Brown Slime Stories

Poop Quiz

Fifteen-year-old Mary walks down the hallway with a nervous expression on her face.

The short, big-boned teenager has dark circles under her eyes and a tired look about her.

She's wearing baggy jeans and a loose grey hoodie, which make her appear slimmer than she is. Her hair, long and chestnut-colored, hangs loosely over her shoulders, framing her pale skin and accentuating her green eyes.

Just another day of school.

Sigh.

She doesn't want to go to class, but she knows she has to...

Students are crowding around lockers, talking, laughing, and just generally enjoying themselves. A couple of jocks push past a short kid as they walk by, shoving him into a locker. A gaggle of popular girls are huddled together, gossiping about something that happened over the weekend.

As usual, they shoot Mary an icy glare, which causes her to shy away from them as she hurries to her first class of the day—History of the World, with Mrs. Anderson.

Mary walks into the classroom. It's filled with rows of wooden desks, each with a chair facing the front. A large whiteboard is mounted on the wall at the front of the room. A few posters are hanging above it, detailing various historical events. 

She shambles over and sits down at her desk, next to her friend, Laurel.

"Hey girl," Laurel chirps. "What's up?"

"I didn't get much sleep last night," Mary replies, rubbing her eyes.

Laurel is smartly dressed in a plaid blouse and blue jeans. Her coal-black hair is tied back in a ponytail, and her thick-rimmed glasses sit slightly crookedly on her face.

She looks at Mary with concern.

"You should try to get more sleep," she chided her friend. "You know we have that quiz today!"

"I know," Mary sighs. "I just got caught up in the rest of my homework."

The bell rings, and the rest of the students hurry into the classroom and find their seats before the teacher arrives.

"Hey, Mary," says a voice behind her. 

It's Tom, one of Mary's classmates. Tall, skinny, with a mop of messy brown hair and sporting a black T-shirt with jeans.

"Oh, hi Tom," Mary replies, smiling at him. "How are you?"

"Pretty good," he says, grinning back at her. "Ready for the quiz?"

"I guess so," Mary shrugs. "As ready as I'll ever be, anyway."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Tom says sympathetically. "I didn't have much time to study, either."

Tom leans back in his chair as their teacher enters the room.

Mrs. Anderson is a middle-aged History teacher with blonde hair tied up in a tight bun. She's wearing a dark suit with matching heels. 

She smiles at the class as she walks to the front of the room, placing her bag down on the desk.

"Good morning, class," she says cheerfully. "I hope you're all ready for today's quiz."

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson," the class replies in unison.

"Great," she says, clapping her hands together as she picks up a marker.

On the whiteboard, she writes the words "Poop Quiz" then turns around, looking at the class expectantly.

What on earth, Mary thinks as she frowns. What kind of quiz is this?!