Kit walked into class and sat at an empty black table.
"JAZZY!" She cried as a blonde walked into the room.
"KIT-KAT!" Jazz mock-squealed, giggling.

it was too early for girly squeeling
especially if your senses were superhumanly hightened
my head throbed from exahstion and the flouresent lights didn't help much

Kit giggled, smiling. She hadn't been this happy in forever.
"Did you finish the English Paper?" She asked, beginning to work on the clay whistle the teacher was having the students make.
"Ugh, no. I haven't even started it yet. I bet you did, you english freak."
"I'm not an english freak." Kit muttered, sticking her tongue out.
"I prefer bookworm. I or like... Queen of all that is book-ish and Art-y. Whatever fits your fancy."
"Don't get yer panties in a twist."
"nyah nyeh nyaaah." Kit mocked, giggling.
She lined the reed on her whistle up with hole and blew. The sound was like an owl hooting.
"IT WORKED! IT WENT TOOT TOOT!" Kit grinned and turned to Arrow.
"IT WORKED!"
Jazzy snickered.
"Would you like a trophy?"
"Why yes." Kit said in a snobby voice, "Yes I would."
"I'll be sure to mail it to you first thing." Jazz winked.
"Yeah, you bet your buttons you will."

that sounds really good. says jenifer