Phoenix High- Slymau

Chapter 13

Aphmau's POV

Walking into math, I almost immediately feel better. Math has always been my favorite subject. It's so easy and breezy for me, and I love it. It's so easy to understand as well. Travis and Laurence had this class with me as well, pulling me towards one of the three-seaters tables. We sat down with Laurence to my right and Travis to my left. We all ignore the teacher who is just review the interior and exterior angles of polygons. A smile as a joke comes into mind.

"Hey, guys," I didn't really want to interrupt their 'conversation' but they don't seem to mind, "Is it all right if I ask you a question?"

Laurence raises one of his eyebrows before replying, "Uh, sure, Aph. I'm fine with it." Travis just nods his head, before propping his head up with one of his arms.

"Then, uh, what's a polygon?"

Travis looks a bit taken aback by the question before answering me, "It's another name for shapes with no curved edges and is closed... Aph, should I be worried about you?"

I give him a small smile, Laurence just looks confused by the situation, "No, Travis. It's a dead parrot."

Laurence groans before paying attention to what Ms. Gizoyo is saying and ignoring Travis and me.

Travis, on the other hand, is looking at me, "Joke war, Aph?"

My eyes light up as many jokes ran through my head, "Yas, I'm down."

He thinks for a moment, "What's brown and sticky?"

I grin, already knowing the answer, "A stick, come on, Travis, try harder. What did the magician say to the fisherman?"

He sits there, thinking, for what seemed like hours but in reality was a few minutes, "No idea, what did he say to the fisherman, Aph?"

"Pick a cod, any cod."

He facepalms, "What happens once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a year?"

"Travis, why are yours so easy? It's the letter m, don't make me win this without trying. What do you call a fake noodle?"

"Oh, one I know. An impasta. Yours are good, Aph. You won by far. By all means, though, keep going."

I let out a laugh, "Fine, what do you get when you cross a pig and a centipede, Travis?"

"Uh, A pigapede?"

"No, bacon and legs." At this point, the whole class was staring at us as we made the jokes, most laughing along with us.

"Ugh, why, Aph, my turn. What do you get when you cross a dinosaur and a pig?"

"Uh, you say the answer?"

"Did I get one you can't figure out? Finally! You get Jurrasic Pork."

"Last one, okay?"

"Fine, only because the class is going to end soon."

"Why didn't the elephant want to play cards in the jungle?"

"Because there were too many cheetahs." The bell rung, signaling the end of the day. What a good way to end it, though.

This chapter is dedicated to Crystallized_W who has followed along and given feedback to my story.