The Anime, Manga, and RPG High School

Misty smiled proudly at her test. She'd gotten a perfect on it, even though it had been a little difficult to remember such obscure dates. Still, she was glad she'd done better than Allen. He looked horrifed by his grade.

Allen had known he'd guessed on more than half of the questions. Still, his shock was soon dispelled by the curiousity of which ones he'd actually gotten right. Bookman hadn't marked the answers right or wrong, so he had to wonder.

Zidane grinned smugly and leaned back in his chair. He was a master theif. He could steal answers to a test, and not only that, he could guess correctly who knew the answers. I rock.

Karin had the sudden urge to bash her head against the desk. Of course she'd have to take a test on history. It was her worse subject besides gym.

Zidane was bored. He was a performer, an actor, and a theif. He had no use for history, not unless it was a historic play. And the longer Bookman droned on, the more bored Zidane became. Boredom was never a good thing with this theif.

He whipped up a paper airplane, and while Bookman wasn't looking, sent it sailing at Allen, who it bopped in the head.

Allen glared at Zidane, who smiled. Unlike the monkey boy, Allen had to study. His grade on that test proved that to him. He went back to his notes, only to be bopped in the head by yet another paper airplane. He didn't want to interrupt Bookman's lecture, but a third airplane to the head made up his mind.

"Um... Bookman," Allen said, raising his hand.

Allen felt like a tattle-tale, but he was really starting to get annoyed with the paper plane missiles. "Zidane keeps throwing paper planes at me," he said lamely. He could feel all the eyes on him, and he thought he heard someone giggle. As a result, he sunk down in his chair to escape the watchful stares.