After English [Anyone]

[Eva Duvalle &&]

Eva was not, by nature, a rude person. She had learned to take things in stride. Everything happens for a reason. That sort of philosophy shit printed on napkins, cards, and inspirational posters. It was after class and she had a few complaints about her latest mark: a 64%.

"Miss Duvalle, your paper on Romeo and Juliet was quite...presumptuous. You claim to have human psychology completely wrapped up, and a few lines just blew me away. For example...." Mr Kensington scanned the few roughly scrawled pages rather than the neatly typed version. "You wrote 'this is exactly like Maury. People are never that devoted to a man, and she probably was playing another three at the same time. Shakespeare's writing was unrealistic and, although good for his time, not exactly an award-winner with that kind of character construction' I found your paper a bit too analyzing, as if you can compare this tragedy to trash television."

Eva folded her arms simply. "I must say, though, Mr. Kensington, that should not be grounds for the mark I received. You told us all to give our straightforward feelings on this novel, and I did. I gave it in a manner that is years above my grade level." She stuffed a few stray curls in her white headband, trying not to raise her voice. "I found your whole look at my paper biased and very limited. Just because-" Her voice broke off. "Just because I didn't say I identified with the characters and tried to be deep like all of the other 15 year olds who think they know love does not mean I don't deserve a fair look."

"I wonder, Miss Duvalle, if you are overestimating yourself."

"I wonder if your wife is going to tell you about her and Gary."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, nothing."

She gave him an unconcerned smile and stood, hands on her hips, book report in hand, one eyebrow arched in self-satisfaction.

[Adrianna Mollon]

Adrianna sat in the back of the english class and watch this conversation unfolded. She treid to hold back laughs from the last part about Gary. Adrianna stood up, her brown wavey hair over her face. She looked at Eva, "He cheated me out too." She said showing her, her grade. Which was a 60%, most likely for a reason like hers.

[Eva Duvalle &&]

"Oh really?" She saw the red 60 crudely written across the top. "I wrote about how unrealistic the relationship was. And uh, Juliet was a ho. Maybe I missed the point of the book, but I'll be pissed if that's on my report."

She took Adrianna's book report and skimmed through the first few paragraphs. "This is good." Eva didn't hand out compliments. Mostly because she usually ended up offending somebody. Truth be told, she was not a real people person and actually liked causing everyone trouble.

"Mr. Kensington, he's got something against me. I complain about my marks a lot."

[Adrianna Mollon]

Adrianna nodded. "Everyone in this class does." She said. "And Juliet was a ho." She said with a smirk Throwing the paper in a small trash can. "Honestly, I think english is a waste of time. You write how you want to, not how some old guy with no life wants you too." She said walking to the door way. "A prank would be great." She said with a short laugh. Adrianna liked Eva for the things she said, how she really didint care who you were. Thats how Adrianna felt. You could be the pope and she would talk to you like everyone else because like everyone else, you are only human.

[Eva Duvalle &&]

"She's worse than me. And I'm not really into monogamy." Eva put her rough copy and typed version in her black and lime striped bag, and stuck it back over her shoulder. "I'm a prostitute, by the way. Plus, as long as somebody reads and writes, it shouldn't matter what level it is. God, I read nothing but old She-Hulk and Archie comics until I was 9."

Mr. Kensington had been politely listening to their conversation and then got up, and walked over to them both. "I think, upon much consideration, I will change your mark." He said curtly to her.

"Really?" She took it out again and handed it to him. The man scratched out the small but prominent red 64% and right next to it wrote 58%.

"If you have any concerns, please present them in a calm and focused matter."

She took the paper, and very slowly and deliberately, in front of his eyes, she tore a vertical rip along the middle, then turned it and ripped it again so there was several dozen rectangular squares of text in her hands. She held a few up between her gold nails.

"If this is a D+ paper, then excuse me."

Eva Duvalle wasn't a rebel or anything like that. She rarely defied orders. But she was not about to be screwed over by some middle aged man wearing a revolting red shirt and patterned tie. Maybe by a hot student-teacher.

[Adrianna Mollon]

Adrianna saw what the teacher did. It was a low move, "Well Mr Kensington, I know see where you get your vindication from." She said looking at him oddly, it was a bit immature. "I thought you were about forty-five, Then again, you might as well be useless." Adrianna just wasn't in the mood today, people were snapping at her left and right, she didn't need this man making it worse for her.