FigLib! The Exam.

Want to build a story, stat? No one needs the hassle of actual writing when you can just plug-in and presto! Insta-story. Fill in these blanks, hit “FigLib me,” and go!

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78 thoughts on “FigLib! The Exam.

  1. You can’t help but glance at the Tower. There’s only 1,536,781 more minutes left in History class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Stubborn? What a Ice Cream walk.

    “Jennifer!” your teacher, Mrs. Velocoraptor, hisses. “Leg on your exam.”

    (BAHAHAHA, so funny :3)

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Ate on your Scissors and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Velocoraptor, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Dystopian novel, The Depressed of Lillies. You Pounded at the time.

    5 minutes left? Wow!! This is insane. You’ve been Leaping for–

    “Jennifer! Leg on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Oh!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Run about peeking. Time Cry slowly. But, finally… “Clash!”, “Clash!”! Class is finished! Time to go back Caelum City!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Velocoraptor, who glares at you. Whatever, Devynn. She can’t Smell you now. School is done!

  2. You can’t help but glance at the Magic. There’s only 78 more minutes left in History class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Arrogant? What a Ice-cream walk.

    “Lauren!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Arm on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You You swallow on your Pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Fantasy novel, The Depressed of Daffodils. You You run at the time.

    56 minutes left? Errrr! This is insane. You’ve been Running for–

    “Lauren! Arm on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Hurray!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even You run about peeking. Time Cry slowly. But, finally… BANG, BANG! Class is finished! Time to go back Figment!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Daughtry. She can’t Smell you now. School is done!


    LOL!

  3. this is so smart! what a great idea! here’s my story:

    You can’t help but glance at the letter. There’s only 13 more minutes left in french class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and quiet? What a hot chocolate walk.

    “sequoia!” your teacher, Mrs. terradactle, hisses. “nose on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You taste on your sketch book and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a milli-second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. terradactle, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback horror novel, The melancholy of red gillyflowers. You climb at the time.

    -13 minutes left? Fie! This is insane. You’ve been listening for–

    “sequoia! nose on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Faith.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even cough about peeking. Time whines slowly. But, finally… click, click! Class is finished! Time to go back your drawer!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. terradactle, who glares at you. Whatever, a figlet. She can’t hear you now. School is done!

  4. You can’t help but glance at the Robert Pattinson. There’s only 16 more minutes left in English class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Funny? What a Ice Cream walk.

    “Chelsea!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Lips on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eat on your Pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Fiction novel, The mopey of Tiger Lilies. You Kissing at the time.

    15 minutes left? Oh yeah!! This is insane. You’ve been Bringing for–

    “Chelsea! Lips on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Wow!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Grabbing about peeking. Time Cry slowly. But, finally… Run Rabbit Run!, Run Rabbit Run!! Class is finished! Time to go back Forks, Washington!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Edward Cullen. She can’t Touch you now. School is done

  5. Are you guys going to do more of these?!

    You can’t help but glance at the Gerbil. There’s only 1200 more minutes left in History class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Genius? What a Bundt cake walk.

    “Marie!” your teacher, Mrs. Tyranasaurus Rex, hisses. “Finger on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Devour on your Pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Tyranasaurus Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Steampunk novel, The Depressed of Roses. You Running at the time.

    7 minutes left? Hey!! This is insane. You’ve been Choking  for–

    “Marie! Finger on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Expecto Patronum!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Sing about peeking. Time Cry slowly. But, finally… Bang, Bang! Class is finished! Time to go back Theatre!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Tyranasaurus Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Bill Gates. She can’t Sight you now. School is done!


    Haha! 😀

  6. You can’t help but glance at the House. There’s only 16 more minutes left in Math class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Stubborn? What a Cake walk.

    “Haley!” your teacher, Mrs. T-rex, hisses. “Eye on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eat on your Pen and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Hour. (Eat on my pen? LOL!) That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Horror novel, The Unhappy of Roses. You Run at the time. (Sounds more like a depressing Romance)

    5 minutes left? Shout! This is insane. You’ve been Walking for–

    “Haley! Eye on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Shout.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Dance about peeking. Time Cry slowly. But, finally… Pow!, Pow!! Class is finished! Time to go back The Park! (Dance about peeking?)

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-rex, who glares at you. Whatever, My friend. She can’t Sight you now. School is done

  7. You can’t help but glance at the Ukulele. There’s only 13 more minutes left in English class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Slightly crazy? What a Brownies walk.

    “Frankie!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Nose on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eats on your Notebook and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Vampire Romance novel, The depressed of Roses. You Runs at the time.

    11 minutes left? Well! This is insane. You’ve been singing for–

    “Frankie! Nose on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Girl shoot!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Cries about peeking. Time Spits slowly. But, finally… Beep, Beep! Class is finished! Time to go back Pigfarts!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Justin Bieber. She can’t Smell you now. School is done!

  8. You can’t help but glance at the detective. There’s only 13 more minutes left in microbiology class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and shy? What a pistachio pudding walk.

    “Anna!” your teacher, Mrs. brontosaurus, hisses. “leg on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You play on your pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. brontosaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback fantasy novel, The depressed of sunflowers. You leap at the time.

    4 minutes left? Wait a second!! This is insane. You’ve been flying for–

    “Anna! leg on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Yikes!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even wait about peeking. Time laugh slowly. But, finally… crash, crash! Class is finished! Time to go back Africa!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. brontosaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Reynold Brash. She can’t sight you now. School is done!

    (haha That didn’t work particularly well, but it made me laugh.)

  9. You can’t help but glance at the dagger. There’s only forty-two more minutes left in calculus class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Prissy? What a crepe walk.

    “Aliia!” your teacher, Mrs. Velociraptor, hisses. “Ear on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You chew on your pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a eon. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Velociraptor, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback science-fiction novel, The Despondent of Peonies. You scream at the time.

    Thirteen minutes left? Goodness!! This is insane. You’ve been ripping for–

    “Aliia! Ear on your EXAM!”

    Oh, huzzah.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even climb about peeking. Time gurgles slowly. But, finally… whizbang, whizbang! Class is finished! Time to go back to Xanadu!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Velociraptor, who glares at you. Whatever, Mom. She can’t balance you now. School is done!

  10. You can’t help but glance at the Dog. There’s only 483 more minutes left in Math class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Kleptomaniac? What a Chocolate Frog walk.

    “Braden!” your teacher, Mrs. Walkosaurous, hisses. “Arm on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eats on your Graphing Calculator and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Nanosecond. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Walkosaurous, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Fantasy novel, The WUMBO sad of Venus Flytraps. You Catches at the time.

    69 minutes left? WHAT! This is insane. You’ve been Running for–

    “Braden! Arm on your EXAM!”

    Oh, AMAZING.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Run about peeking. Time poop slowly. But, finally… YOZZER, YOZZER! Class is finished! Time to go back the Crystal Palace!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Walkosaurous, who glares at you. Whatever, Barney Stenson. She can’t security you now. School is done!

  11. Teehee!
    You can’t help but glance at the Moon. There’s only Five hundred sixty-two point five five five four more minutes left in Dorkestra class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Devious? What a Fried Triple-dark chocolate fudge ice cream cake walk.

    “Sariah!” your teacher, Mrs. Platysaurus, hisses. “Funny bone on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Throw on your Norcom notebook and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Nanosecond . That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Platysaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Fanstasy novel, The Down in the dumps of Venus fly traps . You Fly at the time.

    Three minutes left? Alas! This is insane. You’ve been Spinning  for–

    “Sariah! Funny bone on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Gorlog’s teeth!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Cough about peeking. Time Spit up slowly. But, finally… Zoom, Zoom! Class is finished! Time to go back Jamaica!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Platysaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, David Archuleta . She can’t Smell you now. School is done!

  12. You can’t help but glance at the Desk. There’s only 42 more minutes left in SCIENCE! class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and bubbly? What a tiramisu walk.

    “Jaxx!” your teacher, Mrs. Megladon, hisses. “tympanum on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You you spice on your binder and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a millenia. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Megladon, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback dystopia novel, The gloomy of violets. You you dash at the time.

    24 minutes left? OI!! This is insane. You’ve been derping for–

    “Jaxx! tympanum on your EXAM!”

    Oh, !.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even you dance about peeking. Time barf slowly. But, finally… K-ching!, K-ching!! Class is finished! Time to go back Chicago!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Megladon, who glares at you. Whatever, Billy Bob Joe. She can’t balance you now. School is done!

    This was hilarious!

  13. You can’t help but glance at the textbook. There’s only five more minutes left in art history class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and annoying? What a chocolate mousse walk.

    “Ariel!” your teacher, Mrs. brontosaurus, hisses. “nose on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You swallows on your compass and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. brontosaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback dystopian novel, The devastated of dahlias. You flies at the time.

    three minutes left? Zounds!! This is insane. You’ve been spinning for–

    “Ariel! nose on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Eureka!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even sings about peeking. Time poop slowly. But, finally… moooo, moooo! Class is finished! Time to go back Hogwarts!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. brontosaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Dobby. She can’t taste you now. School is done!

  14. You can’t help but glance at the Firefighter. There’s only 16 more minutes left in Literature class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Honorable? What a Banana Cream Pie walk.

    “Vasilisa !” your teacher, Mrs. Tyrannosarus Rex, hisses. “Index finger on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You stabbed on your pencils and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Tyrannosarus Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Fantasy novel, The distraught of Irises. You ran at the time.

    12 minutes left? WHOA!! This is insane. You’ve been jumping for–

    “Vasilisa ! Index finger on your EXAM!”

    Oh, OWZYS!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even dies about peeking. Time cries slowly. But, finally… BOOM!, BOOM!! Class is finished! Time to go back Ice Cream Parlor!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Tyrannosarus Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Avril Lavigne. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  15. You can’t help but glance at the chocolate. There’s only 47 more minutes left in French class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Snobby? What a chocolate lava cake walk.

    “Hannah!” your teacher, Mrs. Stegasaurus, hisses. “Lips on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You om nom nom on your smelly eraser and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a milennium. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Stegasaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback paranormal romance novel, The Depressed of Ranunculuses. You attack at the time.

    12 minutes left? WHAPPA!! This is insane. You’ve been wishing for–

    “Hannah! Lips on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Yay!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even touch about peeking. Time drools slowly. But, finally… crunch, crunch! Class is finished! Time to go back Fiji!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Stegasaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Fran Fine. She can’t taste you now. School is done!

  16. You can’t help but glance at the Dress. There’s only 6 more minutes left in Biology class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Carefree? What a Tiramisu walk.

    “Char!” your teacher, Mrs. Archaeopteryx, hisses. “Calf on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You You relish on your Pen and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Archaeopteryx, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Fiction novel, The blue of Pansies. You You fly at the time.

    4 minutes left? OH!! This is insane. You’ve been kissing for–

    “Char! Calf on your EXAM!”

    Oh, No!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even You do about peeking. Time Whine slowly. But, finally… squeak, squeak! Class is finished! Time to go back Chicago!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Archaeopteryx, who glares at you. Whatever, Writer. She can’t Smell you now. School is done!

    • THAT’S how you spell Archaeopteryx; I couldn’t remember when I was doing mine…thank the gods for wikipedia..

  17. You can’t help but glance at the selkie. There’s only 42 more minutes left in History class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and sarcastic? What a tiramisu walk.

    “Silverpool!” your teacher, Mrs. t-rex, hisses. “fang on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your eraser and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a hours. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. t-rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback romance novel, The despondent of orchids. You ran at the time.

    13 minutes left? What?!! This is insane. You’ve been sitting for–

    “Silverpool! fang on your EXAM!”

    Oh, what the fudge, dude?.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even run about peeking. Time fart slowly. But, finally… bang!, bang!! Class is finished! Time to go back San Francisco!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. t-rex, who glares at you. Whatever, you. She can’t taste you now. School is done!

  18. You can’t help but glance at the Dog. There’s only 156 more minutes left in English class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Crazy? What a Ice Cream walk.

    “Gabbi!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Toe on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Chop on your Pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Decade. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Sci-fy novel, The Melancholy of Roses. You Run at the time.

    15 minutes left? … ! This is insane. You’ve been flying for–

    “Gabbi! Toe on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Holy Cheese Nuggets.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Hug about peeking. Time Cry slowly. But, finally… KaBoom, KaBoom! Class is finished! Time to go back Mars!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Taylor Lautner. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  19. You can’t help but glance at the narwhal. There’s only 941,727,991,201,567,001 more minutes left in Algebra class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Bubbly? What a tiramisu walk.

    “Saydra!” your teacher, Mrs. Pterodactyl, hisses. “Tongue on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You nom on your scissors and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a millennia . That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Pterodactyl, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback sci-fi novel, The Dismay of Purple Hibiscus’ . You jump at the time.

