As Jackie and I were trotting into the school, we, after MANY failed attemps, found our homeroom. Our teacher was Mr. Films, a Grammer teacher looking at mugs that say, "Bad Day?" "Hello! I'll be your homeroom for the year, and maybe your Grammer teacher. Let's hope that you know the difference between your and you're!" Mr. Films said joyfully. "Now, what are your names, girls?" He inquired. "I'm Samantha Septiceye and this is my sister, Jackie Septiceye." I answered. "Sup." Jackie said calmly. "Ok, thank you and please take your seats." We did as we were told and sat down, unpacking our supplies. My seat was in the second row, the first on the left. Jackie's seat was right behind me. I sat next to Patrick Diepie, and Jackie sat next to his sister, Felicia Diepie. "Ok, students I will take roll call now, so you know how it goes." Mr. Films called out.
"Lelani Singh?"
"Here."
"Luke Singh?"
"OH, OH, HERE!!"
"Ok, uhh, Maria Warfstache?"
"Here I is!"
"Haha, how about Mark Warfstache Jr.?"
"Oh, here!!!"
"Erin Grump?"
"HERE"
"Ok..Samantha Septiceye?"
"Oooh, dat's me!!"
"Ok, I know that, thank you. Patrick Diepie?"
"Here!"
"Ally Grump?"
"HHEERREE"
"O-OK THEN. Uhm, Ricky McMorning?"
"Good mythical morning!"
"Uh, ok, you'really supposed to say 'here', so, play along."
"Uhh, here?.."
"Thank you, now, Lily McMorning?"
"Here."
"Ok, thank you all, looks like everybody is here. I will allow you to talk, but please have an inside voice, please? Thanks." Mr. Films finished.
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