[MABEL's POV]
"Push in your chairs, I'll see you tomorrow," Miss McGee instructed the class as five seconds after the end of third period rang its sirens of chipped static. She waved us off with a flick of her wrist and a roll of her eye as we got up to leave. The day before, someone had stupidly thrown an emptied pen to the dust encased ceiling. It was a pink colored ink with a bold print tip that left about a centimeter's width wide hole as evidence that it existed. Still, no one has spilled the beans on who the culprit was, which in fact was Brandy Soda. The small opening had led in particles of asbestus every time the upper classroom stomped their horribly loud feet from the floor above us. It was a wretched doing, yet still a comically amusing crime to commit.
The incident not only aggravated the teacher, but brought 'snow' every ten minutes on top of anyone who sat underneath the hole. Luckily for me, I was just far enough to be out of the its way. The only negative side to my advantage was that the person who did take the fall for all that collected dust was Miguel Antino, the most self absorbed person the world has ever brought into and quickly regretted on its decision. Once a layer of dirt fell, he would shake his greaseball head and race to the hand sanitizer dispenser, causing a trail to spread the to the carpet floor as well as the kids he'd pass by. Not only did I get my share of filth, but I had to smell the combination of product coming from his disgusting head and Axe cologne he wore everyday.
On my way out of Miss McGee's room, I wandered to the back of the exiting crowd to grab a few tissues to help wipe away some of the asbestos. It was Thursday and I was cooking that day in Hone Ed, so I wanted to avoid the dirt getting stuck in my nails. Reasonable, right?
Anyway, I assume someone else was thinking the same thing and beat me to the box of cardboard-like tissues. She looked up to me as she grabbed her second ply.
"Twinzzzz!" Ella smiled as she gathered her arms with books and paper, trying to avoid getting the notebook ring caught in her mass of hair. Unlike Miguel's, Ella's hair was natural and beautiful. We walked out together where Addison and Marie joined us up the stairs to our next class. We split in pairs, two of us heading to shop and the other two to home Ed. This was our group, for now anyway.
[ADDISON's POV]
"So, what are you guys making?" I asked to the no one in particular.
"I don't know. Elli?" Mabel replied as her eyes dawdled aimlessly at the posters as they walked passed them.
"I tink we're making waffles." Ella, whose name was actually Daniella, said to assist my question.
"Bring me back some for me," I grinned back with a half sarcastic tone. Finally, we had reached the Commons where Marie and I went to Mr. R's while Ella and Mabel go off to Mrs. Pemples. We went right and they went left, two different paths, but only to reunite after lunch. It was routine.
The room was half the size of the cafeteria and smelled of burning metal and saw dust had a baby. The ceiling involved many wirings and vents to encircle the air in case of a fire started from one of the student's projects or to simply so we don't die from all the fumes we deal with in every class there. The only protective gear we wear were plastic glasses that are either too big or too small.
Today was the day where we were to continue on building our wooden animals that had to have some sort of mechanical movement. For example, you're constructing a dog, you can make its legs bend or something. The object had to have at least one moving factor. Easy it does sound from the outsider's point of view, but not for the actual builder-me.
I decided to do a dinosaur from one of the provided kits. It was NOT starting off too hot. Somehow I managed to glue his feet backwards and break the arms. New materials were needed and a complete restart of the entire model. Sad. I know.
Sixteen minutes into class, a boy with black, shaggy hair crept in with a pink permission excuse slip. Weird that the excuse papers are pink and the pink slips are usually green, same for the detention slips. Not that I would know, but I've seen a few from teachers' empty threats of giving them.
My eyes were blocked from all the built up dirt on the glasses and the pure cheapness of the them. I wiped the excess grime with the back of my hand to see it was Rodney. {AUTHOR's NOTE: I MAY CHANGE THIS CHARACTER's , RODNEY, NAME BECAUSE IVE DISCOVERED OVERTIME IT IS A HORRID NAME THAT I DO NOT PARTICULARLY ENJOY.SEND ME SOME IDEAS} He seemed very stressed and tensed as he walked over after handing his piece of paper to Mr R. His cage and assigned seat was right next to mine so it only seemed the correct move.
"Hey Rod," I greeted him with an attempt of a friendly atmosphere from my person, "How come you're late?"
"Orthodontist," he said quick and rummaged through his cubby to retrieve his project. No better or worse than it was than mine so I felt comfortable to compare his to Dino. I politely offered for him to work next to me and he obliged contemptibly. We sat together at angle in which I was stationed on one of the table while he was placed on the table's side to the left of me. We commented on each other's craftsmanship with many references to anime and the Gang. (Marie will tell you later about the Gang, but no time for that now.)
Usually, Rod was stuck in sitting next to Brenda Brit, who hid her crush on him horribly, but today was different. She had been absent for the past few days from a recovering surgery on her stomach area. She explained before she left school that it was a pre-existing condition from when she was born and needed prevent it from getting worse or else children was not an option to. I'm not quite sure of the medical term she used, but it was something. Before, she assumed it was just cramps until the throwing up in class began.
Of course, that led to her belief that she was carrying Rod's babies, which is a whole different story that Rodney will have to explain once his point of view comes up. Personally, I believe she did this while thinking of all the kids she and Rod would have. Creepy, but undeniably, yet unproven to be true. It seemed to be a blessing though for anyone who has ever met the poor, annoying soul.
"So, what did you get on the math-" Rodney began, but something interrupted his speech. Just then, I let out the loudest burp I ever could muster, but thank the lord, I had mint fresh gum in the corner side of my mouth. My face uncontrollably began to blush a light pink, but laughter overtook me as well as I saw Rodney join in with an oddly malicious deep laugh. Pride swelled up for the achievement of the burp but also embarrassment from the randomness. The sound of the bell suddenly chimed from the 80's aged speakers and I hustled to retrieve my lunch pack, hidden in my cage, and started off into a sprint out through the door. Out of the corner of my eye as I rushed out, I saw a hint of a still-existing smile left on his face.
[ELLA's POV]
And so, TINA was born.
*DUN DUN DUNNNNNnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!
