 Aidella | King of Confusion | Brittana | Forever ACROMANTULA
Schuyler slipped into one of the few seats left in the classroom. She dropped her bag and scooted her chair in, only to see at that exact moment that there was a place right by Olly. Honestly? Right when she had sat down? Snatching her bag again, she swiftly moved from her current seat to the one by her friend. Her bag fell onto the desk as she sat. "Hey." There. No more relocating.
Now, what was this on the board? W3lc0m3 2 AR1THMANCY. That was cheesy. But Schuyler liked it anyway. In fact, she regarded the number-words for another second and came to the conclusion that it would look much cooler written all graffiti-like. It was a shame the prof hadn't thought of that.
And this old man's first instruction was to stand up and shout a random number. Did they really have to stand? That seemed unnecessary. But if he wanted some numbers, Schuyler would give him one. She opened her mouth to say 'seven,' when some little girl stood right up and beat her to it. Pfft. Figures. "Nine." She'd settle for a nine.
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