Voices+-+Vocabulary+Two

=Vocabulary Two=

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. Lora decided to doodle and draw hearts on her vocabulary test page instead of listening to stinky Mr. Smith. She decided that like, when she like, grew up, she would like, open a school. Like, this school would have no like, vocabulary grade. Also, like this school wouldn't have like, stinky people like Mr. Smith. //Everybody would look good and like, yeah, good. Whatever.//

Lora decided to think of something else. Like, //oh my god, I didn't know that just thinking about school would like, make me so tired! Whatever. School is like so boring!// Then she continued to doodle on her test paper. Across the room, Lora's like, uber, like super uber, best friend, Alice, blew a bubble with her gum. The bubble popped. Mr. Smith's head snapped around. //Oh my god!!! His head almost like, fell off!// It like, snapped around so fast, she felt the wind coming from the motion! //Well, stinky motion.//

"Who was that?" Mr. Smith barked.

Silence. No one dared answer.

"If I hear anybody chewing gum one more time, all of you are staying here for lunch," he said, angrily.

Lora went back to doodling on her paper. By now, she had created a collage of hearts and names and meaningless words. //Doodling is like, um much better than like, spelling or like vocabulary. Whatever you call it. Not that I care. I would like, rather like wear Burberry rather then like, actually study for something as like, yucky, as vocabulary.//

"Lora, what have you done to your paper?" Mr. Smith had crept up to her.

Lora screamed, "Ohmygod! I'm like so surprised!"

"I'Il ask you again Lora, what have you done to your paper?"

"Well, like, um, like, I made art."

"It looks like a mess to me."

"Well...oh my god..it's not like I'm trying to be DaVinci or something. Anyway, I don't want to cut off my ear or whatever he did."

"Stay after class Lora."

"Kay. Like, whatever."

Lora tuned out the rest of the class. Nothing in that class had any meaning to her. Not that this class had any meaning to her anyway. All that she learned was that Mr. Smith had an uber huge obsession with like letters. So, she used the rest of the class time to like, think of a way she could like, make Mr. Smith look like, better. If that was possible.