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Relieved that Mr Smith hadn't noticed her small slip up, Summer quickly sat down again, properly this time. She didn't stay sitting straight for long though, quickly sliding down and resting her head on her arms, already starting to glaze over. "Why are we learning about the election of '08?" She muttered after repeating the sentence. "I get it's important history and all, but..."

 
Flynn resisted the urge to sigh and facepalm as he watched out of the corner of his eye Summer mutter about the election. He wished he could say out loud to her, "Don't question it," but he knew that he would get caught for sure. Again, he found himself biting his lip and staring right at Mr. Smith, waiting to see what he would make them repeat out loud next.

 
"You girl! Shut up and sit up! This is not your own home, this is school! And you will learn!" bellowed Mr Smith, pointing at Summer with an outstretched finger. He scowled at her, striding over to her seat and narrowing his eyes at her. "And you will obey." he whispered, in a dangerously soft voice. He strode back to his seat, continuing to lecture the students on the 2008 election.

Celia widened her eyes as he strode over to Summer. Out of everything, he did not expect him to burst like that, so easily. She instinctively straighten up, taking in a breath.

 
Flinching as he heard Mr. Smith's rather sudden scolding of Summer, Flynn shuddered slightly. At least with Mr. Rael, you could expect being snapped at, and with Mrs. Partridge, she made it obvious she would yell if you did anything out of order. But Mr. Smith.. Ugh. Flynn was hardly listening to the lecture about the election of 2008, he was too busy mulling over the creepiness of Mr. Smith in his head.

 
She didn't have to be told to sit up - Summer jumped rather violently when Mr Smith yelled at her, shooting up and flinching slightly when he came up close. Swallowing and feeling suddenly self conscious, Summer decided to get this over with, forcing herself to look up into his eyes and muttering a quick "Yes, Sir.". As much as she wanted to slouch down again, she didn't for obvious reasons, still slightly stunned. She didn't speak either, only giving Flynn and Celia a quick, scared glance. This was going to be a long lesson...

 
Mr Smith continued his long lecture, stopping every five or so minutes to yell at someone for not sitting up straight enough. After about half an hour of lecturing, he stopped in the middle of the room, and boomed "Right I'm going to hand out a sheet. Fill it out with the correct information. And NO TALKING.". He hand out an A4 sheet, with questions covering both sides of the paper.

Celia reached in her pocket for a pen and started scribbling down answers. She didnt know most of the answers, but guessing would probably work. After two questions, her pen was running out. She leant over to Summer and whispered "Do you have a spare pen?"

 
Relieved the long, endless lecture was over, Flynn felt joy a for a few moments before realizing that they had to do an assignment. His joy instantly evaporated and was replaced by dread. He absolutely sucked at history, and he had retained only about half of the info that had been given out to them in the last half hour. Panicking mentally, Flynn looked down at his sheet, and forced himself to do write what he could. He managed to fill in most of the questions, but was stumped by a few. From now on, he reminded himself to actually pay attention in history and not wonder about the strangeness of this school, to save that for when he was in his dorm room.

 
Summer had been staring at the sheet with her mind completly blank when Celia whispered to her. "Uh..." quickly glancing up and around, Summer quickly sketched a pen on the corner of her sheet and brought it to life, eventually handing Celia a solid pen. "Not the most exciting thing to look at, but it'll do." She smiled before turning back to her quiz and groaning. She actually had no idea... biting her lip, Summer went to put an answer down, but then stopped. Should she just leave the whole thing blank? Or put daft answers in? Realising she was probably running out of time, Summer did both, leaving some blank and putting silly answers in the others. The one thing she didn't write was her name on the top.

 
Flynn had no choice but to pen in iffy answers into the questions he couldn't answer and then he slowly wrote in his name at the top of the paper. Gulping, he glanced over at Mr. Smith, wondering when he would be collecting the tests. Flynn prayed the period would be over soon, since he absolutely despised Mr. Smith and his quiet yet frightening personality.

 
Celia thanked Summer and got back to working. She stuck her tongue out at the test. She'd zoned out for most of the lecture - there was literally nothing she knew. She groaned and gave up.

Mr Smith stood up and announced loudly "Right, I'll collect the papers in now. After I've collected them all in, you are dismissed." He strode around, snatching the papers off the tables and sitting back down at his desk. He nodded at them - they were dismissed.

