"What are you going to do then?" Peter asked as he and Ben were walking to their first lesson.
"Introduce myself I guess."
"What do you mean!?"
"I'm gonna walk up and say 'hey, I'm Ben.'"
"You're crazy."
"I'm in love."
"With that thing!?"
"She's not a thing."
"She probably doesn't know English."
"Well what should I introduce myself in?"
"Just say 'Ribbit ribbit. Ribbit ribbit ribbit'"
"It's my life, I can do what I want."
They walked into their maths classroom and sat down. Mr Baxon was a rather short man with a bald head that looked like a hard boiled egg covered in sweat. Despite this, he had a beard that reached down to his knees (which wasn't far to go but still impressive). He stepped up onto his box at the front of the class and cleared his voice.
"Ahem." He paused for a second to check that the class was listening, nobody was. "I would like to introduce our new class mate, Hildegard."
"What year was she born in? 1066?" Whispered Peter. Then that thing trundled into the room, fat jiggling and everything.
"You can sit next to Ben."
"Oh for the love of..." Peter began.
"And if anyone has any problems, they can stay behind and help me put on my hair growing lotion for an hour." He also had very short arms. The creature sat down next to Ben and there was a brief tremor that rippled through the class. There were four rows of desks in the class. Ben sat on the third and Peter sat one back and to the left of him. Hildegard was directly in front of Peter and she obscured half the classroom. Peter couldn't see the board or the 'Help Wall'. He couldn't see Mr Baxon, which was usual and so he ignored that. Ben turned to his left to look at the thing.
"Hey, I'm Ben."
"RibbIt." It replied.
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First Impressions
HumorA new school year and Peter wants nothing to do with the new kids joining his school. Ben, however makes things worse by letting the ugliest creature steal his heart. Now his hippie form tutor is now plotting to kill him, things can't possibly get w...
