"Alyssa, where's your homework?"
"I didn't do it."
"Well, then you will stay after class and complete it."
"I can't. I have an orthodontist appointment."
"According to my record book you've got two ticks against your name. This'll be your third one."
"I suppose so."
"You will spend Friday detention picking up rubbish around the school."
"Do you love me?"
"I just feel like that you're being crucially evasive of our relationship."
"That has nothing to do with love."
"So you don't love me?"
"I don't think so."
"Your hair is blue."
"Yes, it is."
"Blue is the new black."
"Your extreme hair colour isn't tolerated at this school. You have detention this Friday."
"Why aren't you eating anything?"
"I'm not hungry."
"But you should eat something. Here, have my cookie."
"No, thank you."
"Seriously, eat something."
"Are you on a diet?"
"You are here until five o'clock. I want the five of you to take these garbage bags and tongs."
"There are only four of us, sir."
"Four? Where's the other one?"
"I think she left already."
"Great, just wait here. I have to get my assistant to ring her parents."
"Hit the ball harder!"
"No, you're not! I want you to hit it hard, like you're crushing someone's head!"
"Alright, I can do that."
"Shit! I didn't mean literally! Someone get this kid an ice-pack!"
"It wasn't deliberate."
"It doesn't matter, training's over."
"Your teacher called me today. He said you'd missed your detention."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to forget."
"Why do you do these things? Why can't you be normal?"
"I try, Da—"
"SHUT UP! DO YOU THINK THIS IS TRYING? NOT DOING HOMEWORK, DYING YOUR HAIR BLUE?!"
"I'm sorry. I really am trying."
"NO, NO YOU AREN'T! YOU'RE OUT WITH THAT RIDICULOUS BOY OF YOURS EVERY NIGHT! WHEN ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO STUDY?"
"It's not every night…"
"SHUT UP! DON'T CONTRADICT ME, YOU STUPID BRAT! GET INTO YOUR ROOM AND STUDY. DO YOUR HOMEWORK!"
"Does anyone know where Alyssa is?"
"No, ma'am; she hasn't come to school yet, I don't think."
"Hmm. Could someone please tell her to come and see me when she arrives?"
"I will, ma'am."
"Thank you. Now let's get started."
"Is Alyssa here today?"
"Alright. Would someone be able to hand her the homework if she turns up?"
"I will, ma'am."
"Thank you. Now, where is everyone's homework?"
"I suppose Alyssa's not here again?"
"I don't think so, ma'am."
"I'll have to ring her parents then. Alright, now what did I do with you yesterday?"
"The time series plots, ma'am."
"Oh yes, thank you. Today we'll go over the upcoming SAC."
"Okay, let's get started. Oh, yes, Tony?"
"You forgot Alyssa's name."
"She won't be here again today. Apparently she's sick."
"Good mourning, class."
"Good mourning, ma'am."
"Unfortunately I have some bad news."
"Is it about Alyssa, ma'am?"
"Yes, it is. She won't be coming back to school."
"She's moved; a death in the family."
"Oh Johnny, have you heard the news?"
"No, honey, I haven't."
"Do you remember that sweet little girl from next door?"
"You know, she used to play with Jackie when she was a child."
"Oh, yes; Alyssa, was it?"
"That's right. She was found dead in her room. They said it was suicide."
"That's awful! What did her father say?"
"They couldn't find him."
"What a shame. She was so young."
"Oi, Bruce! Gimme a hand, will ya?"
"Yeah, sure, sure."
"God, this coffin is mighty heavy."
"Sure is. An overweight, middle-aged man, eh?"
"Nah, some young girl—suicide."
"Hmm. Big funeral, then?"
"None at all, actually."
"Oh well. Let's go eat lunch, eh?"
"Alright. You're buying."
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