English Class

Aqua walked quitly to class. "This si how it all stated at my old school" she thought miserably "First i'm late for class, then I make a bad impression, then evrybody hates me!" she pushed open the door and quitly said to Ms. Malone "Hello. Sorry I'm late" Ms.Malone looked at her in an exauseted mater. " Well, sit down. What is your name, and what do you think of your powers" Aqua sat down quetly and said "Well, I think my powers are... intresting, but not that stron. My name is Aqua Heartwater" Aqua said, shrinking down into her seat.

Maria looked over and saw Aqua. She smiled at her. Then her smile faded when she saw who was walking into the class next. Her little sister, Ami.

Ami looked around the classroom. This is a nice classroom! Hey! Their is Maria! She walked over to her sister and sat down 2 rows away from her. SHe then turned anf faced Maria and waved over to her.

Maria was not amused. Why is she in this class? Why? She looked at her sister. Ami was waving at her. I have being the big sister! Maria waved back at Ami. She then looked away and faced forward.

Caitlin snuck into class late as usual. She sat down and asked the person next to her what they were doing.

Judas peered at Caitlin, who had taken the empty seat next to him.
"Hrmm? Oh, not much right now, I believe it's either a study period or that the teacher has somehow been put into a coma. Either way it's all good."

"Ok." she started drawing.

No teacher...just as well. I can't think right now.
Chris lay his head down on the table.
It wasn't that he didn't like the subject, he just couldn't be bothered to get any work done right now. He was tired.
He didn't mean to fall asleep.
Or snore that loudly.
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."

Judas snorted and smiled wryly.
"Paper? What in the deuce are you talking about?"

Uh oh...paper?
This was bad.
ESSAY!
And there was the paper.
Gotta love that power.

Judas shrugged.
"Me? You'd like me to share it with the class? Or were you just being general?"

Judas smiled.
"I've written about a boy tired of the monotony of school and work, a boy who decides one day to simply start killing people, for no reason at all. The horror of it, of course, is the inanity. He isn't a bad person, or insane. He is regular like you and...well, maybe not me, I'm not quite monotonous like all of you, but the horror of it is the sudden madness of it all. He loses his soul in the killing you know."
Judas laughed.
"Oh no, just kidding, I wrote a piece on poetry."