I go to a religious school. Surprised? Yes, we believe in Jesus and wear uniforms and all that, but we're not all "perfect" and "sweet" like everyone thinks.

Hell, we watch shane and read smut on a regular basis. And my class, is probably the gayest one in the school. Not exactly ideal Christian children, but we'll roll with it.

Anywho, I'm currently waiting for my homeroom teacher to walk in, and he seems to be taking an eternity to do so.

I can already see everyone forming together in their little cliques, chatting about summer and what-not. None of my friends are here yet, so I'm just sitting at my desk silently judging everyone who walks in.

Carlos, the jacob sagitorious, confidently strides in. His aura is practically dollar signs. He is immediately mobbed by a pack of drama-hungry 13-year-olds, mostly girls. He looks mortified, but don't we all?

Emily, the attention hoe, cheerfully greets Mr. Fitzgerald, only to discover he isn't even here yet. Her cheeks flush, but she eventually collects herself and gingerly places an apple on his desk. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that day, and so forth.

After a while of mindlessly watching people walk through the door, I got lost in my thoughts, until I yelped feeling a jabbing sensation on each side of my waist. I turn around to see my close friend, Raequisha.

That bastard just tazed me!

She flashes a grin so evil, the Cheshire cat himself, is quaking.

"Gotcha, Lizzie." she says.

"Fuck you." I reply a little too loudly.

Emily shoots a glare at me from behind her desk, which has all her books stacked as if it was the Library of Congress. Her direct stare is so powerful, I can translate exactly what it says; "Watch your language, Lizzie. Adults don't like bad mouths."

Raequisha scoffs, and turns back to me, with an abrupt change in expression on her face.

"So, did you hear about Mrs. Lanely?"

My heart sinks as soon as the words flow out her mouth. Mrs. Lanely had been diagnosed with Bronchial Adenoma, and has been in the hospital for about five months now. She was our religion teacher, and everyone loved her. Her teaching style wasn't cheesy or naive, and she respected even the non-christian children who came here too. We have a mediocre person substituting at the moment, so we all miss her.

"Did she-" I stop mid-sentence, hoping it's not what I'm thinking.

"No, but not exactly good news either. My dad told me the doctor said she only has about one month left. Apparently the treatment has stopped working at this point."

My vision becomes blurry and warm. Raequisha's father is our school security guard, and he knows exactly everything about everything. She must have gotten the information from him if no one else knows.

"Does everyone else know?" I ask.

"I don't think so, but they might announce it." Her voice sharply trailed off at the end of the sentence. I've know Raequisha long enough to sense she was on the verge of tears.

We share a depressing and awkward silence for a moment, until a smol, gentle voice breaks it.

"Hiya guys." Coos the soft voice of my other very good friend. To-

"Tobias, thank God!" Raequisha exclaims. "You're presence is much needed right now!"

Jesus Raequisha, you cut me off.

His face contorts to a concerned look. "Is everything alright?" His giant harry potter glasses make his attitude even more convincing.

"No. Mrs. Lanely has one month to live," I spat. "If you want the short and sweet of it."

"Oh..." he states, and looks down a little. "Mrs. Lanely is an old woman, and I guess it's her time. Let's just be thankful she won't die unnaturally."

I sighed. Tobias has always had the rare gift of making the most of something, even in the toughest situations.

"Get in your desks people, I'm late again!"

Holy shit Mr. Fitzgerald. Calm down, this isn't some sitcom on ol' nick.

He hurriedly sets down his coffee mug on a messy set of papers, when he notices the granny smith motionlessly sitting next to it.

"Thankyou, Emily." he said, without looking up.

"You're welcome! I know the sour ones are your favorite!" she chirped back.

At this point, everyone had gotten into their seats, but the chatter failed to cease.

"Hey, voices off," he boomed. "I need to take attendance."

Eventually, when all was quiet, he finished calling out people's names, and taking their lunch orders.

Mr. Fitzgerald's face brightened, and he turned to us.

"I have an announcement to make," he said. "Fortunately, our school has been able to hire a full-time religion teacher."

Silence

"Her name is Ms. Wilson."

Everyone exchanged awed looks. There have been rumors about a teacher named Ms. Wilson rage quitting her job, at multiple schools. The athletic kids confirmed them to likely be accurate, as they had picked up the info from the various schools they competed against.

Ms. Wilson is practically a legend at our school.