    941,727,991,201,567,000 minutes left? WHAT THE FUDGE!! This is insane. You’ve been flopping for–

    “Saydra! Tongue on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Taco Slushies.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even pound about peeking. Time poops slowly. But, finally… Buzzfitang, Buzzfitang! Class is finished! Time to go back to the public bathroom!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Pterodactyl, who glares at you. Whatever, Daryl Hall. She can’t touch you now. School is done!

  20. May we present The Exam!

    You can’t help but glance at the Leviathan. There’s only 82 more minutes left in Art class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and agressive? What a brownie with ice cream walk.

    “J!” your teacher, Mrs. Centrosaurus, hisses. “finger on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your scissors and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Centrosaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback steampunk novel, The melancholy of Daisies. You somersaults at the time.

    6 minutes left? Eek!! This is insane. You’ve been singing for–

    “J! finger on your EXAM!”

    Oh, That’s wonderful! .

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even cartwheels about peeking. Time coo slowly. But, finally… splash, splash! Class is finished! Time to go back glass pyramid!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Centrosaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Deryn Sharp. She can’t touch you now. School is done!

  21. You can’t help but glance at the store. There’s only 33 more minutes left in science class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and bubbly? What a pie walk.

    “L S the epic!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “arm on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback sci-fy novel, The devastated of roses. You run at the time.

    22 minutes left? DEAR ME!!! This is insane. You’ve been Laughing for–

    “L S the epic! arm on your EXAM!”

    Oh my sweet apple pie!

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even run about peeking. Time gurgles slowly. But, finally… splish, splish! Class is finished! Time to go back to Mt. Everest!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Elvis. She can’t touch you now. School is done!

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

  22. You can’t help but glance at the Panda. There’s only 12345678987654 more minutes left in How to ride a unicorn class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and sexy? What a chocolate fudge cake walk.

    “Kurt!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Hair on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your swaddling mallet and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a 9:00. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Gay Romance novel, The unhappy of tiger lily. You ran at the time.

    18 minutes left? BAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! This is insane. You’ve been voting for–

    “Kurt! Hair on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Did I do that?!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even glomping about peeking. Time barf slowly. But, finally… WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Class is finished! Time to go back Hell!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Hitler. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  23. You can’t help but glance at the Water bottle. There’s only three thousand more minutes left in Health Class class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and quirky? What a pound cake walk.

    “Brooklyn!” your teacher, Mrs. Tricerotpos , hisses. “little toe on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You snarf on your ruler and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a millinea . That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Tricerotpos , and see she’s engrossed in her paperback mystery novel, The depressed of rhododendrons . You giggle at the time.

    fifteen hundred minutes left? Oh!! This is insane. You’ve been flinging for–

    “Brooklyn! little toe on your EXAM!”

    Oh, OH MY WIZARD GOD!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even clap about peeking. Time rolls slowly. But, finally… thud, thud! Class is finished! Time to go back Ireland!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Tricerotpos , who glares at you. Whatever, Gerard Butler. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

    Ahahahahaha this is hilarious XD Do more of these!

  24. May we present The Exam!

    You can’t help but glance at the horse. There’s only 27 more minutes left in biology class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and strange? What a chocolate mousse walk.

    “Mia!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “nose on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a minute. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback alternative novel, The upset of irises. You run at the time.

    14 minutes left? OMG!! This is insane. You’ve been laughing for–

    “Mia! nose on your EXAM!”

    Oh, That’s so weird!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even jump about peeking. Time cries slowly. But, finally… oink, oink! Class is finished! Time to go back England!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Brandon. She can’t touch you now. School is done!

  25. You can’t help but glance at the paperclip. There’s only 47538348970 more minutes left in Biology class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and neurotic? What a Gooseberry pie walk.

    “Tatiana!” your teacher, Mrs. Giraffatitan, hisses. “spleen on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You lick on your White-out and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a nano-second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Giraffatitan, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Literary fiction novel, The pitiful of zinnias. You whip at the time.

    32450897 minutes left? CARP! This is insane. You’ve been limping for–

    “Tatiana! spleen on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Holy flying burritos.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even dancing about peeking. Time drool slowly. But, finally… zoo bop clang, zoo bop clang! Class is finished! Time to go back the black hole of Calcutta!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Giraffatitan, who glares at you. Whatever, Hannibal Lecter. She can’t sight you now. School is done!

  26. May we present The Exam!

    You can’t help but glance at the Dragon. There’s only three hundred and thirty six thousand more minutes left in english class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and scary? What a chocolate pudding walk.

    “Christine!” your teacher, Mrs. T-rex, hisses. “head on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You uhh on your book and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a one hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Fantasy novel, The unhappy of roses. You uhh at the time.

    thirty two hundred minutes left? happy! This is insane. You’ve been caring for–

    “Christine! head on your EXAM!”

    Oh, annoyed.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even uhh about peeking. Time throws up slowly. But, finally… buzz, buzz! Class is finished! Time to go back NYC!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Me. She can’t see you now. School is done!

  27. You can’t help but glance at the cat. There’s only 2 more minutes left in math class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and silly? What a popsicle walk.

    “Julia!” your teacher, Mrs. T-rex, hisses. “arm on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your eraser and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback comedy novel, The very sad of dandelions. You is coming at the time.

    1 minutes left? oh!! This is insane. You’ve been ending for–

    “Julia! arm on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Hello!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even laughs about peeking. Time cries slowly. But, finally… onomatopoeia, onomatopoeia! Class is finished! Time to go back house!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Hailea. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  28. You can’t help but glance at the England. There’s only 49 more minutes left in History class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Short-tempered ? What a whipped cream walk.

    “Tom!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “arm on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You gobble on your ruler and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback fantasy novel, The despondent of roses. You run at the time.

    1 minutes left? hang on a second! This is insane. You’ve been smiling for–

    “Tom! arm on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Ow!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even climb about peeking. Time cries slowly. But, finally… I don’t know, I don’t know! Class is finished! Time to go back Oasis!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Sherlock Holmes. She can’t hearing you now. School is done!

    I love this!!

  29. You can’t help but glance at the elephant. There’s only eleven more minutes left in Psychology class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Egotistical? What a brownies walk.

    “Bre!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Left ear on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You inhale on your scissors and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback paranormal novel, The Bereavment of Pansies. You joggle at the time.

    Negative twelve minutes left? Eh! This is insane. You’ve been licking for–

    “Bre! left ear on your EXAM!”

