This is it. Last period.
Italian class.
Now, I didn't really want to do this. I signed up for fashion class but apparently numerous students complained that the teacher had crafted a dress out of their hair, so it was cut from the timetable.
We all sit down on the floor, because there wasn't enough room in the budget for desks or chairs. An incredibly tall woman, probably about 9'3", slinks into the room.
"Good afternoon class my name is Mrs Margherita I will be teaching you..." she says, trailing off and leaving us in antici... pation.
She looks over to the corner of the room, where J-Lo is playing the piano.
"Before we begin I'd like to say a few words about..." she goes quiet again and we all wait for her to move on.
"Right then, present tense verb conjugation."
Suddenly, the irrelevant garlic girl from biology enters the room, strutting her stuff. Apparently she also signed up for fashion class and didn't get the memo.
"Excuse me," says Mrs Margherita, "who even are you?"
She is about to speak when Mrs Margherita interrupts her. "Who do you think you are? Please leave before I call the police, stupid child."
Garlic girl splits into two via mitosis, and they both run out the room in tears. Now the room smells like onions. You'd think it would have been garlic, but you'd be wrong.
The teacher continues. "I think it's time..."
Seven minutes pass.
"...for some musical intervention."
The lights go out and a disco ball descends from the ceiling, flashing colours around the room. J-Lo starts shaking her "thang" and she's "getting her swerve on, baby!" - whatever that's supposed to mean.
Mrs Margherita starts to rock out and death metal music can be heard.
"IO SONO MEANS I AM!" she screams whilst head banging. The other students and I look around in confusion.
"TU SEI means YOU ARE!" she yells. As she is putting her hands in the air like she just doesn't care, we quietly leave the room.
I go to my locker and then realise I didn't put anything in there. Do I even have a locker?
I run home because I can't be bothered to write a chapter about transport, since I'm too desperate to tell my parents about my day. I hope my annoying brother didn't invite his world famous bandmates from One Direction to our house again... they can be so irritating. I don't even know what four totally hot cute British (and Irish) boys are doing in the great state of Kansas. They always tease me and say they're going to invite me to sing with them on tour and they totes don't mean it... right?
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