I has drawn dish pic with my own hands- i like the background but not the face itself. Also- lookit those looong legs.
lol
Also- uuugh- these classes I'm writing make me die mentally- please put up with the annoying classes fillers- lol
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Wilbur's class was one of the dreaded classes in your book. Math class, of course. Thankfully, Wilbur wasn't that much of a stickly prickle, much more loose then Mr. Murphy.

He was still more stern then most teachers, that didn't change.

Half of that class, you were trying and failing to take notes, while the other half consisted of you avoiding answering questions or withering in your seat when you did get asked to answer. Not new- still just as socially awkward as you always were.

No one had talked to you- and you didn't dare talk to anyone after the correction Wilbur gave at the beginning of class.

Nevertheless, that class eventually finished, homework being asigned- and lesson having been learned.

Wilbur had packed up his books and papers and trudged out the door, faster then any other teacher- mumbling about punctuality as he left.

The class had seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief- before busying themselves by chatting to each other.

In the small gap between Wilbur's class and whatever class was next, you focused on finishing your math. Your seat partner kept fiddling with pencils though.

Which reminds you- you forgot your schedule. Great.

Still holding your pencil, you used your elbowto nudge Endre, being sure not to look up, "Oh hey- do you know what the next class is?"

He paused, most likely looking to you, before speaking, "Yeah- science."

"Thank you!" After confirmation of what your next class would be, you returned to your math homework.

"No problem." Endre said, still fiddling with his pencils and pens. Not long after that, you heard a small click of something flying and hitting the floor. When turning to look at where the source of the noise originated from- you see Endre's hands holding a pen with no cap.

"Shoot-" he murmured, before pushing out of his seat and walking around the front of the desk to pick the cap back up. You watched as he did this, avoiding his head and instead notice something sticking put of his hoodie pocket. It was kinda shiny.

Before you could reason what it was, he returned to his seat.

Instead you mentally shrugged and returned to your math homework- still on the eighth problem.

It wasn't until you were a little more then halfway done that your teacher tumbled through the door papers tumbling after her step.

The first thing you noticed was her nose. There was nothing wrong with it- it was just very noticeable, pointed and large if two words to describe it.

She wore a dark purple shirt, black jeans, and had her dark brown hair in a tight bun on her head. Overall- she looked more like a frantic college student then a teacher.

Practically throwing her books onto the podium, she shuffled about, running quickly to pick up the papers she had dropped, before returning and slamming them onto the desk behind her.

"There- all in one piece." She looked over the papers, "Kinda."

The teacher paused for a moment, looking up and at the class before zooming in on you, "Hey- your the absent one..."

You nodded slowly, not speaking.

"Do you have the homework I assigned with you?"

Grabbing your folder, you said a quick, "Let me check," And began rifling through your miniscule amount of paper.

Carefully pulling them from inside the folder, you put them on your desk and put the folder away. "Yup- I got them."

She gave a thumbs up and said, "KK- that's great," before walking to your desk to grab them. "Names Whitney- no titles needed."

You nodded to her again, and felt pretty glad that she was a decently friendly teacher.

Folding your math paper in half and slipping it into your math book, you instead grabbed your science book, awaiting for her to tell us to flip open our books.

Rather than that, she kept rifling through her papers, flipping and searching for something.

After awhile, she finally found the papers she was looking for, and walked to the first row of desks.

"Okay- so I know I've been doing some odds and end questions recently for homework- but in the last lesson- we read some peculiar things."

Right off the bat you felt sleepier. Teachers speeeaking- eee...

The papers she had were placed on the desk of the students two rows in front of us.

"Now- grab one worksheet and pass the stack to the next student."

Noises from the students arose, the sound of them shuffling papers about being a small white noise.

"For this worksheet, your going to jot down some ideas about what you think our bodies are made of."

A student from in front of your table passed the papers to Endre. He took one and passed it to you.

"That- will be your classwork, and after you're finished, come to the front of the class, read what you wrote aloud, and grab the second worksheet off of my desk, which will be your homework."

You squinted at the teacher for a second- reading aloud meant having everyone's attention. Shaking your head, you passed the worksheets to the person behind you.