    Oh, oh.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even think about peeking. Time cries slowly. But, finally… BOOM, BOOM! Class is finished! Time to go back Federal Medical Prison for the Criminally Insane!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, President Andrew Jackson. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  30. You can’t help but glance at the Road. There’s only 9001 more minutes left in Math class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and caring? What a brownies walk.

    “Stephanie!” your teacher, Mrs. Deinonychus, hisses. “Arm on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eat on your Scizzors and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a One Hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Deinonychus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Mystery novel, The depressed of roses. You sit at the time.

    99 minutes left? Ow! This is insane. You’ve been Running for–

    “Stephanie! Arm on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Ouch!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Jump about peeking. Time Cry slowly. But, finally… clatter, clatter! Class is finished! Time to go back home!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Deinonychus, who glares at you. Whatever, Ekaterina. She can’t Smell you now. School is done!

  31. You can’t help but glance at the Wolf. There’s only 6 more minutes left in English class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Secretive ? What a Cake walk.

    “Sequoia!” your teacher, Mrs. T-rex, hisses. “Leg on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Snarfled on your Pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Fantasy novel, The Melancholy of Roses. You Kicked at the time.

    4 minutes left? Ha!! This is insane. You’ve been Killing for–

    “Sequoia! Leg on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Jesus!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Walking about peeking. Time Crawl slowly. But, finally… Pop, Pop! Class is finished! Time to go back New York!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Sora. She can’t feel you now. School is done!

  32. You can’t help but glance at the cat. There’s only twenty-eight more minutes left in chemistry class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and idiocy? What a ice cream walk.

    “Fiona!” your teacher, Mrs. Velociraptor, hisses. “Pinky toe on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You nom on your glue stick and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a millenium. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Velociraptor, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback utopian novel, The Despondent of Nightshade. You jump at the time.

    0.00000001 minutes left? Oi! This is insane. You’ve been leaping for–

    “Fiona! Pinky toe on your EXAM!”

    Oh, ahoy.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even destroy about peeking. Time cries slowly. But, finally… buzz, buzz! Class is finished! Time to go back the moon!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Velociraptor, who glares at you. Whatever, Ella. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  33. You can’t help but glance at the Angelfish. There’s only 394 more minutes left in Remedial Cartography class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and addictive? What a Chocolate mousse walk.

    “Fabio!” your teacher, Mrs. Albertasaurus, hisses. “Cornea on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You annihalate on your Protractor and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Eon. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Albertasaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Alternative novel, The unhappy of steel magnolias. You concurr at the time.

    3.24 minutes left? GREAT SCOTT!!!! This is insane. You’ve been Retracting for–

    “Fabio! Cornea on your EXAM!”

    Oh, !!!!!!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even implode about peeking. Time suck its toes slowly. But, finally… Thwack, Thwack! Class is finished! Time to go back Sealand!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Albertasaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Doctor Spacetime. She can’t sixth you now. School is done!

  34. You can’t help but glance at the Mustard. There’s only Seventeen more minutes left in Geometry class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Kind? What a Hot Fudge Sundae walk.

    “Autumn!” your teacher, Mrs. Triceratops, hisses. “Nose on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eat on your Ruler and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Minute. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Triceratops, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Fiction novel, The Depressed of Tulips. You Run at the time.

    Twelve minutes left? Wow! This is insane. You’ve been Grinding for–

    “Autumn! Nose on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Ow!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Play about peeking. Time Whining slowly. But, finally… Moo, Moo! Class is finished! Time to go back Castle!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Triceratops, who glares at you. Whatever, Tina Fey. She can’t sight you now. School is done!

  35. This is great!

    You can’t help but glance at the Submarine. There’s only 12 more minutes left in Defense Agasint the Dark Arts class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Squeamish? What a Fried Crickets walk.

    “Princess Lemon-Drop!” your teacher, Mrs. BigClawedasoureous, hisses. “small intestine on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You snort on your ninja stars and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a light year. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. BigClawedasoureous, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Horror-Comedy novel, The down in the dumps of Venus Fly Traps. You flew at the time.

    2 minutes left? KABOOM!! This is insane. You’ve been vomiting for–

    “Princess Lemon-Drop! small intestine on your EXAM!”

    Oh, HOLY SHIT!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even lick about peeking. Time being a genius slowly. But, finally… Voldephobia, Voldephobia! Class is finished! Time to go back Center of the Earth!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. BigClawedasoureous, who glares at you. Whatever, Ron Swanson. She can’t wonky you now. School is done!

  36. You can’t help but glance at the belionna. There’s only 6260 more minutes left in welding class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and physco? What a coconut flaked cake walk.

    “moriah!” your teacher, Mrs. Tricereotops, hisses. “toes on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You crunch on your gum and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a 7. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Tricereotops, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback heavy metal novel, The depressed of day lily. You hit at the time.

    3 minutes left? smeghead! This is insane. You’ve been killing for–

    “moriah! toes on your EXAM!”

    Oh, oh!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even spank about peeking. Time cry slowly. But, finally… boo, boo! Class is finished! Time to go back texas!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Tricereotops, who glares at you. Whatever, aragorn. She can’t sight you now. School is done!

  37. You can’t help but glance at the Book. There’s only 42 more minutes left in Sociology class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Charismatic? What a Chocolate cake walk.

    “Daniel!” your teacher, Mrs. Procompsognathus, hisses. “Elbow on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Cook on your Pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Procompsognathus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Science fiction novel, The Depressed of Posies. You Run at the time.

    13 minutes left? Hey! This is insane. You’ve been Firing for–

    “Daniel! Elbow on your EXAM!”

    Oh, AROOO! .

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even kick about peeking. Time Gurgle slowly. But, finally… Cheep, Cheep! Class is finished! Time to go back Jurassic Park!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Procompsognathus, who glares at you. Whatever, Terry Pratchett . She can’t ESP you now. School is done!

  38. What an amusing thing. This made my day 🙂

    You can’t help but glance at the Nekomusume. There’s only 69 more minutes left in Music class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Flirty? What a Key Lime Pie walk.

    “Amanda!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Neck on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Growls on your Sharpie and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Erotica novel, The Melancholy of Daisies. You Bites at the time.

    17 minutes left? But! This is insane. You’ve been Spooning for–

    “Amanda! Neck on your EXAM!”

    Oh, What in the Jiminy Cricket?!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Dying about peeking. Time Sleep slowly. But, finally… Boom, Boom! Class is finished! Time to go back Las Vegas!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Emily. She can’t Touch you now. School is done!

  39. Hehehe I thought it said “gender”, not “genre”, so….yeah….

    You can’t help but glance at the sponge. There’s only 37 more minutes left in calculus class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and cocky? What a triple chocolate cake walk.

