Brianna's POV

Do doo, getting out of this classroom as fast as I can, do do doooooo. Let me present my frustration in a imitation of the one, the only, Adelaide. Do you know the answer to problem 2? What's number 8? Is this spelled right? How do you spell ''atrocious"? Why does Mrs. Rivera keep staring at my fabulous pen? Who are you talking to? I look at her. I like at myself, confused whether she was talking to me or not.

She nods her head. "What?" I ask.

"You're talking to yourself," she says, stopping herself from continuing her test anymore.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Isn't that kinda weird?" she asks.

"Oh look, a bird!" I point out the window and say to try and distract her.

"What? Where?!" she turns in the direction I'm pointing in. Wow, she's really taking he cliche and stereotypical role as the dumb blond. Man, even I thought she was smarter than this. I pick o her pen and hurl it across the room, and when I say hurl, I mean throw a few feet and have it land under somebody's desk. Good enough, I mean, that's pretty good for my standards if I do say so myself.

"I didn't see a bird," she huffs and crosses her arms, turning around in her seat. Dang, she get dumber over the weekend of something?

"Bummer," I mutter and continue on my test. So close, just two more problems.

"Hey, where's my pen go?!" she exclaims loudly.

"Shh," Mrs. Rivera hushes, "people are still testing."

"People are still testing," she mocks quietly. "Ugh, whatever. I'll just use another pen." She takes out another pen or of her backpack that looks exactly the same as the one I just threw. I roll my eyes and finish the test.

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Cmon, just one for sentence... This concludes why water is more important than pink ostriches. "DONE!" I yell. I jump out of my seat and go up to Mrs. Rivera's desk. I slap the paper on the wooden surface and go back to my seat. Don't ask me why I had to write about water and pink ostriches, just don't. I don't even know myself and I'm the one who took the test.

Well, now that I'm done, there's nothing to do. Might as well contemplate life! Hmm, I wonder what problem Adelaide is on. I peek my head to my left over her shoulder. I scan her bubble sheet. Alright, good so far. Past number 5 at least. Ok, maybe not. Wait a minute. Number 6?! It's been an hour and she's done six problems? They're multiple choice for goodness sake! Adelaide turns to look at me. I laugh nervously and turn around.

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  "You have a pop quiz in science," I say as I plop my lunch tray down on the lunch table.

  "Noooo not again!" Arsenic groans.

  "Yes again," I confirm.

  "Heyyyyyy," Heather says, coming over to our table and sitting down.

  "How high are you?" Arsenic asks.

  "She's actually quite short actually," I comment.

  "Ooooh shots have been fired! High five!"

  We high five and Heather continues waving back and forth in her seat like a tree on a windy day.

  "At least I'm taller than you," Heather says back.

  "Ooooh high five Heather!" Arsenic and Heather high five.

  "Why am I always being talked about from my shortness?" I complain.

  "What? Sorry, couldn't hear you there. Lemme bend down a little to hear your clearer," Arsenic says.

  "Oh my god!"

Hey guys! Sorry for the shirt chapter. I just really wanted to get this chapter out quickly. Sowwy! See ya all in the next chapter!

Till then,
~Orchid