Math Class

Caitlin walked into class. She wasn't late for once! She sat down and got out her stuff.

Judas entered the class, peering around with a smirk and then nodding to the only familiar face, that being Caitlin.
He slowly took a seat in the back, yawning.

Caitlin turned to look at Judas. She rolled her eyes.

Judas simply smirked.
"Oh my."

Caitlin quickly scribbled a note and passed it to Judas.

Aletia opened the door, seeing many children who were years older than herself. She could see people talking to one another, their voices blending in to one another. She gulped, and walked over to the teacher.

"Um, are you Mr. Davids?" she asked hoping she had got the wrong class, no matter how embarressing that would be. The man turned up to her, taking in her face and details. Aletia felt a bit freaked out by what he was doing, but perhaps he does that to everyone, she wasn't sure. At last, the man spoke,

"Indeed I am. May I ask who you are?" Aletia suddenly felt very shy, feeling someone's gaze fall upon her, as well as going into a class of people who are much older than herself.

"Um, Aletia. Aletia McCulloch. Am I late?" she responded, expecting him to be like an ordinary teacher, but he actually just opened his eyes wider.

"You mean Survivor?" Aletia ignored that and walked to the very back of the class.

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Yes, long and boring I know, but I just had to do it! Sorry.

Judas sighed, burning Caitlin's note to ashes.
"Since I assume it is something unbecoming of a so-called lady, I believe I'll burn it. Unless it was a love note, what a pity, hmm?"
He chuckled in a patronizing manner.