    “Margaret!” your teacher, Mrs. branchiosaurus, hisses. “nose on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You scarf on your pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a nanosecond. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. branchiosaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback female novel, The mopey of lilies. You scuttle at the time.

    .089 minutes left? HEY!! This is insane. You’ve been painting for–

    “Margaret! nose on your EXAM!”

    Oh, HOLY CRAPAMOLIES!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even warble about peeking. Time burp slowly. But, finally… BLAM!, BLAM!! Class is finished! Time to go back The Forbidden Forest!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. branchiosaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Martin van Buren. She can’t taste you now. School is done!

  40. You can’t help but glance at the demon. There’s only 69 more minutes left in Creative Writing class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Lust? What a Creme Brulee walk.

    “Yumechi!” your teacher, Mrs. Velociraptor, hisses. “Frontal Cortex on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You admire on your Snapple and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a milennia. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Velociraptor, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Progressive Dubstep novel, The Despair of Black Roses. You grind at the time.

    42 minutes left? Daijoubu?!! This is insane. You’ve been fooly-cooly-ing for–

    “Yumechi! Frontal Cortex on your EXAM!”

    Oh, WTF?!

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even run about peeking. Time vomits slowly. But, finally… *orgasmic groans*, *orgasmic groans* Class is finished! Time to go back to Kaien Bastion!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Velociraptor, who glares at you. Whatever, Shita. She can’t taste you now. School is done!

    (I couldn’t stop laughing! XD)

  41. You can’t help but glance at the Alligator. There’s only 67 more minutes left in Math class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Intelligence ? What a Cheesecake walk.

    “Lara!” your teacher, Mrs. T-rex, hisses. “Toe on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You shovel on your paper and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a millenia. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback steampunk novel, The Panging of Roses. You reverse at the time.

    2 minutes left? Hey! This is insane. You’ve been Killing for–

    “Lara! Toe on your EXAM!”

    Oh, What the-.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even sing about peeking. Time barf slowly. But, finally… slurp, slurp! Class is finished! Time to go back the notre dame!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Osama. She can’t see you now. School is done!

  42. You can’t help but glance at the sombrero-wearing mustache llama. There’s only 7,444,444 more minutes left in Drama class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and persnickity? What a cheesecake walk.

    “Thisis!” your teacher, Mrs. Pleziasaurus, hisses. “earlobe on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You inhale on your white out and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a jiffy. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Pleziasaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback romance novel, The Depression of Hibiscuses. You lick at the time.

    .02 minutes left? Oh. Mah. Gawd.! This is insane. You’ve been singing for–

    “Thisis! earlobe on your EXAM!”

    Oh, GEE WILIKERS!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even belch about peeking. Time barfs slowly. But, finally… BOING, BOING! Class is finished! Time to go back Easter Island!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Pleziasaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Pablo. She can’t taste you now. School is done!

  43. You can’t help but glance at the yarn. There’s only 3 more minutes left in Literature class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Punctuality? What a Nutella walk.

    “Annabel!” your teacher, Mrs. Brontosaurus, hisses. “Esophagus on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your paperclip and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a minute. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Brontosaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback fantasy novel, The Melancholy of Violets. You talk at the time.

    1 minutes left? Land’s sake! This is insane. You’ve been singing for–

    “Annabel! Esophagus on your EXAM!”

    Oh, oh my gorilla!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even swim about peeking. Time babbles slowly. But, finally… POW, POW! Class is finished! Time to go back Bernheim!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Brontosaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Mitzy. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  44. This was brilliant.

    You can’t help but glance at the computer. There’s only 525,600 more minutes left in Math class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and kindness? What a chocolate walk.

    “Alex!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Toenail on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your protractor and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a century. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback horror novel, The sorrowful of roses. You run at the time.

    .5 minutes left? Wow!! This is insane. You’ve been dying for–

    “Alex! Toenail on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Huzzah.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even live about peeking. Time sleep slowly. But, finally… BANG, BANG! Class is finished! Time to go back my house!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Kelsey. She can’t touch you now. School is done!

  45. You can’t help but glance at the Squirrel. There’s only -7 more minutes left in Lunch class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Irkful? What a pocky walk.

    “Eva!” your teacher, Mrs. Styracosaurus, hisses. “Toe on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You stomp on your ruler and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a minute. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Styracosaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback horror novel, The Melancholy of Laugh-o-dils. You karate-chop at the time.

    -8 minutes left? Ano! This is insane. You’ve been spazzing for–

    “Eva! Toe on your EXAM!”

    Oh, OH MY GATOS.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even eat about peeking. Time coos slowly. But, finally… achoo, achoo! Class is finished! Time to go back to Narnia!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Styracosaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Abraham Lincoln. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  46. This was so much fun xD
    You can’t help but glance at the Ukulele. There’s only 7 more minutes left in History class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Quirky? What a Cheesecake walk.

    “Ciara!” your teacher, Mrs. Tricerotops, hisses. “Elbow on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Grating on your Pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Tricerotops, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Zombie-Classic novel, The Distraught of Orchids. You Lollygagging at the time.

    3 minutes left? but! This is insane. You’ve been Singing for–

    “Ciara! Elbow on your EXAM!”

    Oh, French the Llama!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Walk about peeking. Time Coo slowly. But, finally… Slap, Slap! Class is finished! Time to go back Tokyo!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Tricerotops, who glares at you. Whatever, Ash Ketchum. She can’t Propreoception you now. School is done!

  47. You can’t help but glance at the Nutella. There’s only 7 more minutes left in Algebra class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and silly? What a chocolate cake walk.

    “Kendall!” your teacher, Mrs. pterosaurs, hisses. “hand on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You munch on on your pencils and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a beat. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. pterosaurs, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback punk novel, The depressed of tulips. You eats at the time.

    2 minutes left? Ahem! This is insane. You’ve been eating for–

    “Kendall! hand on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Woohoo!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even meowing about peeking. Time throwing food slowly. But, finally… Ling-Chow, Ling-Chow! Class is finished! Time to go back six feet under!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. pterosaurs, who glares at you. Whatever, Jesus. She can’t taste you now. School is done!

  48. You can’t help but glance at the octopus. There’s only 394 more minutes left in Theater class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Loopy? What a jello walk.

    “Jamie!” your teacher, Mrs. Camarasaurus , hisses. “forehead on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You nom on your ruler and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a millennium. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Camarasaurus , and see she’s engrossed in her paperback comedy novel, The Melancholy of Rose. You sleep at the time.

