fact about the skin cancer is true (well from when I last searched it up, about six months ago).

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly