Ah, language class. The class Mario so remembers from moving from Italy to here, he had to take so many classes to learn english correctly. Although, little do they know the small fact that, he can speak Italian fluently and perfectly. Which is the exactly reason why Mario was sitting in the back of the language class, taking an Italian language course. Smooth idea right? He sighed, he needed the credits from the classes to get OUT of highschool, so he decided that taking a few classes wouldn't kill him completely. He leaned his head down on his bag about to fall asleep as he sat in the half-empty classroom, in the empty backrow, for the people who were in this class to get a grade, needed to learn the Italian, THEN pass. Mario knew the Italian, he just needed to pass.

Amelia was taking detailed notes. Italian was one of her favorite classes, because she used it in singing. While it was true that she knew quite a bit, she could stand to know more. But somehow this Italian class was incredibly boring. The grammar lessons went on and on. She tried to find something amusing to do when she noticed a boy about to fall asleep in the desk next to her. The teacher was headed his way with a ruler, so she kicked his foot to wake him up.

Mario jumped up feeling somebody kick his leg, he felt his eyes flutter open as he watched the teacher head his way. He yawned slightly as he put his backpack down on the floor, having a notebook sitting there, with the whole page filtered with hundreds of Italian words, then next to it, the english translation. He glanced up seeing the teacher standing there, he raised an eyebrow looking at the teacher. "What do you want? I'm diong my Italian." he said as he nodded then looked at the girl who kicked him. "Thanks" he whispered to her as he flicked off the teacher who had turned around by now.

"No problem," said Amelia as she watched him flip off the teacher. She looked at his notebook and noticed all of the words there. "How do you have so many notes? We haven't even learned most of those words yet!"

Mario yawned as he leaned back then shifted his eyes looking at her, he laughed softly as he looked back at his notebook. "Here's a hint" he said leaning towards her and smirking. "I'm Italian, and I used to live in Italy till a few years ago" he said then laughed. "It's a great way to get extra credits" he said nodding.

Amelia smirked. "So you're pretty sneaky. Getting put in a class that you have no use for. The office must be pretty idiotic, because obviously if you're Italian you shouldn't be put in the Italian class," Amelia's smirk changed to a grin, "But now I know who to come to if I need help."

Mario smirked and nodded, "This school knows that I came from Italy too, bunch of imbosiles" he said then looked at her then laughed. "Yeah, I don't care, you can take all my notes for all I care. I could rewrite those everyday" he said then turned the page showing another whole page of Italian sentences. "It helps, being a fullblood Italian" he said then smirked at her.

Amelia arched her eyebrow and took the notebook from him. Scanning it, she commented, "You have curly handwriting. But that's okay, considering you're European. And these sentences, I don't think we've gotten to that level yet. What does this say? Paris Hilton has a hot butt? Just kidding. I have no idea what it says."

Mario smiled at her then laughed softly as he looked at the notebook down the page. "No, Paris Hilton doesn't even have an ass" he said as he glanced to the teacher who shot a look to him. Mario ignored it then turned to her. "Honestly, it just says retarded crap like, I'm staring out of a window because the teacher makes me want to run away screaming" he said with a shrug. "I think I have that one there somewhere" he laughed.

"That's pretty funny. And I don't guess sleeping is an option. So what do you do to pass the time? I think you should right something really absurd and complicated and turn it in. Give the teacher a run for her money." Amelia glanced up as the teacher hissed at them to be quiet, then turned back to Mario expectantly.

Mario laughed and shrugged, "Normally I actually can sleep through the class cause all the teacher does is stand up there and have her back turned writing something on the board for a good twenty minutes" he said then glanced around the room. "Hell, I could make out with someone and she wouldn't even notice" he said laughing softly then glanced at the teacher raising an eyebrow. "You know, are you even really Italian? Or are you just kind of here for the cash?" he asked the teacher, who looked at him insulted and turned to the board, writing more things. "See?" he said laughing.

Amelia laughed, amused that Mario would dare say that. She wasn't so...vocal in her rebellion. Of course, by nature she was a more subtle creature, with words laced in double meanings and raised eyebrows.

"I doubt that she's Italian. How many Italians do you know that have the last name Jones?"