    393.9999 minutes left? MOO!! This is insane. You’ve been singing for–

    “Jamie! forehead on your EXAM!”

    Oh, mew.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even sleep about peeking. Time poops slowly. But, finally… KABOOM!, KABOOM!! Class is finished! Time to go back to the Atlantic Ocean!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Camarasaurus , who glares at you. Whatever, Yzma. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

    ~~~

    That’s, um… interesting. XD

  49. You can’t help but glance at the platypus. There’s only 49 more minutes left in herbology class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and fierce? What a molten chocolate cake walk.

    “Liz!” your teacher, Mrs. Caudipteryx, hisses. “Spleen on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You spew on your stapler and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a jiffy. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Caudipteryx, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback paranormal novel, The melancholy of hyacinths. You destroy at the time.

    27 minutes left? Alas! This is insane. You’ve been fluffing for–

    “Liz! Spleen on your EXAM!”

    Oh, jumping pickles!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even skip about peeking. Time tumble slowly. But, finally… plop, plop! Class is finished! Time to go back cemetery!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Caudipteryx, who glares at you. Whatever, Dexter. She can’t touch you now. School is done!

  50. You can’t help but glance at the cat. There’s only 22 more minutes left in English class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Happy? What a Cookie walk.

    “Kristina!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Penis on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Young Adult novel, The morseful of Daffodils. You run at the time.

    12 minutes left? agh!! This is insane. You’ve been texting for–

    “Kristina! Penis on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Poop.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even walk about peeking. Time coo slowly. But, finally… Vrooom, Vrooom! Class is finished! Time to go back library!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, gril. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  51. (i don’t really want to right out the entire thing, so here’s the funny part):

    1 minute left? oy! this is insane. I’d been jumping for –

    “Elizaveta! Head on your EXAM!”

    Oh, I liiiiiike it…!

    (does this even make sense? well, I laughed…)

  52. This makes little sense but it’s funny.

    You can’t help but glance at the love. There’s only 2 more minutes left in Psychology class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and irratable? What a chocolate ice cream walk.

    “Elizabeth!” your teacher, Mrs. Bagaceratops , hisses. “hand on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a minutes. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Bagaceratops , and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Romance novel, The dejected of Orchids. You betray at the time.

    1 minutes left? Oh, no! This is insane. You’ve been stealing for–

    “Elizabeth! hand on your EXAM!”

    Oh, That’s wrong!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even are about peeking. Time whines slowly. But, finally… ahem, ahem! Class is finished! Time to go back Greek palace!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Bagaceratops , who glares at you. Whatever, A Student. She can’t sight you now. School is done!

  53. You can’t help but glance at the Llama. There’s only Forty-two more minutes left in English class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Stubborn? What a Ice cream walk.

    “Savannah!” your teacher, Mrs. Raptor, hisses. “Toe on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You devour on your Pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a minute. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Raptor, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Sci-Fi novel, The Depressed of roses. You push at the time.

    Five minutes left? Bazinga!! This is insane. You’ve been Stealing for–

    “Savannah! Toe on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Woah.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Bob kills about peeking. Time coos slowly. But, finally… Bang!, Bang!! Class is finished! Time to go back The Combination Taco Bell and Pizza Hut!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Raptor, who glares at you. Whatever, Stephen King. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  54. You can’t help but glance at the toilet. There’s only 73 more minutes left in Algebra class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Charisma? What a chocolate eclair walk.

    “Gethro!” your teacher, Mrs. Stegosaurus, hisses. “Left pinkie on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You devour your eraser and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a millennium. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Stegosaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback steampunk novel, The Melancholy of Poppies. You bound at the time.

    72 minutes left? Gah! This is insane. You’ve been singing for–

    “Gethro! Left pinkie on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Gopher.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even tiptoe about peeking. Time drools slowly. But, finally… Ka-blam, Ka-blam! Class is finished! Time to go back to Pigfarts!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Stegosaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Sherlock Holmes. She can’t hear you now. School is done!

  55. You can’t help but glance at the Delorean. There’s only 17 more minutes left in Physics class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Intelligent ? What a Brownie walk.

    “Olivia!” your teacher, Mrs. Teradon, hisses. “Neck on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eat on your Stapler and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Eon. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Teradon, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Cyberpunk novel, The Blue of Chrysanthemums . You Bungee Jump at the time.

    1 minutes left? Great Scott! This is insane. You’ve been spazzing for–

    “Olivia! Neck on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Snickerdoodle.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even fight about peeking. Time cry slowly. But, finally… chirp, chirp! Class is finished! Time to go back New York City!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Teradon, who glares at you. Whatever, Mariam. She can’t Smell you now. School is done!

  56. You can’t help but glance at the house. There’s only 17 more minutes left in journalism class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and sarcastic? What a sugar cookies walk.

    “kaitlin!” your teacher, Mrs. triceratops, hisses. “nose on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You cook on your crayon and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a minute. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. triceratops, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback fantasy novel, The depressed of roses. You give at the time.

    -2 minutes left? Ouch! This is insane. You’ve been swimming for–

    “kaitlin! nose on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Yo.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even dance about peeking. Time giggles slowly. But, finally… boom, boom! Class is finished! Time to go back jail!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. triceratops, who glares at you. Whatever, Herr schmutzig. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  57. You can’t help but glance at the dog. There’s only 39 more minutes left in english class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and sweet? What a icecream walk.

    “Shay!” your teacher, Mrs. Pterydactil, hisses. “hand on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You cut on your composition notebook and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a minute. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Pterydactil, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback fantasy novel, The depressed of daisies. You wrap at the time.

    20 minutes left? good grief! This is insane. You’ve been drinking for–

    “Shay! hand on your EXAM!”

    Oh, wow.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even smile about peeking. Time babble slowly. But, finally… boom, boom! Class is finished! Time to go back Walmart!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Pterydactil, who glares at you. Whatever, cousin. She can’t sight you now. School is done!

  58. You can’t help but glance at the Kitty. There’s only 9 more minutes left in Science class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Cheerful? What a Molten lava chocolate cake walk.

    “Kiira!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Arm on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eat on your Oencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Steampunk novel, The Miserable of Daisys. You Run at the time.

    3 minutes left? Damn! This is insane. You’ve been Talking  for–

    “Kiira! Arm on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Wow!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Wpwalk about peeking. Time crawl slowly. But, finally… Rawr!, Rawr!! Class is finished! Time to go back Paris!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Emily Steele. She can’t taste you now. School is done!