"Now I know you all may be thinking- "Why isn't there any actual class today Whitney" or "Why do we have to do this." But I want the last few lessons we've done to sink in for a moment."

She glanced around the class room, dark violet eyes questioning us, "Any questions?"

No one rose their hands.

"Good!"

And with that she made her way to the teachers desk, plopping down a hefty stack of papers and doing whatever teachers do.

You sighed, looking down at the blank paper with a blank heading, and a blank date.

School. What a way to do things.

Sighing again, you started to scribble in your name and date

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That class passed fast.

Very fast.

After writing down your answer, and painstakingly reading it in front of the class, you had started on your homework worksheet, which admittedly had rather simple and easy multiple choice questions.

Afterwards, you worked steadily on your math, and many of the students were given permission to quietly chat with each other.

It was a nice white noise for you, considering the fact that they weren't speaking loudly yet, but after finishing math, you just doodled on a few scrap pieces of paper the rest of class.

Unfortunately, Endre told you some rather unlucky news.

Your next class was gym class- which surprise surprise, meant a sweaty workout.

Bell blaring, and students beginning to stand up, you sighed and stood as well. You wouldn't need to bring your books anywhere, since every other class was in this classroom.

Strecting your arms a bit as you stood, you started to follow the other students direction, through the door and into the hall way.

Other students were pushing and shoving into the same direction, a misplaced elbow hitting your shoulder rather annoyingly.

You put up with the shoving and pushing students long enough to reach a point were the group split. One side boys and one side girls.

Following the que for separate changing room, you flocked to the girls side, walking through a door that led gym lockers and gym benches.

It took a moment for you to realize you didn't know your locker number, and after glancing around for a small moment you also realized there was a board beside the door with locker numbers and names.

Your locker was thankfully in the far corner- where no one could walk past while trying to get to the exit.

Gym clothes were there already- pre-made and in uniform with all the other ones.

Opening the locker and trying to use it as a shield from the student next to you, you began changing clothes.

Thankfully, that went off without a hitch, and closing your locker, you made your way toward the gym, still using others as a guide as to where.

At last, you where at the gym, girls all crowded at one side, and guys on the other, it was an odd sight to see.

Not the guys themselves, but the fact that Endre towered over all of them. He had a good one to two feet on all of the guys there- depending on the height.

He definitely stuck out of the crowd.

Sighing, and rubbing your arm, you glanced around at the girls. As usual, friends stood in circles, chatting and laughing with each other. You kinda just stood awkwardly behind all the clusters.

"HAY!! HEY (Y/N)!!"

Perking up at the ridiculously loud yelling coming from across the gym you stared in disbelief and embarrassment as Wolf had singled you out and started waving like a mad man- both arms being flung around.

From beside you, you heard a girl whisper, "Ugh- What's my brother doing now."

You ignored the comment most likely dropped toward her friends, and waved back, albeit rather shyly.

A few different girls made there way to you, "Wooooaaaah!!! Are you guys in a relationship!!!!"

Deadpanning and smiling nervously you crossed your arms in an x, "What?! No, no, no, we're just bro's- you know? Pals, buddy chum- that sort of thing."

The girls 'aw'ed' sadly before continuing on with what they were talking about.

You were left to stand awkwardly behind them again.

Finally, a teacher walked through the gym door, whistle dangling as he tread forward. Similarly to Whitney, he had a rather noticeable nose. A greyish cream sort of colored hair- and definitly in shape- that was a given look for him.

His hand grabbed grabbed his whistle as soon as he stopped walking and gave it a hard blow before looking at all of you.

"Okay- I want to see some training happening- we're starting with 50 jumpingjacks."

Sighing, you spread out with all the girls, making several lines and watching as the boys did as well.

"Aaaannnd- Start!"

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Heyo!!! So in this chappy- we've met,

Whitney the WITCH.

And,

??? the IRON GOLEM

So- Yeah- hope you guys are still enjoying this for how slow paced it is, and for all the names I'm shoving into your head, but until next time!

Hasta la vista suckers!