"Whoever threw that paper, your moms a hoe." Mr. Smith yelled after being hit in the eye with a paper airplane.
The class ignored proceeding to throw a whole textbook, hitting him straight in the head.
Mr. Smith groaned in pain, "Mother trucker dude. That hurt like a butt cheek on a stick."
Just then, a new student walked into the classroom with a basketball in hand.
"Who are you?" Mr. Smith asked.
"Hi my names Trey, I have a basketball game tomorrow. Well I'm a point guard, I got shoe game..."
"That's enough." Mr. Smith said, "Please take a seat."
Trey proceeded to take his seat behind a guy who tended to talk a lot while Mr. Smith tried to teach.
"Hey, what's your name?" Trey asked the kid.
Mr. Smith then interrupted, "Um Jared could you read number 23 to the class?"
Jared then turned around to face his teacher, "No i cannot." Then turned back to trey, "What up, I'm Jared I'm 19 and i never fucking learned how to read."
"I'm thirsty." A girl named Tara blurted.
Her friend then handed her a can, "Hey Tara you want some?"
Tara gladly took the can, soon realizing there was nothing in it, "This bitch empty. YEET." She yelled before too flinging it at the teacher.
"Yeet?" The teacher asked just as he saw the can flying towards him. He quickly ducked standing back up, "Now that's a yEeT."
"And they were roommates!" A random girl from the back of the classed exclaimed as she was speaking to her friend.
A very annoyed guy named Kyle sunk down into his chair, "Oh my god they were roommates."
The random girl then stood up approaching Kyle, "What the FUCK is up kyle no what did you say what the FUCK dude STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE."
"Watch your profanity." Mr. Smith chimed in.
In the far back of the classroom was a guy secretly blowing vape on the desk.
His friend laughed, before blowing it away.
The guy looked up in shock, "Adam."
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as you can tell, i have a lot of free time on my hands
