Brad entered his TV Broadcasting class on the first day of school. He was way freaking nervous, because he had no friends and everybody was judging him based on nothing. Micah Greer, a stunning dame was sprawled out on a chair in front of her computer. She brushed the hair out of her face, and when she did, Brad noticed that she was looking right at him. Micah belched loudly. Brad thought it was kind of weird, but he ran over and kissed her anyway.

“Oh my heart!” she shrieked. Micah always said oh my heart whenver anything out of the ordinary happened, like this weirdo with the outlandish hairstyle giving her a big wet smooch. It was most peculiar, indeed.

“Sorry,” Brad released his lips from hers, “I have tourette’s syndrome. I can’t help myself, honestly.” Brad and Micah quickly sat in their seats, for at that precise moment, ‘Mr. Moss’, the teacher entered the classroom. He had a strange walk, like that of a large toddler. Mr. Moss walked up to the blackboard and his “nails” scraped on the green slate.

“Son of a hook,” he shouted loudly.

“Uhhh… excuse me, Mr. Moss?” Micah asked from the back of the classroom, “Why are you wearing a hood on your head. It’s not even raining or anything.” Mr. Moss took his hood off.

“Woah, Mr. Moss!” some skater kid in the front row totally flipped out, “Gnarly duck mask!”

“Mr. Moss,” a cheerleader in the front row twisted a strand of bubble gum around her finger, “you’re a lot shorter than I remember you being last year.”

Mr. Moss took off his duck mask. It was Wolfhook. “I quit,” he said.