Polandball: High School Edition » Places

         Canada felt uncomfortable being used as an example. He wasn't one to boast or be prideful, well except gay pride.
He looked at the clock at the corner of the room, reading the time. 10:57 it said. He wondered what clock system the school used. "I wonder if it's a 24 hour clock or a 12 hour one" He mumbled. That aside, it looked like NATOball was finishing the lesson. Perhaps Canada could ask some questions, or just meet the other countries. Perhaps ask for a schedule paper as reminder. Or talk to the others. He decided if he wanted to meet some people, he could start with Cuba. Though his attitude was intimidating.

          Outside, a loud noise could be heard. NATOball, the schoolbus driver, pulled up to the UK household in a halftrack hastily painted yellow, and with the words 'Polandball High' stenciled to the side in black. It came to a stop, and NATOball honked his horn and came out of the cab. He pulled out his clipboard and looked for Canadaball's name, marking him 'present'. Then, he looked around, and said, "You Canada? Heh, thought so. I remember you from when your brother and father went to the last meeting. Go ahead and get in the passenger seat up front, I'll take your bags."

NATOball took Canada's bag(s) and heard the maple syrup clanging around. He opened the bag, thinking he was going to sneak Kvass into the Highschool like Finlandball does, but was surprised by the many bottles of Maple Syrup. He chuckled, then secured the baggage to the bed of the truck. He then entered the car, but not before telling USAball, as thank you for donating a half track to the highschool, "Thanks for the car, pal!"