Mycelia Ethusa ~
I was in Art class, waiting for my Mendica, my sister and also art teacher, to get in here. Why? So the others would stop throwing stuff (paint, paper airplanes they made out of torn-up scrolls, spitballs, paper wads, ink, paintbrushes, etc.), fighting, yelling, jumping on desks, and just causing general unbearable chaos! I sunk lower in my seat, deadpan look plastered on my face, as a paper airplane hit the back of my head, someone stepped on my tail, and another dragon stole my bag. I internally cheered when, finally, my older sister entered the room. "Good morni-" She stopped in the middle of her greeting, horrified look on her face, as everyone froze, whether they were about to steal something or throw a paper airplane. I grinned, knowing they were about to get grilled by Ms. Tsundere. "WHAT THE HECK?!?!?! I get here late, expecting you to be sitting here, calmly passing the time, and willing to help me get today's lesson going. Instead I find you making a mess, throwing paint everywhere, fighting and stealing eachother's things, and making a complete mess! Detention for everyone participating!" I grinned, knowing I wouldn't be in the throng of detention-inflicted grumblers. "Now!" I turned back to my sister, who was at her desk, and suddenly cheerful. "Let's get on with the lesson!"