That's Not How the Story Goes (Dunclet & Kladora) On Hold

#4- Partners?

"Can you just get them moving!" Klaus exclaimed over us.

We all looked over at him and his now awake siblings.

I sighed and got up. But, a crab happened to be right where my left foot was placed. I tripped over it and fell to the floor where the other crabs scampered to the sides of the shack.

"Shit!" I yelled a little too loudly.

Violet covered Sunny's ears.

"Isadora!" Klaus said. He helped me up.

"Michael!" Quigley said.

Did he actually just forget my name? But he just went for the crab I had stepped on. Wow. Only Quigley.

I mean it had felt nice that someone had cared about me (Klaus, not Quigley or "Michael")

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thanks."

Once all was back to normal, we got up and headed out of the shack.

"Sooo, now what do we do." Asked Violet.

"We get ready in the bathrooms."

Nothing too interesting happened in the bathrooms.

The boys got ready in the boy's restroom and we had gotten ready in the girl's restroom. Of course, near the end Carmelita came in. She tried to pull Violet's hair but was too short to do so.

Anyways, Sunny would be working as an assistant for Nero while the rest of us had class.

Violet, Quigley, & Duncan were in classroom 1 with Mr.Ramora. Klaus & I we're in classroom 2 with Ms.Bass.

Going back to Carmelita, she wasn't really in a class. She didn't "need to learn with all the cakesniffers." Yet, she choose to interrupt the classes randomly to torment her other peers.

Duncan POV
Violet was in my class along with Quigley. I guess I would be looking forward to this.

Violet was seated at the back of the class like Quigley & I had on our first day. We didn't share a seat, just in the back. Now, I sat near the middle of the room on the right side. Quigley was in the same row as I just on the far left.

I feel bad for everyone in this class including me, because we have to listen to the teacher drone on with useless stories.

I also feel bad for all the bananas that have been lost with Mr.Remora's obsession with them.

Someone kicked me in the back.

"Jesus, what was that for-"

I looked back at the person who did that. They were glaring at me and pointed near the front of the room. I looked there after sneaking a glance at a worried Violet.

"What did I just say Duncan?" The teacher asked me awkwardly trying to stare me down.

"Your haircut was $10?" I said thinking I had heard him say something like that.

Mr.Ramora's blank expression turned to a surprised look for a quick second but resulted in going back to it's normal boredom.

"You're right but look like you're paying attention next time.."

He lost his train of thought but started telling more stories until he even stopped doing that.

"So, instead of giving you a pop quiz this week, I'm going to give you an assignment to express how well you are comprehending these stories."

Did I mishear him? That was unexpected. We never have projects.

"By doing this, you will work with a partner to recreate 5 of these stories with a script you can also turn in."