"Move his arm."
Snap.
"Now move the other one closer."
Snap.
"Move him to the left a little."
"Okay!" A jittery, thin, nerd boy, complete with square glasses, a checkered shirt, khaki pants, and red suspenders moved a clay figure to the right of the desk that it was sitting on. A girl behind the only camera in the room slapped her thin hand over her bright blue eyes and stormed over to the desk, grabbing the figure and setting it on the opposite side. "Sorry, Arden," the nerd grumbled lowly, only to make the girl roll her eyes.
"S'ok Harold, just... just pay attention. We really need to get this done before next week for art class." Arden sighed, running a hand through her choppy black hair before snapping a picture and moving the figure again. They had been working on a clay animation for art class for the passed week.
"Comin' through! Watch out!" Some buff guy in a football jacket ran into the room, a few others chasing behind him, loud laughter emitting from their mouths. The buff guy's hand slammed down on the clay figure, smushing it into the wire that helped it keep its structure.
"Thomas you idiot!" Arden screamed at him, rage flickering in her eyes as she tried to rebuild the figure, failing miserably. The guy, Thomas, stared at her, an amused smirk on his face.
"Arden, Arden, Arden," he said her name sarcastically, the smirk widening. "You know better than to leave such a fragile thing on a desk, especially at this school. Really now, I thought you were smarter than that."
Arden snorted and rolled her eyes. "Wow, you actually can do something with that little brain of yours other than play football. That's a surprise. Besides, you know better than to be in the art room anyway. Mrs. Johannason banned you from it, remember?" He had nothing to retaliate with. Ha! "Now all of you, get out!"
"Their brains are probably too small to even do that," spat Harold, making Arden laugh lightly. A huge, greasy haired football player suddenly had Harold suspended above the ground, making him let out terrorfied squeals.
"Put him down!" Arden snapped, kneeing the guy where the sun didn't shine. He suddenly doubled over in pain, dropping Harold, who let out an odd sound. "Thomas! Get your goons and get out!" Most people were intimidated by Thomas, especially Arden's friends, but she wasn't. It was a result of being his next-door neighbor all her life.
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