"Be sure to include all of Newton's laws, including inertia when doing the cradle."
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The bell woke Butter up. She never listened in science class. She always slept & then text her friends after class for a summary of what the teacher was even talking about. She's lucky she's passing. She rushed out of class & headed to her next one. She didn't pay attention in this class either but found it more interesting. She walked in & took her normal seat-in the corner, by the teacher's desk. She wasn't a trouble maker. Not at all. This teacher, he didn't like joy. His room was always dark & so plain. All he ever talked about was politics, death, lies, & dark things. Nobody knew any better so of course with their pee wee curious minds they believed every bit of it. But Butter, she was fairly intelligent. She would roll her eyes at every aspect of non-diligence. The reason he projected so much hate toward Butter, was because of her radiance, her enlightenment. She was very humble. She never thought she was better than anyone. Her smile could light up a room & she never met a stranger. She once sat amongst the other students, but her laughter & giggles & joy got her put in the corner. She didn't care though. Right in her plan sight, she had a view of Spenser Sprayberry. No he wasn't her dream crush or her boyfriend. He was just Spenser. Butter was like one of the guys. She wore skinny jeans, vans, braces, plain tshirts & a half zipped up jacket everyday. She had long thick straight hair, & the minute she left those high school doors, it went into a pony tail & under a baseball cap. She always scrunched her nose at him from across the room or stuck her tongue out. She stares at him all class period each day. Even when he isn't there she stares at the empty desk. Once the bell rings they fist bump & walk to the busses together.
"Sup Butter"
"Aye Butter"
"Peace Butter"
"High five Butter"
"Fist Bump Butter"
Butter was obviously known. Everybody made their way to at least throw Butter a smile everyday. Butter never had an enemy. If she knew someone didn't like her, she would fix it. One time, in middle school, Butter had heard that a girl didn't like her & wanted to fight. Butter didn't even know the girl, never heard her name. Later that week, Butter met her in the locker room. After she drug her by her hair, she apologized & gave the girl her number. They were cool after that. Butter just tends to gain friends that way. She didn't have best friends either, just friends. There was only one person she hung out with everyday, & that was Bug.
