Is Now Peasant Go Get Your Chocolaty Goodness?

It was not the voice they were familiar with to greet them. They had almost come to expect Mom’s warm, quipped voice, or perhaps Mrs. Fletcher’s sweet, pitched calls, given how many times it had happened in the third grade. They remembered the hot embarrassment of having her repeatedly yell to them in the middle of class, of having students snicker as their slow, sluggish returned to the present.

"Do you wish to help him, my dear sister Artemis?" Athena asked with a slight smirk, as she knew her sister well, and knew the suspense was killing her as well.

“Scout are we gonna go now?” Dill whined. Scout looked at Dill and glared then back at me.

Isaac’s body heated from the embarrassment. “I kind of forgot to. What were you trying to tell me?”

“Uh, yeah,” you stuttered, faking a smile and sticking his I.D. back in the wallet and closing in, patting it for good measure.

"I know who you are, Miss Maxine," Luna said. "I had talked to your mother before, please take a seat." She turns her head to me, I was met with a scary pair of blue

The group stared for a few more minutes, before Clawd turned and made his way to the elevator. "Come on; let's go, before any other creeps try to get us."

When Sebastian returned, Ciel was in a characteristic pose of boredom, a balled fist under his chin and a scowl on his face. Sebastian almost smiled at his master's disagreeable personality- he had become quite fond of the boy's moods over the years. He gently placed the tray of tea on the desk, carefully pouring a cup, before turning to leave.

"~I'll talk to you later~" She dropped her arm and the A.I dissipated. I shook my head and looked to Smithy.

"are you okay??" I asked worried. He handed me my bag as he walked passed

“Chloe move it, you take up the space for both of our lockers.” Annie said pushing Chloe out of the way.

“Are you going to open it,” Cristina said with an eyebrow raised higher than the other.

I hadn’t noticed how much the conversation had become heated. I had unknowingly stood up from my seat, the palms of hands slammed onto my desk. I had been seething with hatred, my face blotchy and overheated. Mr. Hartford had a look of pure disbelief on his face. I breathed out and looked around the room at the students who had been staring at me. Some had their mouths open in awe, while others looked at me with disgust and hatred. Someone had begun clapping and other had begun to join in, which had me shrinking back into my seat. The bell rang, causing a long needed disruption.

“Sam, be quiet!” The whole room went silent, then everyone broke out laughter. Mrs. Fowler, my eighth-grade science teacher and science club coordinator, uttered these words numerous times a day, due to my chatty demeanor. It had become a class joke that we couldn’t get through a period without her saying it – and she sometimes threw a “Sam, be quiet” out even when I wasn’t talking or someone else was.

Really again this is the second time I said, mumbling under my breath, my howl class was quietly whispering to each other as Mrs brown sat on her new apple phone her eyes glued to it so we asked each other what we brought. Someone apparently brought a rotten peach for show and tell whatever, but then I heard someone mumble I brought my pet frog Buster!