Mario turned to her and laughed softly nodding, "I know, they should at least get an actual Italian person to teach this class" he said yawning wishing that the class was over because he was just so tired of sitting in this seat for so long. Although he had probably been sitting for only about twenty minutes, he just hated to sit still, it was a small problem for him.

Amelia nodded. "That would be nice. At my last school a Chinese lady taught French. She didn't even know the language, but her English was worse. We taught her to say the most horrible things. I think she actually told the Headmaster that he smelled like an old lady with thyroid problems. That doesn't sound bad, but it was a school for the gifted, and was pretty horrible for us." Amelia quickly took down the notes that were on the board, but knew them all already. This class was going downhill, quickly.

Mario laughed and shook his head, "That's the most retarded thing I think I've ever heard.." he said shaking his head. "I mean, a chinese lady, teaching french?" he asked raising an eyebrow then laughing again. He glanced up to the board, not bothering to even write down a thing she was writing on the board. "If you ever need help, ask me... cause really, Italian is just too easy for me" he said, staring up at the teaching, though she didn't hear.

"Sure, thanks. If I ever need help...this is so basic. I mean, I've only taken a little Italian, but I already know this. Please tell me the class will get more interesting. If it doesn't I might be the first person to actually die of boredom." Amelia grinned at Mario and corrected herself. "Make that the second person to die of boredom."

"Hell I don't know if this class gets more exciting, this is the first time I've actually stayed in a class for the whole thing" he laughed then smirked at her. "Yeah, I was the first person to die of boredom a few years ago" he joked.

Amelia grinned "Oh, so this is your ghost that is sitting here now. That explains the unusual daring you have when it comes to disobeying the teacher. She can't kill you if you're dead. When I die we can haunt this classroom together."

"Yup, my ghost is sitting here talking to you as we speak" he said then laughed nodding. "Ah, I never really care what people say or do to me, I've done worse" he said then nodded. "Sounds like a plan" he said smiling at her.

Amelia looked up at the board to see an assignment. It was to write five sentences in Italian about how you felt right now. She picked up her pen and started writing.

1. I feel like I hate this class
2. I feel like sleeping through the semester
3. I feel dead. Of boredom.
4. I feel like doing the chicken dance.
5. I feel like invading Italy with a machetti.

(Italiacs are in Italian)

Mario yawned, not bothering to write anything down because well... he didn't feel like it. So he got an idea, he picked up his pen quickly and started to scribble on the piece of blank paper in front of him, as he slouched in his chair.
1. I don't feel like doing this
2. I feel like being home
3. I feel hungry
4. I feel like the teacher likes me
5. I feel sick because I think that the teacher is smoking too much cause I can smell her from here

Looking at Mario's paper, Amelia felt like laughing. She bit her lip to keep it in. She wrote on her paper. "Good, I'm not the only one who can smell her...it's nasty. Teachers shouldn't be allowed to smoke around school times." Then she passed the paper to Mario.

Mario yawned slightly as he stood the paper she passed to him, he smirked slightly and began to write underneath what she said. "I know, I wouldn't be surprised if she smoked two packs a day" he wrote holding back his laughs and passed it back to her.

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Good," she wrote under Mario's note, "then when she dies, you can take over the class, and we might actually learn something. You'd think she'd know what smoking does to you...or maybe she didn't understand the English warning on the package."

Mario looked at the note and smirked slightly then started to write something. "Yeah, but I might just sleep through my own class..." he wrote then laughed slightly. "She probably knows about what smoking does, she just wants to die to get out of here" he wrote and handed it to her.

Amelia clapped a hand over her mouth as she laughed at what Mario had written. "Well," she began writing, "in that case, maybe we should take up smoking. It seems slightly more effective than dying of boredom."

Mario looked at the note and laughed quietly and started to write under her note. "Yeah, but then again I don't want all the bad breath, and then like having a hole in your neck and stuff" he said looking up at the teacher. "I think the hole is forming!" he wrote and passed it over to her.

"Good point," Amelia wrote, "We wouldn't want to risk our health. And we don't want to die, we might actually get out of this class at some point. The hole in her neck...is that where they took her brain out?"