Or I could stay home...
                              
So tempting! Urgh. It's Friday, come on Jill, you can do this.
                              
Reluctantly I went to my car. I should be awarded more often for being such a good person.
                              
When I stepped into the main hall I checked the time. Only two minutes late. Needles to say, the hall was empty and I was alone.
                              
So I did what every person would do. I hurried to my classroom.
                              
No, not really. I started singing Friday by Rebecca Black while skipping to my locker. It's so much fun singing in an empty hall. At least I know how to entertain myself.
                              
I headed over to English class, still singing. I lifted my hand to open the door but someone beat me to it.
                              
"Jill Larson get your butt in here and stop singing!" Oops. I guess my teacher heard my beautiful rendition of Friday.
                              
I looked at her suspiciously. Did she just say butt? She did, didn't she? That naughty woman. Mrs. Howard was in her forties but she dressed like an old lady. She had blonde hair and brown eyes with a few wrinkles. I liked that she was so tiny. It was almost cute.
                              
"Are you even allowed to say butt?" I put my hand over my heart and gasped, pretending to be shocked. A few students laughed.
                              
Oh my. Was my lovely teacher blushing? That's just adorable.
                              
I went to sit down and she decided to ignore my comment. Smart move.
                              
The next class was French. Snake was in that class. Lucky me.  When I arrived he was already sitting in his seat. He was laughing at his phone, probably watching youtube videos or something.
                              
He was wearing a dark grey tshirt that said Trust me, I'm a chef. I chuckled. He hadn't seen me yet, the guy was so focused on his phone.
                              
"Oh em gee! You remembered our dress code!" I said in a very girly voice. He looked confused for a second until he noticed it was me.
                              
He looked at my shirt and his face brightened. "Twinsies!" We both laughed.
                              
There were girls at our school that actually talked like that. Luckily they didn't wear the same things, that would make me puke.
                              
"Bonjour tout le monde. Asseyez-vous." My teacher was so passionate about French that she didn't speak a world English in class. We weren't allowed to speak English either. Sometimes it would be quite entertaining when someone had a question.
                              
Some people said bonjour back but most of us just grunted something. Ah, I could smell the enthusiasm in the air.
                              
I was glad at least Snake was in my class. He took AP French because cooking involved a lot of French terms and his big dream was to go to France to work at one of those fancy restaurants. Good for him.
                              
That didn't mean he was motivated to actually pay attention in class, though.
                              
"Jill, I brought Uno!" He grinned.
                              
I laughed. Last week we were joking about bringing a card game to class to keep us entertained. I guess he wasn't joking after all.
                              
"Bring it on, I'm gonna kick your cul." I'm not really a competitive person, but Snake was so I liked to play along.
                              
"What does cul mean? You're gonna kick my cu-ohh." Funny how his face changed from utter confusion to realization in a few seconds.
                              
After a few minutes we were engrossed in our game. I hate to admit that Snake was winning.
                              
"Ha! I only have two cards left!" He did a little victory dance with his upper body. Yep, competitive. I had a secret weapon though.
                              
"Oh no you don't." I smirked and showed him a +4 card. His face fell immediately causing me to snort. Poor Snake, he really thought he had this in the bag.