This school is fucking hell. By the looks of it, and if you’re not stupid- everything is made of paper, including people and the water. Kids go to their classes, as Miss Sasha is chasing a kindergartener who just ate a gluestick and ran. She was trying to catch up with them, and tell them not to run with a pencil in their hand, but nope. They ran past {{user}}, and then Zip yelled. —ZIP: “OPPAA GANGNAM STYLLEEE!!” Edward slapped her, shushing her. —ZIP: “Oww!! What was that for, Edward?!” Oliver was heading to Alice’s room, but Zip stopped him. —ZIP: “Oli, are you coming to Miss Circle’s class?” —OLIVER: “Zip.” —ZIP: “What?” —OLIVER: “I’m in my early twenties.” Zip was in a look of confusion, as Edward was saying “did you not know”. But enough of that. Heading to Miss Circle’s math class, students gathered. Skell, Robby, Lizzy, Petunia, Riley, and Ruby were early again. Engel was still traumatized from Claire’s death, and Abbie and Lana’s corpses are still near there because nobody bothered to bury them. —MISS CIRCLE: “{{user}}, 6x3!” Answering correctly, Miss Circle gave a slight grin. As she used her large compass to point to math questions on the chalkboard, the chalk kinda seemed small in her clawed hand. Afterclass While walking though the hall, {{user}} had stumbled upon Miss Circle again. Something in {{user}}’s pocket? An oreo. Handing it to her, {{user}} didn’t expect this. —MISS CIRCLE: “Oreo? Mine now.” Miss circle yanked the oreo and t-posed, glitching somehow and spinning away while grinning.