𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | leonardo h.

𝐕𝐈𝐈 | sí señorita

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sɪ́ sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀɪᴛᴀ.
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"𝕀𝕋 is science guys, come on! Hey, MacPhearson—do not put that heart in your mouth... I swear to God!"

I watched as our bio teacher rushed to the other side of the classroom, his eyes wide as he moved to stop Jet MacPhearson, a jock who was messing about with his friends. The rowdy group of boys laughed as Jet pretended to eat the frog heart, no one in the group acting mature while dissecting the small animal.

My legs swung back and forth, my head resting on my hand as I watched the scene.

"Can either of you help out?" April sighed in frustration at my lack of attention and Casey continuously messing around with the frog corpse on the tray.

I pursed my lips, turning to look back at my red-headed friend. She was staring at Casey angrily, a hand on her hip as her other held the scalpel.

"Does this not rub either of you the wrong way, you know considering..." I started only for April to rush to stop me.

"Yes, yes!" She rushed out, looking around to make sure no one heard me. I only rolled my eyes, knowing that there were no robotic Kraang around or any random ninjas listening in. "But I am trying not to think about that, Andi!"

There was no reply other than a yelp as Casey suddenly popped up in front of me, holding the small dead reptile. He jerked it back and forth while doing a sad impression of Donatello's voice.

"Look, I'm Donnie, and all I want is for April to love meeee, blah blah mehhhhh—!"

"Casey, stop it! That is not funny!" April exclaimed, forcing him to place the animal back on the tray.

Shaking off the disgust I felt, I could only be glad that we were all required to wear latex gloves while dealing with this procedure. The lights of the classroom flickered ever-so-slightly, a sign of the school being more rundown and not as up-to-date as it should be.

Colorful flyers were posted on the bulletin board by the door, and the whiteboard was filled to the brim with different equations for various Bio-related things. The stools that we were forced to sit in were extremely uncomfortable, and it was even worse seeing as April was more than eager to sit at the front of the classroom.

April was just about the only smart person in this Bio class, every other person either stupid jocks, popular mean girls, and kids who simply were done with life. The classic high school makeup.

I could not help but notice some kid, the only non-jock in the rowdy group with Jet MacPhearson and company, with his hoodie pulled up and his head lying on the table. If I remember correctly, he was forced into being with the group as he did not choose a group.