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Jemaine never thought this would happen to him. But there it was. As he stood in front of the calculus class, he realised he had become boring. No one was listening to him, some where even turning to self-mutilation to block out the drone of his voice; the girl in the front seat was scratching her self with a pin for amusement. Jemaine sighed and stopped in mid sentence, thinking that no one would notice. But someone did. A hand shot in the air, and he turned and saw who it was, Rachel.

"Ah Mr. Clement…how do you finish expanding that equation? You never got to that." She said, her hand still in the air.

"Well um…does it matter?" was his reply, although he should have been grateful that someone was listening, but he wasn't. He hated Rachel.

"Excuse me?" she said, blinking, as if she didn't hear him.

"You heard me didn't you? I said who cares!? No one gives a damn! And oh, Shut up Rachel!!" he didn't mean to yell, but he realised it appeared that way, and the whole class was now listening to him. He threw his hands up in a sign of exasperation, "Oh!! So now you all listen to me, huh? Well take a hint, I actually don't care about your education if you don't care either! And I'm gonna sit at my desk, eating my lunch, until I have the undivided attention of every student in the class for the rest of the year!!"

There was a shocked silence in the class, as he proceeded to his desk and took out his lunch box. Usually, he was very protective of his lunch box, but this time he didn't care if the whole class saw it. He took it out, and was prepared for the murmur of voices in the class, as they stared at the blue lunchbox. It was covered in Elmo stickers and a faded label saying I love the Beach Boys. There was also another sticker saying Flight of the Conchords forever. He opened the clasp and took out an array of sandwiches, all in different sizes and shapes. He placed them in a line on his desk, and carefully chose one. He unwrapped the glad wrap…but suddenly, just at that moment, the sandwich was jerked from his hand and became a whirl of light. Many of the girls screamed and ran for the door, but at that moment the bright flash vanished as five figures fell on to the floor. Jemaine jumped from his seat, and pressed his back against the wall. Soon enough the figures became visible, and Jemaine gasped as he saw who they were.

"Bloody hell, there must have been an interference with the portkey!' a boy with red hair said, rubbing his head as he got up. He was rather lanky, and reminded Jemaine of the new hip-hop song, "Lanky, everything about you so lanky!!"

"Oh, you think Weasley??" a boy with rather pale skin said sarcastically. "Well well well, hello ladies!" He said as he saw all the students crouched in the corner, "rather scared aren't you? Hehehe- ouch! Hermione!!" A girl with curly brown hair slapped him on the back of his head.

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