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~ SPEAKERS SHUT ON ~

Principal: Welcome scholars, it's your first day back or first day at Savis High! Get ready for a new year full of f-

Lana: This is so lame. *puts in headphones while walking through the hallway*

Elaine: It's not that bad as last year.. They got new windows from that one fight from last year haha. I miss Sara she never deserved to get expelled.

Lana: Uh-huh right.. *tries to lower music*

Elaine: Are you even listening? I can hear those fucking "Smashing Pumpkins." Seriously, turn it down.

Lana: That's literally what I was trying to do! Whatever, you're just mad I have good music taste.

Elaine: As if-

Michi: There you guys are! I've been waiting for almost an hour.

Lana: Sorry, you know problems with my moms shitty car.. She's getting it fixed by one of her random boyfriends next weekend.

Michi: Whatever, she's still banging that Brazilian guy? He was soo hot!

Lana: I don't fucking know? And he was totally on steroids!

Elaine: I was the one who told you guys that the night your mom introduced him at that sleepover..

Michi: Oh my god, yes that night was so weird. So glad it's over.

Lana: You both suck, that shitshow was so hilarious! *laughs uncontrollably* Remember when Sara did the stripper dance in front of them?

Teacher: Hey, young ladies watch your language! Also, if your skirts got any shorter you'd be showing the whole world your business. Do better.

Elaine: Fuck off. *flips off teacher and runs*

Teacher: Get back here you ingrates!
*points finger aggressively*

Michi: Wait! You know I can't run in my new lamodas..

Lana: Do you want to get suspended or whine about those hideous shoes? *Runs while yelling*

Michi: You just don't know style, asshole! *Runs awkwardly*

~ BELL RINGS ~

Lana: Shit, I've got to go to Biology! See you at lunch.

Michi: Okay, see you!

Elaine: Bye, shit faces! *laughs*

~ IN BIOLOGY ~

Teacher: Which of the is most directly responsible for nitrogen fixation? A. Bacteria, B. Cells, C. R-

Rene: Hey, red head! *Tugs her silky hair*

Lana: In Russia, if you were to tug a woman's hair she'd chop your nuts off.

Rene: Woah, calm down. I just need to ask.. do you know any dealers around here? I mean you look like the type to know.

Lana: *Laughs* I didn't know you were that type of guy. You must be so desperate to ask a random person in the middle of class!

Teacher: What is so important that you have to chat about now? This lesson isn't so silent when the two of you are reciting Romeo and Juliet together!

Rene: Sorry, teacher... This girl was just telling me how beautiful my eyes were.

Lana: What- No.

Teacher: Lana, no one here has time for your love interests pay attention!

Lana: Kozyol... *Says quietly under breath*

Rene: Ah! So it's Lana, like Lana De Rie? *Tries to keep his laugh quiet*

Lana: You're such a dumbass. It's "Lana Del Rey!" Not whatever the hell you just said.

Rene: You know my accent is too good. Anyways, do you know someone or not? *Stares at Lana intensely*

Lana: Why should I help you? You just made me look like like a mu.. moran.

Rene: Seems like I'm not the only with a, "thick accent." *grins softly*

Lana: *Mocks his snarky smile* Whatever.

Rene: Tu es une rousse fougueuse.. *shakes head*

Lana: Fuck you too! *Says clueless about what he said and assumes it was an insult*

Rene: *Shakes head* You're so clueless.. Anyways, do you know anyone or not I need it for something, please?

Lana: *Realizes he's being serious* Ugh, yes his name is @meddelinsgame_ on Instagram. He'll tell you where to meet him.

Rene: Ah, thanks! Uh what's his name agai-

Lana: Here i'll write it on your hand.. *grabs hand and writes the username with a brand-new sharpie* Tell anyone about this and I will chop your nuts off!

Rene: Jésus, I won't.. *hesitates about her grabbing his hand and backs away from her table*

Teacher: Class is dismissed! Tomorrow we will focus on Biological Theory, so be ready to study.

Lana: Uvidimsya pozzhe svinʹya.. *Rolls eyes*

Rene: *Scoffs and gets up to leave the classroom after her*

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