Monomyth (2017)

Class

"Today we will continue our lesson on combinations and permutations..."

She continued teaching, but I couldn't have cared less. I already knew that crap. Amy looked at me and rolled her eyes. Why was she teaching this lesson for a third day. I would've walked out, but I needed to pass that class.

After the long, boring, repetitive lesson class that some call 'Algebra', Amy and I seperated. Next up, Biology.

"Ok class," Mr. Nettle said, "today is our dissection lab. We will be dissecting a pig to investigate the body's systems. You will be working in groups," the class was happy to hear that, "that I will be picking," that happiness was ruined, "Each of your groups will get a pig and a different system to investigate."

"Do we have to?" Alicia, the head popular girl asked.

"Yes. This project is worth a lot of your final grade."

"But it's so gross!"

"Do you want to fail?"

"No."

"Then you must do this."

Alicia was very upset but she couldn't fail that class. She was failing every other class and her parents were going to stop giving her allowance if she failed this one. At least that's what I overheard a few months ago when she and Mr. Nettle had one of those 'I'll see you after class' talks. After that, she worked her butt off to bring her Biology grade up.

Dissecting pigs was very disgusting, but I found it kind of interesting (I had always been a morbid kid). As for everyone else, they wished our school was too poor to buy dead pigs and had to get frogs instead. They probably didn't realize that they would have to actually kill the frogs, but that wasn't my problem.

US History was next. I was very strong in a lot of school subjects, but history definitely wasn't my thing. On a normal day, I would pay no attention to the teacher and write. I loved writing and the teacher thought I was taking notes, so I sat down in my seat and pulled out my notebook. It was almost full, but there were a few pages left to write on. So when the teacher began his lecture on World War Two (or something like that), I started writing.

'A princess is waiting alone in a tower for someone to rescue her when suddenly a woman shows up at the front door. Her evil stepmother tries to shoo the woman away, but the woman comes in anyways. She runs all the way up the spiral staircase into the princess's room and tells the princess how much she loves her. The evil stepmother comes up the stairs and pushes the woman out the window. The princess is forever alone. The end.'