  59. You can’t help but glance at the Dragon. There’s only 17 more minutes left in Biology class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Sadistic? What a Fudge walk.

    “William!” your teacher, Mrs. Trex, hisses. “Tongue on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eat on your Highlighter and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Eon. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Trex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Cyber-punk novel, The Gloomy of Daisies. You Run at the time.

    13 minutes left? Oh! This is insane. You’ve been Dumping  for–

    “William! Tongue on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Woah.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Dodge about peeking. Time Fart slowly. But, finally… Boom, Boom! Class is finished! Time to go back Rome!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Trex, who glares at you. Whatever, Mitt Romney. She can’t Smell you now. School is done!

    This was really funny.

  60. You can’t help but glance at the Alaska. There’s only 34 more minutes left in Science class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and moody? What a pie walk.

    “Willa!” your teacher, Mrs. pterodactyl, hisses. “digits on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your pen drive and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. pterodactyl, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback horror novel, The depressing of sunflowers. You run at the time.

    33 minutes left? damn! This is insane. You’ve been running for–

    “Willa! digits on your EXAM!”

    Oh, point!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even date about peeking. Time cry slowly. But, finally… thump, thump! Class is finished! Time to go back London!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. pterodactyl, who glares at you. Whatever, Chip. She can’t sixth you now. School is done!

  61. You can’t help but glance at the carrot. There’s only 7 more minutes left in body sculpting class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and nuts? What a CHOCOLATE walk.

    “Rose!” your teacher, Mrs. Thesaurus, hisses. “Toenail on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You vomit on your pink princess pencil case and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a hop-skip-and-a-jump. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Thesaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback realistic fantasy novel, The sniffle-y of rhododendrons. You skadoosh at the time.

    6.9 minutes left? BOING!! This is insane. You’ve been bothering for–

    “Rosemary! Toenail on your EXAM!”

    Oh, ROAR!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even skid about peeking. Time eat things that should not be eaten slowly. But, finally… SKLAMOOSHOOPBADOOP!, SKLAMOOSHOOPBADOOP!! Class is finished! Time to go back the moon!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Thesaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Mad Scientist Moe. She can’t nonsense you now. School is done!

  62. You can’t help but glance at the couch. There’s only three more minutes left in Math class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and snarky ? What a banana pudding walk.

    “Claire!” your teacher, Mrs. Aucasaurus, hisses. “heel on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat on your Pens and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Jiffy. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Aucasaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Science-Fiction novel, The depressed of Lupins. You jump at the time.

    one minutes left? Quiet!! This is insane. You’ve been fencing for–

    “Claire! heel on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Hey!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even you about peeking. Time gurgles slowly. But, finally… Bang!, Bang!! Class is finished! Time to go back Ireland !

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Aucasaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, fireman . She can’t sight you now. School is done!

  63. You can’t help but glance at the Car. There’s only 14422888 more minutes left in Social Studies class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Extremly Articulate? What a Baked Alaska walk.

    “Miette!” your teacher, Mrs. Chicken, hisses. “Left big toe on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat? on your ruler and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a milisecond. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Chicken, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Drama novel, The melencholy of Chrysamthumums. You …what’s with the “second person etc etc”` at the time.

    2 minutes left? DUDE! This is insane. You’ve been swimming for–

    “Miette! Left big toe on your EXAM!”

    Oh, HA.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even again with the “second person etc etc” about peeking. Time Pee slowly. But, finally… KABLOOOOMY, KABLOOOOMY! Class is finished! Time to go back Penguin land!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Chicken, who glares at you. Whatever, Johnny Depp. She can’t Smell you now. School is done!

  64. You can’t help but glance at the smallpox. There’s only 42 more minutes left in advanced calculus class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Mania? What a Swedish Fish walk.

    “Bob!” your teacher, Mrs. Brochiasaurus, hisses. “Elbow on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You pick on your pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Brochiasaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback steampunk novel, The Lugubrious of Peonies. You grab at the time.

    12 minutes left? Holy shmow!! This is insane. You’ve been cricketing for–

    “Bob! Elbow on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Martha Stewart!

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even grow about peeking. Time drools slowly. But, finally… click, click! Class is finished! Time to go back Amsterdam!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Brochiasaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, Chuck Norris. She can’t touch you now. School is done!

  65. You can’t help but glance at the Harry Potter. There’s only 645 more minutes left in Art class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Morose? What a Strawberry shortcake walk.

    “Lobster!” your teacher, Mrs. Pterodactyl , hisses. “Tongue on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eats on your glue and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a months. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Pterodactyl , and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Erotica novel, The tearful of orchids. You runs at the time.

    3 minutes left? Hey you!! This is insane. You’ve been lapping for–

    “Lobster! Tongue on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Shit!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even lies about peeking. Time burble slowly. But, finally… wtf, wtf! Class is finished! Time to go back Paris, Kentucky!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Pterodactyl , who glares at you. Whatever, Robb Stark. She can’t the sixth one you now. School is done!

    lulz.

  66. You can’t help but glance at the Batman. There’s only 55 more minutes left in English class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Evil? What a cake walk.

    “Katie!” your teacher, Mrs. T-Rex, hisses. “Wings on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You nom on your pencil and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a minute. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. T-Rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Fantasy novel, The morose of roses. You run at the time.

    21 minutes left? Hey!!! This is insane. You’ve been licking for–

    “Katie! Wings on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Hence yea!!!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even dance about peeking. Time poop slowly. But, finally… Wackkkkkoooooo, Wackkkkkoooooo! Class is finished! Time to go back San Francisco!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. T-Rex, who glares at you. Whatever, My mother. She can’t radar you now. School is done!

  67. You can’t help but glance at the Dog. There’s only 3 more minutes left in art class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and evil? What a chocolate walk.

    “mary!” your teacher, Mrs. tyrannosaurus rex, hisses. “knee on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat it on your protractor and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a 2:00. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. tyrannosaurus rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback fiction novel, The depressed of roses. You bullying at the time.

    2 minutes left? no!! This is insane. You’ve been sleeping for–

    “mary! knee on your EXAM!”

    Oh, hi!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even sleep about peeking. Time shits slowly. But, finally… ding, ding! Class is finished! Time to go back lake!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. tyrannosaurus rex, who glares at you. Whatever, kinsey. She can’t touch you now. School is done!

  68. You can’t help but glance at the pizza pie. There’s only 4395 more minutes left in english class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and blonde? What a creme bru le walk.

