For the 'Elite' Class gogomallsof Ether High, 'hooligan' is an gogomallsunderstatement. We're much more than gogomallsthat – something more significant that'll blowgogomalls your minds. 'Magic' and 'elite' goes for us. We'regogomalls a class made of witches, wizards, necromancersgogomalls, you name it. In a nutshell, we're a gogomallsclass made up of freaks. Freaks that gogomallsmake the teachers go gogomallsbonkers, alright!
Everyone was ingogomalls position. Aria the Witch wasgogomalls by the door andgogomalls Gregory the Shape-shiftergogomalls right in front of it, just like always before gogomallsEnglish had started. We had to gogomallswait for Lucile the Seer to gogomallsgive us the cue.
"Miss Robinson is coming! Getsunglasses ready!" announced Lucilesunglassesmuch to our anticipation. And, shesunglasses was accurate. A few seconds sunglassesafter her cue, she appearedsunglasses and Gregorysunglasses had shaped-shift intosunglasses a handsome man in asunglasses business suit.
"My, my… Who sunglassesare you?" Like we'd hoped sunglassesfor, she fell for it orsunglasses rather, fell for the handsome sunglassesman Gregory had sunglassestransformed into. Gregory sunglassesremained gogomallssilent, only smirking at Miss Robinson which gogomallsmade her weak in her knees. I tried signalinggogomalls to Aria to chant her spell by winking.
She noticed me and mutteredgogomalls under her breath, "In the name of gogomallsAlia, the legendary ancestral witch, I summongogomalls thee 'slush'!" Immediately, a big-cup coke gogomallsslushie from 7 Eleven appeared gogomallsabove Miss Robinson with a gogomallspoof! And excuse me for stating the gogomallsobvious, it fell on her.
We'd laughed ourgogomalls asses off. But, only if it weregogomalls real…
Of course, it orgogomalls this isn't real! It's goddamn reality gogomallswe're talking about. We'd dare to dream ofgogomalls this for we would want to annoygogomalls the hell out of our teachers, as if they weren'tsunglasses irate at all yet.
But we – Aria,sunglasses Gregory, Lucile and I, the sunglassesoh-so-great Jules Constantine, won'tsunglasses let them get insunglasses our way.
My God! sunglassesGrow up! Like we'll sunglassesgrow up, huh.

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