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9 1/2 hours earlier:

9:15 a.m.:

"We're not breaking any arms or smashing anyone through a wall just because he called you... What was it?" Sarah questions. "Teethan," Ethan responds. "Benny Rabbit," Benny responds embarrassed. A look of amusement goes on Sarah and me's faces. "It's not what he says, it's how he says it," Benny responds in a serious tone. Someone's throat clears and the teacher states: "Let's go, boys!" He demands. "Right with you, sir. If not there in five minutes, start boring kids without us!" Benny says with a grin. "We'll be right there, sir," Ethan states in a polite manner. "Forget it! Look, we have a field trip to the art gallery. Lucky us!" Sarah exclaims with sarcasm. "Later 'Teethan," "Benny Rabbit," Sarah and I say goodbye to them and walk away with smirks.

**BONUS SCENE**:

"Sounds cute when she says it," Ethan states, talking about Sarah. "Well, I think it's adorable when Zoe says 'Benny Rabbit," Benny responds with a dreamy look as he looks at Zoe's retreating form as she walks away with Sarah to go to the field trip.

**END OF BONUS SCENE**:

10:35 a.m.:

"The use of light... and shade is like an emotional fireworks display. And the...," The art teacher says as he takes a sip of his coffee. "and the asymmetric tension," he states as he looks more intently at the picture. "Sometimes, I think he's never gonna stop talking," a cute boy tells Sarah. "I know! With Mr. Collingwood, it's like a picture's worth a thousand words. And he's determined to tell us every single one of them," Sarah responds. 

"Exactly," the boy replies. I smirk toward Sarah, knowing that he is clearly into her. "At least, there's still so much to look at," he flirts with her. Then, my cellphone rings as I turn my attention toward it. "Sorry," I whisper to Sarah and the boy. I pull out my phone and answer it.

 "Ethan! I'm in class," I whisper as I walk away from the pair. "Yeah, me too. The teacher is kinda giving us some... free time," Ethan responds. When Ethan doesn't speak I question: "Hello? Ethan?" I ask. "Oh! Sorry. I just wanted to follow up. If you two did change your mind about scaring this jerk, his name's Scott, he's tall and--" I cut him off by frustratingly stating: "Ethan! We said no. You're going to have to learn how to fight your own battles sometimes, okay?" I question. "I have to go," I state before I'm about to hang up.

 "Yeah, you're right. Okay, listen. Have you ever seen a teacher just walk right out of class mumbling?" Ethan inquires. "Teachers are strange," I comment while looking at my art instructor. "Right now my art teacher is stroking a painting," I comment with a weird expression. "This turgid shade of brown... brown... brain," he utters, looking at the ground. "Yeah, I guess so. Thanks. Bye," Ethan says as he hangs up. "So, can I see what you've been drawing?" Sarah questions are they make small talk.

 "It's nothing. Just some sketches I--" he states nervously. "Oh! Come on!" Sarah says impatiently as she takes the notebook from the boy with her inhuman strength. "That's a wicked grip," he remarks. "Hey, these are really good. Oh, wow! Can I have this?" Sarah asks. "I wish you would let me keep it. After all, you get to see this every time you look in the mirror," the boy says, wooing Sarah. "That's not as often as you might think," Sarah responds, making my eyes widen. "You're not like other girls, are you?" The boy questions. I look to see the art teacher trying to chomp on a sculpture's head. "You could say that," she replies apprehensively.

8:02 p.m.:

At school at night, Sarah and I are at her locker to grab a few things. Suddenly, I hear footsteps walking toward us. Sarah looks at the cause of the noise. "Brain," Principal Hicks utters as he stumbles toward us. "Principal Hicks. Trying to guess my locker combo? Here, let me help you," Sarah states as she drags him to another locker and quickly opens the door, knocking the Principal out with her super-strength. "Yeah, maybe you should sleep on it," I reply with a smirk. Sarah and I exchange grins, but then they falter, realizing the Principal stated: "Brain." We start to walk away from him when we see more of the undead. "Brain," the teachers groan. "This is one student-teacher conference I'm going to have to skip," Sarah says while we use our inhuman speed to take us away from the teachers.