|Square Dancing Class: The Weirdest of Them All
Author: the electric phantom PM
M. Flower High is forcing its students to take a dance class. Jessica and Keith pick square dancing, but they're in for a surprise. The teacher has crazy beliefs like "Don't talk to brothers!" and "Unmatching socks give you good luck!" Can the class actually manage to not fail and possibly learn something about life, love, and yes, square dancing. Might contain Jeith later on.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,132 - Reviews: 5 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 06-25-12 - Published: 06-24-12 - id: 8250271
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Jessica sighed as she slipped into a desk.
"This is going to be a long class, isn't it?" she asked Keith. He didn't respond; he was already asleep.
"Yep. Long class."
For school, they had to sign up for a dance class. The options had been ballet, tap, ballroom, and square dancing. She had picked square dancing because it seemed less awkward (oh, and because she was already great at tap.)
The teacher came in in jean shorts and a patriotic plaid shirt. This should be interesting.
"Keith, wake up!" she muttered.
"How long was I asleep?"
"HELLO, EVERYBODY!" the teacher said in a failed attempt at Grover, "I am your teacher, Mr. Dick!" some students snickered. Mr. Dick looked around the room.
"Well, this isn't the right environment for my class; someone's already asleep!"
"Keith, wake up!" Jessica said.
"My homework ate my dog!" he yelled randomly. Several people laughed.
"Keith, wake up!" nothing, "Please?" still nothing, "Look, it's the Wiggles guest starring on The Muppet Show!" he woke up.
"Where? I wanna see!" he looked at Jess,"That's just cruel." Mr. Dick cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Yes, well, now that we're all awake, let's introduce ourselves! How about we start with you in the front?"
"I'm Matt," a guy said.
"I'm Alicia," his girlfriend added.
"I'm Jesse," said the guy next to them.
"I'm Marie!" said a blonde girl enthusiastically. Then was the second row.
"Yo, Michael." Third row.
"Keith," he said (still only half-awake.)
"I'm Tiffany!" And the back row was.
"Okay, so, let's get going! Now, who knows how to do the train dance?" asked Mr. Dick. Jessica, Keith, Bobby, and Marie raised their hands.
"Alright, get moving!"
"Where to?" Keith asked.
"Where do you want to go?" he and Jessica looked at each other like they won the lottery.
"Alright!" they began the train dance (If you do not know this dance, please consult A Very Potter Musical.)
"Who knows how fast this year's gonna go? Hand me a glass; let the butterbeer flow," they sang, and so on and so forth until they reached The Electric Diner. Everyone sat down.
"Whoa, what's going on?" Hector asked.
"We were bored," Keith said.
"So, you brought your whole class here?"
"Yep, that pretty much sums it up," Jessica said. Hector shook his head.
"How bad was this class?"
"Keith fell asleep," Hector gasped, "Twice."
"Man, I do not envy you guys." Mr. Dick came over.
"Don't talk to strangers!" he said. Jessica stared at him like he was crazy.
"He's my brother!"
"Don't talk to brothers!"
"Okay, fine, Mr. Dick," she said, very annoyed with the whole thing. He left.
"Mr. Dick?" Hector asked, barely suppressing a laugh.
"It's better than those twins we knew that were named after Jell-O."