Chapter 2

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A big light appeared.

"Aah!" Sasha protested, pulling the covers over her head.

"Time to get up!" her father said.

After about a minute, Sasha's eyes got used to the light, and she sat up. "Thank Gord it was just a dream. I can't imagine Karisa leaving."

She got dressed, and later she got dropped off at school.


Five minutes before class started, Karisa came in the door. She did not look happy, but, usually she isn't very optimistic about waking up in the early morning and having to go to school.

Since Sasha gets to class pretty early, she got hold of one of the computers inside. While most of the boys struggled to play Slither.io, Sasha played Agar.io because the Slither.io servers were full of lag.

"Ryan, STAPH," she said when Ryan pushed the space bar once again.

"Hahaha," he replied. "Now the others are coming for you."

"Oh look!" she cried. "There is so much mass over there, and no one's getting it! Yay!"

"Aww," Ryan replied sadly, pushing the space bar again to make him feel better.

Alexyss was drawing at her desk. She is amazing at art, she gets a lot of requests, and she usually takes months to complete an art piece, so she takes a lot of pride and quality into her work. She was now drawing Ryan Ross, performing with cheese whiz beside him because Ryan Ross was singing about cheese whiz. As she was drawing, she was humming music by the band Panic! At the Disco.

Shortstacks was talking with some of the girls about stuff. (Karisa tell me) Karisa joined him.

The bell rang, and there was movement in the classroom.

Ryan then spammed the space bar. "Bye 'PinkSheepFan'!"

"Aww," Sasha replied sadly, closing the web browser.

Everyone went to their seats. Ms. Monkoski-Takamure, the teacher, put up morning math work through projector. Sasha smiled as she eased through the work. She loved math. Ryan was working, Shortstacks was messing with the things in his desk, Alexyss tried to do art and the work at the same time, and Karisa just sat there. It was too early for her brain to wake up.

After the time was up and the class corrected their work, Ryan turned to Sasha. "What score did you get?"

"Yaku percent," she replied in Japanese.

"What?" Ryan said confused.

"100."

"Ha, I got a 100 too!" he cried, showing her his work. "I got the same score as you!" he boast.

"You're smart," she said politely, taking out her video game eraser and pretending to play video games.

"There's only two buttons and a joystick," Ryan laughed.

"I don't know why people took the buttons," she laughed. "Well, I must be a really good gamer if I can play video games with only two buttons and a joystick."

"Alright, class," Ms. Monkoski said. "Take out your Springboards and turn to page 394."

"Ugh, ELA," Sasha muttered, obeying the teacher's instructions. "Worst part of the day."

"Today, we are going over this unit's Embedded Assessment," the teacher began. "If you don't remember what it is, which I said in the beginning of this unit, you are going to write an expository essay."


At the end of class, everyone went outside for recess. "Ugh," Sasha groaned. "Expository essay. I might fail this."

"You don't fail anything," Ryan argued, a bit sadly actually.

"I didn't even understand what to write," she scratched her head.

"Yeah, because you were complaining about it and not paying attention," Karisa chuckled.

"No, honestly," Sasha shook her head. "I didn't understand."

"Aww, we have ping pong," Alexyss sighed.

Sasha's ears perked up. "Piko ball? Alright! Race you Ryan!" She took off towards the field.

Cameron (Shortstacks) was on a pancake excitement. He gave pancakes to everyone and threw them all around the field. When he came to the piko ball court, he threw pancakes in front of the net. Soon enough, Sasha and Ryan were playing pancake ball.

At the end of recess, Cameron was the most popular person in the school, Ryan and Sasha were exhausted and arguing about who won the piko ball (and pancake ball) match, and Karisa and Alexyss were just amused of all the chaos in just fifteen minutes.

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