Child Care Class RP

Sam looked at Neya, who was obviously (and badly) holding back laughter. The redhead just buried her face into her hands and didn't say anything.

Sadly for Anne, she doesn't know that Ella used to be a delusional witch. So she automatically assumes they were laughing at her. Her face flushes, irritated, and she grumbles something under her breath before stalking off. Hell, if she's already gotten detention, might as well skip class, too. Much logic.

Alex actually stays behind. Because he's smart enough to know if he follows his sister, he'll probably get in even more trouble with the teacher, who looks reasonably pissed off.

Sam looked over at the mass of flour on a desk that was moving and asked, "What is that?"

"Should we throw something at it?" No Alex, the answer is not throwing more stuff.

"I think it's your sister." Luka points out helpfully, poking the lump of moving flower in what she assumed was the shoulder.

Neya didn't say anything. No one would ever know. "OH MY GOD, ELLA!" Sam bursted out of her barricade and went to uncover her sister's face.

Luka, if she hadn't known the teal haired girl as well as she did, would've been dumbstruck. So instead, she just looked mildly impressed. "So she slept through that whole shit storm?" She questioned, knowing that was true.

"Luka, if our house was set on fire, she still wouldn't wake up." Sam growled, before just pushing Ella off the table so she'd wake up. There was a yelp, and Ella sat up, holding her head.

"That's true. Good morning, Ella." Luka wasn't going to comment on Sam pushing her sister on the floor. That wasn't mean or cruel. That was legit one of the few ways to wake her up.

Ella spat flour out of her mouth and brushed it from her face, "Did we get into a food fight..?"

"Technically speaking. More like the massacre of little flour babies."

Ella looked at Sam, who just shrugged and let her sister out into the hallway so that the flour wouldn't get everywhere. It was completely redundant, however.

"That didn't help at all." Luka pointed out, also being sort of redundant. The teacher had gone back to get the janitors to clean up the awful mess.

"Larry! How's the job?" Sam asked, waving with a smirk.
The janitor, who's nametag read Kerney, just glared at her.

"That was probably the biggest asshole move you've made today." Anne points out, nodding. Because making the mess in the first place totally didn't count.

Sam glared at her, "I'm not the one who did this."

"Well. We didn't do this on purpose." Well. Kind of. Actually, more than kind of. They didn't mean to make the big ass mess, but they totally meant to hit each other with flour bags. That was very much on purpose.

"Oh, so you didn't start fighting with flour bags on purpose?" Sam asked, shaking her head.
Neya laughed, "Well, flour is all-purpose."

" //Exactly//. Flour can be used for anything." Especially flour fights. Anne agreed with that.

Neya nodded, until she got a textbook in the back of the head.

Well shit. Poor Neya. Anne looked around for any available bags of flour to throw.

"Frenchie, no!" Sam snapped, glaring at the small blonde girl.

"//But//!" Anne really wanted to throw something. Stupid violent child.

"No." Sam stayed firm, not wanting more of a mess.

"Do it and get AIDS!" Neya yelled from atop of a table because fuck yeah she's Neya.