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Charlize's eyes widened as her violin and bow separated. "Oh, good god..." She moaned.
She grabbed her backpack and put her violin in its case, walking over to the stars from OZ.
She looked at them. "This might be a bit disastrous later. Let's see, what's the best way to keep the crazy, bipolar students off... no, no, not going to work. Gosh darn it, I'm SOOO BUSTED!!!" Charlize suddenly yelled.
She stared at them. "It's all right. If a teacher asks me to do something, I should do it. Otherwise I feel guilty and start skipping class. And it's not so much of a problem, 'cept for the fact that there's no way we can't be attention-grabbing. Sorry... I'm going to be getting into a hell of a lot of fights after this. If I lose my temper in the halls, don't worry. It's normal."
She was speaking to them like she would to any other classmate. Please God, make sure no one calls me by one of THE names. Charlize was praying, even though she didn't have a set religion. She was just praying.