[b]Ava Johnson - Boring[sup]2[/sup][/b]
[i]Day One (Sept 4, 2015) | Grade 11 Biology Classroom[/i]
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Ava Johnson was not having a good time.

As far as the first day of school went, there was really only two things to expect out of any given period: an extensive elaboration of a course outline full of useless information everyone either knows or doesn't care about, and forms to fill out yourself and/or with your parents. Despite being what some would call "a massive fucking loser", the girl found no joy in such a boring class period; even having massive amounts of work to do trumped simply sitting down and listening to something she could and did read over in about ten seconds. This, however, was the unfortunate reality that she could not escape - though not for want of trying.

The class did have a few fortunate diversions though, and such events were respite for her taxed soul. Consider the... [b][i]'What was her name again?'[/i][/b] This thought was socially acceptable because Ava was not someone who knew people. This meant that she was not obligated to answer it, yet she still visibly crinkled her face trying to come up with the proper answer. Ultimately, she decided that it was not worth it. Such an act was only pointless filler among pointless filler: pointless filler[sup]2[/sup]. Whatever the case, the source of this pointless filler was the young blonde lass who had drawn the ire of the teacher by doing such a horrendous thing as pursuing the completion of a school-mandated form. How [i]utterly barbaric[/i]. 

That was sarcasm. Ava was a very funny person; people simply didn't appreciate her. It was very sad. However, this girl had said something funny. Typically, the system is input humor, output laughter.  Haha. Ha. [i]HA.[/i] (Un?)Fortunately, Ava was not an asshole and would not physically laugh at the teacher for trying to do his job. That was not a daijobu thing to do. Instead she would do it in her head, like any responsible American citizen would when faced with the disgrace of their countrymen. Fortunately for the teacher, he would not be subject to further humiliation from Ava, at least. She had already filled out her Dear Anonymous form and handed it in during the English class by using the power of good time management and honest answers.

...Okay, maybe not that last one. 

From the corner of her eye, she caught Sam Childers watching her. It reminded her of a certain book about a forced romance between a vampiric stalker and his emotionless human stalkee. But Ava knew the truth behind this boy's fixation with her face. She knew that there was no romantic subtext. Besides, if he was under the impression that she would be doing something interesting, quirky, or otherwise romcom protagonist-esque, he would be wrong. Perhaps he would come to the conclusion she was an inhuman monster of composure. Indeed, there was no way someone with a personality as extreme as Ava's could be considered human. But as luck would have it, she was in a bored mood today, so Sam would get some wholesome, child-friendly entertainment this period. 

Ava drew a picture of a dog. It was a pretty shitty looking dog. Like, the kind of dog that mother dogs show their pups in order to dissuade them from smoking the dank kush or snorting cocaine. Although, it appeared that that was not the intent behind this terrible work of art, for in the background were flowers and a smiley sun. She passed this dog picture to Sam on her right. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that it had an empty speech bubble. The void contained in that speech bubble posed Sam the greatest of unspoken questions: what was the dog saying? Was it happy? Was it sad?

...And what dark secrets did it hold about the true nature of humanity?