The PACK

The pack

Blah, blah, blah, you'd think that after 10 years of this place that I'd get something out of the education that they provided, but no all I've gotten was a never ending loop of blahs. A note flipped onto my desk and I flinched, I looked to my left and Sydney was fighting the giggles. I opened the note and a character of Sydney was holding a gun to her head. She too had spent most of her life locked up in this school so she knew how I felt. I scribbled a crappy circle around the neck of the drawing and added a string and labeled it as a noose. As if to say, we had to make sure she was stone cold dead, otherwise she might survive and have to suffer this class forever. I slipped to her outstretched hand, she examined it and squeezed her eyes shut, but the snickering echoed through the quiet room.

"And the mitochondrion detaches-"Ms. Frost looked at us over her spectacles. "Is there something you would like to share with the class Sydney?" syd cleared her throat with much effort and shook her head. "What about you Gwen?" I quickly shook my head, and felt my cheeks flame as the class looked back at me and Sydney.

Ms. Frost tsked and crossed her arms over her chest; she wasn't going to let this go.

"I expect better of you two," her signature frosty stare intensifying. "You two are upper classmen and should be setting an example for the younger students in our class." Syd rolled her eyes and Elena the class pet added her two cents.

"Yeah," she smirked. "You two seniors are influencing my fragile freshmen mind."

"Oh, I'll influence you alright," Syd said getting annoyed. "With the business end of a shovel..."

"That's a Threat!" Elena squealed.

"Enough girls," Ms. Frost jumped in. "We've already wasted enough time as it is." She paused and looked at the three of us. "But I'd like you two," she pointed at me and syd. "To stay after class for a conference." There were a lot of oh's after that one and Sydney told everyone to stop acting like retarded ducks.

"Sydney!" Ms. Frost exclaimed, Syd just shrugged her shoulders and went quiet, Ms. Frost tsked again but walked back to the board.

We were told that if we had anymore outburst like these she would move our seats and if that didn't work she would transfer one of us to the other science class. We headed to lunch after all that, upset and dejected.

"Why do we always get in trouble?" Syd asked while she grabbed a huge slice of pizza.

"Because we usually start it remember?" she laughed at that and grabbed a muffin. "Oh my gawd I can't stand you and you high metabolism!" I said as I snatched up a yogurt and granola bar. "If I even look at pizza wrong, I'll gain 10 pounds!"

"Yeah in all the right places," she whispered. "I can't seem to make any fat go to my boobs or ass." I looked down at my over developed chest.

"Large breast aren't a walk in the park,-"

"No they're a stroll on the beach with a hot guy." She mumbled biting into her muffin.

"I must have missed that trip."

"Hey guys!" Eric called. Syd sighed and bumped my side.

"Lover boy's calling you." She sang quietly.

"Oh, shut up, who's the one he asked to the dance last year?" I asked poking her rib.

"Who's the one who gave him a pity kiss because I dumped him?" she countered.

"What, I guess I have a soft spot for wounded sheep." I shrugged.

"And I have a soft side for hot asses!" she perked up and looked pass Eric.

"What are you talking about?" I asked following her gaze long enough to see to big blue's staring back. The blue eyes belong to the new transfer; he was also a senior so I guess he must have left a lot of friends back where ever he came from. His glance went from me to Eric, who had turned to see who had stolen our attention.