 
As soon as the signal was given that they were dismissed, Summer leapt to her feet, moving over to stand by her friend's desks. "Man, I totally failed that test." She moaned. "I didn't put my name on. Hopefully he'll never know." She paused then, thinking, then sighed. "Well, I think it's dinner next... for you guys, anyway. Where do you think I should go? Somewhere far away from this Anna person, at least."

 
Relieved that Mr. Smith wasn't going to criticize them quite yet on their tests, Flynn got up from his desk and went over to Celia and Summer. "I think you should head back to your dorm room for the time being, since anyway, we have to head to our rooms after dinner. Say, what's your room number? I'll try to sneak you a dinner roll or somethin' so you don't starve." Flynn stretched his arms high into the air, beginning to yawn but quickly covering his mouth with his hand so it wouldn't be audible enough that Mr. Smith would hear.

 
"I think I've got some food in my suitcase somewhere - probably all mashed up by now though, so it's no use." Celia mumbled, walking towards the door. She didn't like Mr Smith, and wanted to get out of the classroom. "Hopefully, the food isn't like the teachers." she said, lowering her voice so Mr Smith couldn't hear. She wasn't too fussy with food; sh'ed probably eat it as long as it was edible and not festering with flies

 
"Room 128, but don't risk your lives if you can help it." Summer said, giving a small smile and twitching the pen she was still holding. She sighed. "If only we had mobile phones, then I could at least text you through it..." as they made their way out of the classroom, Summer bit her lip. "It would probably be rather daft of me to try and sneak into dinner... I'll walk down with you anyway and hope I don't get yelled at for being near."

 
"Yeah, definitely do not try to go to dinner. You might get tomorrows dinner taken away, too... Or you'll get caned. If they do that here. I wouldn't be surprised if they did do that here. The punishments here are so old fashioned. Back home, the punishments were just detention or having to call home. Here.." Flynn shook his head and sighed. "Gawd, I hope they have decent grub. I'm gonna be ticked if they don't even have good food."

 
Summer winced. "God, that's such an old, brutal punishment. I do not want that at all. Taking my dinner away is bad enough..." The corridors were getting fuller and noiser as more students filed into them, eager to escape to lunch. Summer tried to stick close to Flynn and Celia as they pushed through. "Which way is it to the dinner hall anyway? I'm just going with the flow..." Then she noticed that people were turning through some double doors and ducked behind Flynn. "Are there teachers there? Have they noticed me?"

 
"Huh, I wouldn't be surprised if they had stocks for people to throw rotten fruit at you." muttered Celia, shaking her head. Glancing around, she said "I don't think there's any teachers. Either they're really short, there aren't any, or they're guarding the queue.". She took in a deep breath and smiled slightly. It was the smell of food. Whether it was nice or not, Celia was grateful the queue wasn't too long - she had barely had anything for breakfast.

 
Flynn's mouth began to water at the wafting smell of food. At once, his hunger came back to him, tugging at his stomach to the point where Flynn couldn't simply ignore it. Luckily, the lines were short, so it didn't take him too long to be able to get a hot, steaming plate of mashed potatoes, chicken, peas, corn, and a dinner roll with butter. He stared at the food with a look of extreme hunger, wanting to start tearing into it with his bare hands.

 
Summer sighed, watching Flynn and Celia go. "Well, see ya." She said, standing and watching for a few moments. Why was she torturing herself like this? Biting her lip, Summer turned away, thinking hard. She'd never tried to draw actual edible food before... could she do it? Hopefully, yes... she was absolutly starving.

(feel free to have a teacher give Summer a hard time, otherwise I'll be RPing with myself xD)

 
(Okay)

Flynn stood away from the line with his dish piled with food, waiting for Celia to get her food so the two of them could go sit down. He looked down, trying to avoid looking at the steaming food on his plate since it made him feel even more ravenous than he already was. Since he didn't want to embarrass himself by digging into the food with his hands, as the utensils were on the table, Flynn simply waited, watching other people get their food. He wondered if any of them had suspected anything about the school yet.

Mr. Worthington was walking down the hall, headed toward the cafeteria to watch that none of the teens caused any havoc during dinner when he saw Summer standing by the door. He walked up to her, and snapped, "Aren't you supposed to be in your dorm room? Go. Now. Don't make me have to escort you."

 
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