
"yeahhhh not really," she said.

((wanna make it so we have a art project and we gotta work together or something?))

"Something exciting needs to happen or I'm going to die," he said muttered.

Scar remembered that she didn't take her mediceine and grabbed it out of her pocket and took it.

Alec looked at the teacher and tried not to laugh.

Scar smiled as they came back.

Alec chuckled, "I can't do math what so ever."

Scar waited at the table.

"Well at least were in art."

"I don't see how it could possibly be your fault," she said.

"Already bored out of my mind," he said.

"Well maybe you could ask a more experianced person about it, like one of the ladies that specificly takes care of little kids at the orphanage," Scar suggested.

Scar handed a wad of napkins over to Jazz, "Maybe hes just a silent type, or maybe he doesn't know how?" Scar pondered diffrent possibilites.

"How old is he?" Scar asked.

Scar followed and got close so Fuzzy could touch Jazz.

"Nope, I'm paying you back," she said stubornly.