7:00 PM. If they weren't in class, the kids could be out on missions of just goofing off. But NO. They had to learn about the proper way to eat soep and crap like that. Kacey looked around. Raleigh, David and Christian were in the middle of a game of "Rock, Paper, Scissors", Emma was drawing up schematics for an escape route, Val was asleep (using her "Please and Thank You" regenboog Monkey as a pillow), Maddy and Minerva were styling each other's hair, Megan was in the middle of giving Wally a purple nurple (OW!) for calling her a nerd because she brought a pen and notepad to take notes, Abby was listening to her iPod, and Hoagie was munching on some Skittles. No sign of Kiki yet.
"Where IS she!?" she wondered.
Just then, the door burst open. Kiki caught her breath, dusted her self off, and sat down.
"Where were YOU?" Kacey pondered.
"Um.....yeah, u don't want to know. Secret teenage stuff." she answered.
"Ah."
Just then, the doorknob turned slightly, and in walked Mr. Manners.
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"Good evening, aspiring young adults!" he greeted.
Val jumped up, surprised.
"HOLYBIGCHEESE!" she said.
Maddy burst out luaghing.
"WHADDUP, DUDE!?" everyone else greeted.
Mr. Manners facepalmed.
"I see that we have a lot of work to do."
"WORK?!" Wally whined. Him and Kiki pulled the "melted toddler" routine.
Mr. Manners growled and walked over to the two.
"Look at you! Your posture is horrendous!"
"What?" Wally asked, confused as usual.
"It means we look like crap." Kiki answered.
Mr. M. stood the two up, and pulled out one of those pointers that teachers use (not a laser one, sadly)
He started whacking (actually meer like tapping, but u know how people exaggerate) the two.
"Feet together, head held up high, shoulders down, stand up straight!"
"OW!" both whined.
The younger operatives and Raleigh started giggling. Mr. M. shot them a look, and they immediatly shut up. Megan was taking notes.
"Shoulders down....feet toether..."
"Nerd!" Wally giggled.
Kiki smacked him upside the head.
"Ah, ah, ah. Physical violence doesn't solve anything."
"That's right." Val added, "Psychological domination is how u solve anything!"
"Exactly!" Kacey retorted, 'Where the 'F' are u getting your sources, dude?"
Mr. M. sighed, already exhausted after 20 minutes.
"Look...how about we start with introductions?"
"But we already know each other!" Maddy said.
"Now who wants to go first?", Mr. M. said, completely ignoring her.
Val waved her hand in the air.
"You!"
She skipped happily to the front of the class.
"Hiya! My name is Valentina Spankulot, I'm 7-and-a-half years old, my bestest vrienden are Kiki, Kacey, Maddy, and Minerva, an' I hate Wallabee Beetles' guts!"
Kiki stood up and applauded.
"Well done!"
"All right, Mrs. Chatterbox," Mr. M. said, "how about you?"
"Sure! I'm Kiki Hatrick, I'm 14-an'-three-quarters-years-old, umm...don't mess with me, of I'll freakin' break your face in..."
"Alright, stop right there. Your speech is terrible. You're supposed to pronounce the 'g' of 'd' at the end of a word."
"Well, EXCUSE ME for my slightly English accent! Blame my dad for the way I talk!"
Mr. M. sighed and rubbed his temples. Tonight was going to be a LONG night.....