The New Exchange Student (AU Sans x Reader)

~*Dodgeball in P.E.*~

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If you like History class, now you don't. For PLoT PurPosEs.

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You yawned loudly, you were bored. Really bored. You are currently in your first period. History. You hate History.

But it's not like you don't know anything about History. You're surprisingly pretty smart on this subject.

It's just that. IT'S REALLY BORING. I mean seriously. Did you have to waste your time memorizing every date of each memorial events that has happened while drinking darn good sodas in your room?

It's not like you needed it! Well, if you wanted to become president or junk. You'd really need it. But not in other jobs!

Your teacher, Miss Hellen, ugh, that woman needs some anger management lessons. You despised her at the moment you laid eyes on her.

(It's for story purposes, I mean no offense to the people reading this named Hellen, I'm pretty sure you're a wonderful person ^^ <3)

She was that mean. Actually, no, she defined mean. She would snap at every student's question and suddenly embarrass them in front of the whole class.

"What is wrong with this woman?" You would ask yourself every now and then in the middle of her lectures.

Anyways, enough with the questions and junk. Unfortunately, this woman deserves mercy. As if she did. Moving on, Miss Hellen stopped the lecture and looked at you.

"Do you need to sleep dear (Y/N)?" Miss Hellen asked innocently batting her eyelashes. You mentally rolled your eyes. But you played along with her act.

"Nope, just really bored ma'am." You say casually as you rested your head on your palm. Hellen raised an eyebrow. Wow. She looked like one of those contestants on 'Little Super Star Me' kind of TV shows wearing way too much makeup. "So far, this subject is so easy for me. That it's boring."

"Getting cocky, aren't we?" Hellen asked, putting down the marker she used to write the dates of some certain events on the whiteboard. She put a hand on her right hip.

"Nah, I'm just telling the truth." You replied with no respect in your tone as you laid your back against the chair you were sitting on. "I don't get why you guys keep teaching us the same lessons over and over again. I mean, seriously? We've been lectured about Abraham Lincoln for years already. Starting at middle school to be exact."

"Well, Miss 'Know-it-all'. If you knew so much about history. Then how many states are there in America?" Hellen demanded. You yawned again.

"Easy, there are fifty states in America." You say. Then you looked at your watch. Then at the last second. The bell rang. You stood up and grabbed your bag which is on the floor beside your chair. You looked back at the thick browed woman. "Seriously, you need to up your game, woman."

Welp. Let's just say after that. You started running to your other classes. Long story short. Now it's time for P.E.

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You ran to the school gym, since it's already your 7th period. P.E. Or in other words, physical education.

You most likely bumped into another 'monster'. And he's pretty mad at you. Some fish girl told him that he shouldn't start a fight. Calling him Burgerpants. You were mentally laughing your butt off due to the fact that he's named after modern food. Seriously. His parents must've hated him because no loving parents would name their child after modern food. With pants.