𝑬𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝑴í𝒂 | ᴮᵒʸ ᴹᵉᵉᵗˢ ᵂᵒʳˡᵈ

22: Wish Upon A Star

"You got your milk." Cory said, pouring it into the blender.

"You got your peanut butter." I said, scooping it into the blender. "How about a banana?" Cory asked, shoving the peel into the blender.

"What about a raw egg?" Shawn asked. "Eww. Why does it have to be raw? Why can't we scramble it and put it in?" Cory asked. "Stallone drinks raw eggs." Shawn said. "Stallone is like 5'2!" Cory exclaimed. "And you're like 2'5!" I replied. "Go with the egg, baby." Shawn cracked it in the blender and threw the shell in the air.

Cory caught it. "Hey... we're not going to make a mess. Just because we're kids with a blender doesn't mean we have to make a mess." Cory said before putting the lid on it. "Boy, are you mommy whipped." Shawn said, taking the lid off and then pressing the button.

It turned on and went everywhere. I quickly turned it off. "Now that I could never do at my house." Shawn said. "Oh, my mom! Shawn, Adriana-Camila, back me up. I wanted to use the lid. I was lid boy!" Cory said, doing a superhero pose.

As quickly as Mrs. Matthews walked in through the back door she left. "Okay, fine. I'll clean it up. You don't have to scream." Cory said. "Hey, watch it. You're getting it all over my geography book." Shawn said, grabbing it off the counter. "Like you're ever gonna open it." I replied, helping Cory clean up the mess. "Feeny's test tomorrow is going to be such a killer." Shawn said, throwing the book on the table.

"Yeah, I don't understand why we have to learn anything about geography. Why do we have to learn where everything is?" Cory asked. "So you can win Trivial Pursuit on game nights?" I replied, shaking the weird blender drink we made off my hands and into the sink. "I'll just be like my dad and drive around till I find it." Cory said.

"Look at Feeny." Shawn said, looking out the backdoor window. "He's out there hanging up some geeky duck. Not a care in the world while we're stuck in here studying for his lame test. Yeah. Life's fair." Shawn said. "Well, we haven't actually done any studying yet. Maybe we should get started." Cory said.

"Okay, ahem. What is the capital of North Dakota?" Shawn asked. "Banff." Cory answered. "Bismark." I corrected. "We're toast." Shawn said. "Let's just say we're sick and stay home tomorrow." "I can't, Cor. I've already used all my bogus medical excuses. Feeny says if my grandma dies one more time, he wants to see the body." Shawn said.

"How come it has to be us?" Cory asked. "Why should we always be the ones faking a disease to get out of school. How come Feeny can't shoulder a little more responsibility?" "Keep dreaming. I heard he hasn't missed a day since the dinosaurs died. They must've heard he was coming." I said.

"That's just stupid on his part because teachers still get paid when they're sick." "You're kidding." "I swear! Minkus said the school board pays them to be sick for a whole week every year." Cory said. "Well, maybe Feeny doesn't know that. Maybe we should leave him, like, a unanimous note on his desk." Shawn said. "You mean anonymous." I corrected. "Yeah, yeah, sure." Shawn replied.

"Won't help us dodge that geography bullet tomorrow." Cory said, walking over to the backdoor window. "Come on... cough!"

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We walked into the classroom, and Topanga was doing a handstand against the wall. "There's a look." Shawn said. "Don't tell me. You've died and come back as a bat with a perm." Cory said.

"This Hindu yoga position increases blood flow to the brain, thus maximizing concentration and cognitive performance. It's also quite a rush." Topanga said. We walked past her to our seats. "I am so nervous." Cory said. "You?" "My palms are sweating so much, I can't read the answers I wrote on them." Shawn said. Minkus walked over.