The next period for me was art. To my friends back in 6th grade, I was a pretty awesome artist, but I don't think they're right. Anyway, my teacher was Mr. Domics, an animator that probably has the most relatable stories out there. PROBABLY. In my class was: Patrick Diepie; Jackie; Phillys Isnotonfire; Maria Warfstache; Sally Dawson, the sassy daughter of the elusive Shane Dawson; Ally Grump; Ty Oakley, the timid son of Tyler Oakley; and Ricky Mcmorning. "Hello everybody! Please take your seats and we will begin our first lesson." Mr. Domics told the class in a calm tone. "YO! SAMMEH, ITS MEH YO SIS, JACKIE!" Jackie whispered/yelled with a strained face. "I KNOW, WE LIVE TOGETHER!" I yelled/whispered. "Ok, let's begin our first. Ever. Unit. Ok, so, I'm no manga artist, but I will attempt to teach you guys how to draw manga/anime." He said while walking over to the computer, which is connected ti the projector. He set up the document camera so we were seeing his desk. "Right now, I am going to draw Eren Yaeger from AOT. First, you draw a circle and make two rounded lines, one vertically, one horizontally." He drew and tought at the same time. He continued to instruct and teach simaltaniously when Ally shot her hand in the air, and pounded the table in front of her in unison. "Yes, Ally?" Mr. Domics called on her. "I NEED USE BATHROOM." Ally grunted. "O-ok, it's on the left outside of the class." He informed. "OK. THANK." Ally groaned back. She stomped toward the door, when she froze mid-way, snorted at Mr. Domics, and resumed trudging through the room, out the door. Mr. Domics stared at us with a confused and slightly terrifyed look in his eye. "I'm going to deal with this for the rest of the year, aren't I?" He asked, not sure if he really wants an answer. We all nodded and he gave out a exasparated sigh. "Well then." Before he could go on with the lesson, Ally appeared, slamming the door open like an old school horror movie. Not something like Saw, but, something cheesy. She slowly walked past, giving a student here and there a demonic glare. She plopped down on her stool, and told Mr. Domics, "FINISH LESSON." She snorted again, and I could've sworn she spit in the nearest trash can. At least five minutes later, the school bell rung, and spurred the students to get ready for period 3. "Ok class, you were very respectful and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. And no homework!" Mr. Domics told the class. I trotted to the door, and began my journey to period 3, there's so many questionable things in the world. LE'GO!!
