long time, no update huh? Well... I hope you guys are still reading.

I sit inside Drake's and Caine's shared room, twirling around in a swivel chair as I wait for Drake to return with the first assignment. I was obviously very pissed and extremely bummed about the whole situation. Caine could tell too because my loud sighs every minute or so.

I spin around a few more times, becoming impatient. I sigh once more.

"Would you stop that already? It's getting annoying." Caine snaps, looking up from his textbook.

"Well sorry, I'm just getting in my last breaths of free air before I experience hell." I retort.

"It's really not that serious."

"Oh, it's not that serious? Are you partners with the person the person that wants to rip your guts out and serve them on a silver platter? No? I didn't think so."

Caine rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to his book. "Just stop sighing."

"Whatever."

The door swings open and Drake barges in. He slams the door and stares at me for a few seconds. He throws a folder on the desk and plops down on his bed. I pick the folder up and skim through the contents.

"Uh... Do you... Know how to bake?" I ask.

"No, don't you? Your a girl."

"...And?"

"And you should know how to bake," He said slowly, as if it was obvious.

"Well, I don't so get learning."

He throws a glare my way, throwing a pencil at me like a projectile. I shriek as the freshly sharpened pencil pierces my skin, lodging itself into my arm. All I could do was stare with my mouth hanging open, looking from the pencil to Drake and back to the pencil.

"did... Did you seriously just do that?!" I yell, unsure whether or not I should take it out or not.

"Yes, I did." Drake smirks. "This is my room, don't disrespect me in it."

"Why you-"

Drake holds up another pencil, cocking it back ready to throw. I quickly shut my mouth and leave the room to go find a nurse. I go down to the first floor and gesture to the pencil sticking out my arm wordlessly. The nurse sighs and rubs her forehead tiredly.

After the pencil is removed, I receive a shot to prevent lead poisoning. Already, this Home Ec. stuff wasn't working out.

The next day we sit inside the classroom. The room smelled of fresh baked cookies with the slight tinge of burnt food. Some pairs had delicious trays of cookies, others had slightly undercooked batches. Drake and I? We had cookies that were burnt black.

I sit in my stool, hunched over the table with my head in my hands. Drake sat in his stool next to me, feeling pretty indifferent about failing. Or maybe he's in denial. Frankly, I dont care.

"They can't be that bad." He says softly.

I slowly look up and glare at him. "How about you eat one and find out?"

He scowls and picks up one of the rock hard cookies and throws it at me. I flinch and rub my side where the cookie hit. He snorts angrily and turns his attention to the teacher coming to check our work.

In my defense, we made this cookies in 30 minutes. These are pretty good for half-assed cookies cooked at 700 degrees. I didn't even know an oven could get that hot.

"Oh dear..." She covers her nose at the smell. "I'm sorry, but I can't pass you with these cookies."

"Figures." I grunt. "Whatever."

I push the tray of cookies into the garbage and wait for class to move past cookies. This is going terrible, I'm going to fail this class and have to take Summer school-probably with Drake and all the other bullies who seem to hate me!

And I swear to God, if I'm stuck taking Home Ec for Summer school, I will flip my shit!

The teacher goes to the front of her room and claps her hands a few times. Everyone quiets down and pays attention(more or less).

"Now, if your going to function like normal human beings when you leave this school, your going to have to know how to start and raise a family." She walks over to a table with a large tarp covering it. "Which is why the school gave me these special dolls to help teach you how to raise a child. Lord knows why society would let more than 2 or 3 of you reproduce."

She begins to pass out baby dolls as she continued to explain the assignment, "These baby dolls will keep track of how much they cry. You must feed, change and perform various tasks to keep the baby quiet and content. I'm sure most of you can handle that, and for those of you who can't... Well, there's just little to no hope left for you."

I stare at the plastic baby doll in disgust. Did we really have to spend the semester taking care of a hunk of plastic? Story of my life. I glance at Drake and catch him eyeing the doll also. He picks it up by an arm and looks it over, when it suddenly starts crying.

He drops it in surprise, making the thing increase in volume.

"Drake!" I bolt upright from my slumped position, pissed at the sudden crying blaring through the room. "Are you serious?! For the love of-...Do you not know how to hold a freaking baby!?"

"Oh, shut up. It was an accident." Drake bent over and picked up the doll, setting it back on the table.

I sigh and turn away. "I'm so failing this class."