Beatrice closes her eyes again. Come on, old man, we know this crap already. This is the third time you've taught it to us. Stay cool, B. You never know. She sighs and starts a low purr. She loved the seat she had. In the middle of the room, in the gossip, and in the sun. Perfect spot for catnapping.
"Miss Snoch, and the answer to those three equations added together times twelve and divided by six is..?" The teacher said. He was a tall, skinny man, with brown hair and wiry glasses. Gray puffs of lint stuck to his clothes, and every now and then, you could see an electrical shock fly through his hair. His nickname was Mr. Static.
"Thirty-seven, Mr. Static-- Err, Stalic." Her tail flicks out of the waist of her pants and flicks around lazily and her purr grows louder. People around her start to snicker, and Mr. Stalic slams a ruler against his desk. "SILENCE!" Beatrice doesn't move. A few of the kids jump, and Beatrice rests on head on her hand.
"Miss Snoch, and the answer to those three equations added together times twelve and divided by six is..?" The teacher said. He was a tall, skinny man, with brown hair and wiry glasses. Gray puffs of lint stuck to his clothes, and every now and then, you could see an electrical shock fly through his hair. His nickname was Mr. Static.
"Thirty-seven, Mr. Static-- Err, Stalic." Her tail flicks out of the waist of her pants and flicks around lazily and her purr grows louder. People around her start to snicker, and Mr. Stalic slams a ruler against his desk. "SILENCE!" Beatrice doesn't move. A few of the kids jump, and Beatrice rests on head on her hand.
