(My first story part 2) My day in Science

Today, I go to science.  Ms. V. is very young, and is super nice, but that's not only why science is my favorite class.

We have the best time!  It is so halarious.

So, here we go.

I sit at the table in the front, next to Teresa, the girl who beat up another boy in my class, and Zac, the kid I sit next to in history, and curses at our table like it's no big deal.  'Yeah I say () to my mom, she doesn't care.'

Sometimes, he scares me.

So, the bell rings, exactly 5 minutes after lunch ends.  Tamara runs in the door and takes a seat, followed by Zac, a lolli pop hanging out of his mouth, and followed by Jake, the kid you already knowmuch about.

"What's up my peasants?"  Jake walks in.  "Can I get a what-what?" 

"What-what."  Ms. V. says.

Jake looks up at her.

"That's the way to do it!"

"Late again?"

"No, just not on time."  Jake drops his two parts to his binder.

"Why is your binder in two parts?"

"Cause or HER!"  Jake points to Teresa.

"Like, I was the one who broke your binder?"  She said turning away, acting sarcastic.

"And the one who beat me up!"  Jake yelled into Ms. V.'s face.

The class laughs.

"EVERYONE, SIT DOWN, AND OPEN YOUR BOOKS TO PAGE 25."

Jake looks around. 

"I'M NOT SITTING NEXT TO TERESA, SHE'LL () KILL ME!"

The class looks at Jake with shock.  Teresa is boiling.

"Jake, we do NOT use that type of lanuage in my class!  You understand?"

"What?"  Pause "Oh, yeah, sure,"  In a whisper "Whatever."

"Sit down then."

Jake drops his binder down on our table.  His papers fly all over my stuff.

"Way to go, Jake, way to go."  I mumble and slide his papers over to him which falls on the floor.

Ms. V. continues to write something on the black board.

"Thanks!  You know what, thanks!"  Jake says to me.

"What now Jake!?"

"Mya threw my papers on the floor!"

"No I didn't!" 

"Mya?  Did you throw Jake's papers on the floor."

"She did Ma'am."

"Jake, is your name Mya?"

"Ms. V. his papers landed all over me!  I slid them to him which accidently fell on the ground."

"Oh suuuure, accidently."  Jake says throwing his remaining papers up which land on the floor as well.

"Pick 'em up!"  He yells.

"No!  You just threw like 20 papers on the ground, and now you ask me to pick them up?"

"Well, I didn't ask Teresa."

"Well, too bad, pick 'em up yourself!"  I say back then opening my book.

"Well, miss I'm so smart I'm better than everyone-"

"I never said I was better than anyone!  But if I did it would be I'm smarter than Jake, not everyone."

"Oh, is that how you wanna play it?"

"I guess it is then!"

"Jake!  Mya!  Go wait outside!"

To Be Continued

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