Aaron Cole (If Aaron smiled, this is what he would look like😳)

                Calvin Raines

(Again, I don't know who these people are. If you know their actual names, please comment it)

Aaron's POV

     This is so boring. I've been in history class for 10 minutes and I'm already sleepy. I mean, there's no point in learning history.

1) Everyone in history is already dead. They would probably be bored of history too.

2) Teachers say that by learning history, we won't make the same mistakes we did in the past. That's bullshit on so many levels. For example, if we had WW1,why did WW2 happen? Or slavery, if you ensave people once, they'll eventually free themselves.

Whether we learn history or not, people are gonna continue to repeat it over and over and...

"Mr. Cole, can you answer this question please?"

"What question, the one you just asked or the one on the board?"

"The one on the board" The teacher starts tapping her shoe, her impatience seeping into her voice.

The question is "Why did slavery start?" Easy enough.

"Slavery started 'cause humans are lazy, money-hungry assholes."

All eyes are staring at me and a few snickers are heard throughout the classroom.

"Watch your language Aaron! The next time you do something like this I'm sending you to the principal's office. Understand?"

"Yup" I popped the "p" just to get on her nerves.

Of course, that was a lie. Like hell I'm gonna keep my mouth shut, but if she wants me to, I'll respect her wishes...  for today. I put my head on my desk and go to sleep. Its my last class anyways.

Shake, shake. Someone's shaking me.

"Fuck off. Lemme sleep" I say groggily.

"Come on, I wanna get there early."

I raise my head and see my best/only friend, Calvin. I see his green-blue eyes pleading with me to get up behind his black thick framed glasses. He has fluffy dark brown hair that curls at the tips.

He moves his head and his hair bounces on his head. Its adorable. If Calvin were to be next to a cinnamon bun, no would could tell the difference between him and the cinnamon bun.

To put it simply, my best friend is the real life Midoriya from Boku no Hero Academia.

"Where is 'there'?"

"The carnival!" Calivin flaps his arms in an attempt to show me the importance of a carnival.

"Why don't you go yourself?"

"I'll be lonely" he pouts, giving me the abandoned puppy look.

"Well, I can't let a child go out alone, you might get kidnapped" I say with a smirk.

Calvin's 17 years old, but being 5'4 he looks 14.

"I hate you, meanie, I'll go by myself and have fun BY MYSELF."

Calvin starts to walk away slowly, hesitating at the door in hopes I'll follow him. I sigh and get up. I have nothing better to do anyways. I run up to Calvin, grab him a choke hold and have him walk with me.

"Cheeky bastard." I say.

"Narcissistic jerk" he immediately replies.

We both smile as we're on our way to the carnival.