During Math Class
"Hey, Rosellia?" Justin asked me.
"Yes, Big Foot?" I asked.
"Do you want to go the park with Alicia, my friends, and I after school?" he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sure, why not? It's not like I have anything better to do. Although... if I do go, then my purple unicorn might steal my computer and log onto my facebook and write something very naughty... I might have to check with her first. I have to tell the flying monkeys to lock her up in the candy cell." He just looked at me like I was crazy.
"Well, it's the truth! Oh, the monkeys better not steal my grape jelly!" I said. "If they do, I'm blaming you." I scowled at him.
"How could they steal your grape jelly if they're in your room?" he asked confused. Oh poor,poor confused boy.
"The grape jelly's in my room," i said in a 'duh' tone.
"Why do you have grape jelly in your room?" he asked.
"To ward off vampires," I said in a very 'duh' tone again. He looked at me with an amused expression. "What?" I asked.
"Vampires aren't afriad of grape jelly," he said.
"Oh yea? Then, Mr. Smarty-Pants, what ARE they afraid of?" I asked.
"They're afraid of the amazing animals called werewolves," he said matter-of-factly.
"So, you mean to tell me that I've been carrying this huge jar of grape jelly with me everywhere for no reason?" I asked pulling out the jar of jelly.
"Pretty much," he said. I was sad, then, an evil idea popped into my head.
"What class do you have next?" I asked randomly, well to him it was random.
"I have a free period next hour, why?" he asked with a smirk.
"Oh, just wondering," I said while opening the jar of jelly. He looked at me like I was crazy again. "What? I'm hungry," I said. For revenge... When he looked away from me, I grabbed some jelly and put it in my hand. "Hey, Justin," I said in a sing-song voice. As soon as he looked at me, he got a face-full of jelly. "I bet you taste good, Justin," I said with a smile on my face.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he asked.
"Naughty, naughty, boy! There are young people around us," I said in a scornful tone.
"Aren't you the youngest in our grade, though, Rosellia?" someone just randomly asked.
"Yes, I am. What's the difference there's still young people around us. Don't you see the ghosts right there, sitting in the chair?" I asked. Everyone turned and looked at the chair I was pointing to, even Justin. When Justin turned around, he got another handful of grape jelly in his face.
"Little girl, you are going to clean off my face, you know that, right?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
"Nope, I don't have to. I will tell my monkeys to help you clean it up. Besides, you stole my last food from me when you were around, now you don't have to! I'm giving it to you!" I said with a smile. I then took my pointer finger up to his face and got some jelly off of his face and then put the finger in my mouth. "Mmm... I totally forgot how tasty grape jelly was!" I said.
I heard him chuckle. Wait... no... I FELT him chuckle. "Hey! You hooker, put me down! Why won't you put me down?" I scream asked.
"If you stop screaming, I will put you down, deal?" he asked.
"Fine," I said in a calm tone. When he put me down, I took the huge jar of jelly and placed it over his head then watched all the jelly fall. "I bet you taste REALLY good now!" I said while laughing. "It's half tempting to get peanut butter and pour it all over you! Then, I could just grab some bread and I would have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich! YUMMY!" I said.
"You are so odd," he said. The whole class agreed.
"Thank you!" I said right as the math teacher walked into the class, twenty minutes late as usual.
"Good morn- what happened to you?" he asked looking at Justin.
"Let's just say that we might have one less girl in here tomorrow," he said glaring at me. I looked at him with an innocent look on my face.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said blinking like an angel.
"Sure you don't..." he said smiling.
The math teacher looked at Justin and I strangely before saying, "Alright, well, class and jelly dancer, we are learning about triangles today." Did... did he just make a joke? I teacher... making... a joke? Him? It was a pretty good one at that!
"Nice, Mr. M!" I said. He looked at my like I was crazy. Oh yea... he hasn't hear me talk before... OH WELL!