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I drum my finger on the desk, drumming to a tune only I and a few other people know. My best friend smirks at me as he recognizes the tune. He bops his head to the tune, enticing everyone to look at him. I refrain from laughing as I continue to drum my fingers. Another friend taps the desk to the tune as well, smiling as they know it too well. I sneak a glance at the teacher, who is oblivious to us and our shenanigans. 

I get a little louder, followed by my friend tapping louder as well. I grin at my best friend who rolls his eyes as I motion for him to start the song. "No dude, the teacher's going to yell at me if I sing," He hisses lowly. I pout at him, knowing he's a sucker for my puppy eyes. He sighs and softly starts singing the song. 

That's when the fun really starts. As his confidence grows, he sings louder. The other classmates start jamming out and the teacher looks up from their laptop. They scowl, "Excuse me, it's supposed to quiet!" Shooting me a glare, my friend continues to sing. I start drumming louder and rocking out. "Do you hear me sing for you?" I sing along to the words.

I whip my head back and forth dramatically, loving the way the music invigorates me. The teacher keeps scowling, as if that would make us stop. We get the class to sing along as well. I stop slowly as I see the teacher take out detention slips. Whoops. We all stop as they gives me and my two friends detention slips.

"We were only fooling around..." I start but they cut me off. "I told you to be quiet," They narrow their eyes at me in disappointment. I grimace, I hate being labeled as a trouble kid. 

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