Jack flinched slightly at the sneeze, he wasn't great with loud noises. "Good! Now, science... Science..." He turned to the boards writing a title on the top of the board. "Okay, so today, we are learning about reproduction!" A few snickers scattered across the room. "None of that! This is serious!"

Oh, gross. Ven thought with a shudder and frowned. She took it back. Today was going to be a long day.

It appeared that the teacher was in no mood for this lesson as she came off as exceptionally lazy. For the rest of the lesson, she didn't speak and simply handed out worksheets for them to complete.

Ven stared down at the worksheet, the words blending together into a black haze. With a pitiful sigh, she pulled out her glasses, unfolded them, and stuck them on, true to her day's form's nerdy nature. She ignored any snickering or staring because she was either simply zoned in on what was there on the worksheet or pretending to work on it.

Jack wrote in silence, it wasn't taking very long to complete the worksheet, he wondered to himself why the teacher had handed out such a simple sheet.

Ven finished her second to last, further torturing herself with learning. Sighing she put her pencil down and leaned back in her chair. At least her stomach hurt less.

Jack had finished, so he sat quietly, a notebook sat on his desk, which he was sketching on. He kept it from the view of the teacher, not wanting it to be taken away but he was sure that any students could see it, he hope they wouldn't blab... Most of them were like that, just to be annoying.

Ven watched the teacher. No doubt she wouldn't care if the class was in an uproar. Smirking to herself she waited for a trainwreck of kids giggling over their worksheets and cracking jokes about the teacher and the lesson.

The bell finally rand and Jack sighed in relief, snatching his bag from beside the table leg. He jumped to his feet and made his way quickly from the classroom.

Ven exited the classroom. Five feet down the hall a meaty hand landed on her shoulder. She was turned around and slammed against a locker. The rank breath of her attacker made her gag. "So." The meaty girl hissed, "You're little Miss. Stand-up, huh?"

Ven hardened her stare, "What do you want Clarissa."

The meaty girl dubbed Clarissa sneered, "Watch your mouth girl, you better learn to stay outta my way. Ha, how about we fix that?"

Ven gagged as a fist buried itself into her cheek, then her gut. She slid down the locker, her ears ringing, as the girl strode off to scare off a group of bystanders.