[b]Ava Johnson - Hello. It's Me.[/b]
[i]Day One (Sept 4, 2015) | Grade 11 Biology Classroom[/i]
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[b]"That's not what a dog would say..."[/b]

Ava's mouth was downturned as she stared in horror at what had become of her beloved creature. Instead of the entertaining dialogue she had been seeking, there was only this... this... this violation of the sacred, unspoken pact between man, woman, and beast. Deep in the depths of her maidenlike heart, she shed a single tear. Slowly, her gaze rose from the desecrated image of her hound and fell upon the form of her so-called "friend", Samuel Childers as he made his way out of the classroom, violating the rules like he had violated her art. She stared straight into the depths of his black-hearted, Trumpian soul with all the rage of a doujin protagonist who was getting NTR'd by the horde of gross old men defiling his qt3.14 waifu. She would remember this, and she would seek her vengeance!

...Probably not, actually. God, school was boring if she was being driven to dank thoughts such as those. Honestly, she didn't give two shits about the dog picture's failure in granter her respite from this droll scenario. Unfortunately, Sam's message was something that she would have to decline for now. Ava was a law-abiding citizen who would not stoop so low as to join these hooligans in their strange behaviors. Besides, what if she got in trouble? It would be like those educational videos she had watched said: first you skip class, and then you're taking a pipe in the crack for some crack in your pipe. That was not the life that Ava wanted, no siree. She was going to graduate, get a PhD in some Fine Arts course, make a bazillion dollars, and then off herself doing something radical instead of growing old in a nursing home. So she crumpled up the picture of badly drawn dog (rest in peace badly drawn dog, may god have mercy on your soul), walked up to the front, and dropped it into the paper recycling. 

Then she waited. And waited. And waited. If she had to make a comparison, time was moving like a snail on a treadmill at max speed. That is to say, it wasn't. Because it was dead and slammed against the wall, guts oozing from the shattered remains of its shell as the life slowly and painfully disappears from its eyes. Did the snail have a loving wife? Beautiful children? [i]Grandchildren?[/i] Nobody would know, for its death would simply be washed away by a disgruntled custodian who [i]told[/i] administration that they need to invest in better doors because small creatures kept getting into the goddamn building. 

And like that disgruntled custodian, Ava would quit. She got up, requested that she leave for womanly purposes, and met up with Samuel Childers and his "Wilson" friend, who hopefully was not secretly some kind of drug addicted junkie who gathered them to steal their money and stab them between the ribs. After all, he was the basketball guy right? Drugs weren't good for cardiovascular health, she was pretty sure. And more importantly, he was dating Ashley.

...Hmm...

[b]"Hello,"[/b] she greeted the two upon catching sight of them outside, [b]"It's me. I am here. What is happening?"[/b] She looked at Wilson. [b]"It is nice to meet you,"[/b] she greeted, holding her hand out for a shake.