The Troubled Life of Mr & Mrs FAKE

I remember the day when, Stryder, the drop dead gorgeous senior transferred into my seventh period art class, he was instantly accepted, obviously. It was also because of him that Mr. Honda, the art teacher, went against his usual free spirited ways into Nazi teacher. It wasn't pretty. Instead of choosing art projects, we are forced to sit and do whatever Mr. Honda says, and adding to my new dread for art class, we are placed in a strict seating chart, with everyone except for two people taking up desks, the boy who started it all and little old me.