    “veronica!” your teacher, Mrs. t-rex, hisses. “small intestine on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You ate on your fountain pen and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. t-rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback historical fiction novel, The sombre of tulips. You threw at the time.

    2 minutes left? Cheers!! This is insane. You’ve been sleeping for–

    “veronica! small intestine on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Hoorah.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even lied about peeking. Time poo slowly. But, finally… bang, bang! Class is finished! Time to go back the eiffel tower!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. t-rex, who glares at you. Whatever, the queen of holland. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  69. You can’t help but glance at the iPhone. There’s only 42 more minutes left in Theatre class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Smart? What a Strawberry Shortcake walk.

    “Katherine!” your teacher, Mrs. Giganotosaurus, hisses. “Tonsil on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Eats on your Eraser and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a Fortnight. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Giganotosaurus, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Science Fiction novel, The Blue of Lilacs. You Kicks at the time.

    41 minutes left? Hey!! This is insane. You’ve been Kissing for–

    “Katherine! Tonsil on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Bazinga!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Play about peeking. Time Drool slowly. But, finally… Snap, Snap! Class is finished! Time to go back Saturn!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Giganotosaurus, who glares at you. Whatever, The Wizard of Oz. She can’t Taste you now. School is done!

  70. You can’t help but glance at the existence. There’s only 16 more minutes left in performing arts class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and cheeky? What a ice cream walk.

    “jessica!” your teacher, Mrs. troodon, hisses. “tongue on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eat it on your paper and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a 1 second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. troodon, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback music novel, The depressed of rose. You whistle at the time.

    15 minutes left? bam! This is insane. You’ve been winking for–

    “jessica! tongue on your EXAM!”

    Oh, mark.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even allow about peeking. Time cry slowly. But, finally… blurt, blurt! Class is finished! Time to go back london!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. troodon, who glares at you. Whatever, boyfriend. She can’t train station you now. School is done!

    omg you cant help but laugh at some of the stuff it writes figment is truly the best.

  71. You can’t help but glance at the rootabaga . There’s only 3.14 more minutes left in Humanities class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Bitchy? What a Violet Pudding walk.

    “Holly!” your teacher, Mrs. Pterodachtyl, hisses. “Gall Bladder on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You Throw on your Pen and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a nanosecond. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Pterodachtyl, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Steampunk novel, The Melancholy of Roses. You Strangle at the time.

    0 minutes left? SHIT!! This is insane. You’ve been mooing for–

    “Holly! Gall Bladder on your EXAM!”

    Oh, HOLY BILL OF RIGHTS, BATMAN!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even Devour about peeking. Time Poop slowly. But, finally… WHAP!, WHAP!! Class is finished! Time to go back Hell!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Pterodachtyl, who glares at you. Whatever, Morgan Freeman. She can’t Smell you now. School is done!

  72. You can’t help but glance at the umbrella. There’s only six more minutes left in Chemistry class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Masochism? What a tiramisu walk.

    “Bridget!” your teacher, Mrs. Pterodactyl, hisses. “Elbow on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You devour on your glue and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a second. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Pterodactyl, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback western novel, The Melancholic of Daffodils. You sing at the time.

    One-point-five minutes left? NINJAS!! This is insane. You’ve been swimming for–

    “Bridget! Elbow on your EXAM!”

    Oh, ouch.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even are about peeking. Time coo slowly. But, finally… zip, zip! Class is finished! Time to go back Muskogee!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Pterodactyl, who glares at you. Whatever, Kathryn. She can’t taste you now. School is done!

  73. You can’t help but glance at the apple. There’s only 37 more minutes left in Math class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and cocky? What a ice cream walk.

    “Sarah!” your teacher, Mrs. triceratops, hisses. “nose on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You slice on your pen and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a minute. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. triceratops, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback historical fiction novel, The depressed of daisies. You jump at the time.

    23 minutes left? Wow!! This is insane. You’ve been swimming for–

    “Sarah! nose on your EXAM!”

    Oh, hey!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even move about peeking. Time squeal slowly. But, finally… whoosh, whoosh! Class is finished! Time to go back New York!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. triceratops, who glares at you. Whatever, Hannah. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  74. You can’t help but glance at the turtle. There’s only 30 more minutes left in JH class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Obnoxious? What a pie walk.

    “Lexi!” your teacher, Mrs. Iguanadon, hisses. “ear on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You sniff on your pen and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a decade. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Iguanadon, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback Romance novel, The Devastated of Pansies. You fly at the time.

    -23 minutes left? WAAAAAAHHH! This is insane. You’ve been sleeping for–

    “Lexi! ear on your EXAM!”

    Oh, YAY!!!!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even nap about peeking. Time burp slowly. But, finally… beep, beep! Class is finished! Time to go back to Candyland!!!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Iguanadon, who glares at you. Whatever, Aunt Susie. She can’t smell you now. School is done!

  75. You can’t help but glance at the novel. There’s only 8 more minutes left in English class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and determined? What a sugar cookies walk.

    “Zara!” your teacher, Mrs. t-rex, hisses. “arm on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You eats on your journal and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a hour. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. t-rex, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback romance novel, The miserable of roses. You runs at the time.

    5 minutes left? Hey! This is insane. You’ve been writing for–

    “Zara! arm on your EXAM!”

    Oh, Shit.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even reads about peeking. Time cries slowly. But, finally… murderous, murderous! Class is finished! Time to go back London!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. t-rex, who glares at you. Whatever, Jane Austen. She can’t feel you now. School is done!

  76. May we present The Exam! (2.0)

    You can’t help but glance at the clock. There’s only twenty more minutes left in english class, and then you are home free! You finished the test AGES ago. Pride and Prejudice? What a cake walk.

    “Kylie!” your teacher, Mrs. Eoraptor, hisses. “eyes on your exam.”

    Sorry, you mouth, and look back at your desk. You chew on your pen and try to resist the urge to check the time. You wait for what feels like a millenia. That’s it. You’re checking. You peek up at Mrs. Eoraptor, and see she’s engrossed in her paperback romance novel, The Melancholy of Tiger Lillies. You glance at the time.

    fifteen minutes left? Shit! This is insane. You’ve been sitting for–

    “Kylie! eyes on your EXAM!”

    Oh, SHUT IT LADY!.

    You cover your eyes so you can’t even think about peeking. Time crawl slowly. But, finally… BRIING, BRIING! Class is finished! Time to go back Brooklyn, Bitches!!

    You hand in your exam to Mrs. Eoraptor, who glares at you. Whatever, Dumbles. She can’t touch you now. School is done!

    I cheated, but w/e.

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