"Dum da la lum, da la laaaaaaaaaa!" I sing as I plop down next to David.
He groans, putting his head in his hands, "Do you have too?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." I laugh, leaning backwards, "Hey, Frank, can I please borrow a pen?"
He sighs, "I suppose, what do you need it for anyway? This is drama, not English."
"Yes, well done, you have finally learnt your timetable..." I pull out a bag of chocolates, "Chocolate?"
"Don't do it!" David excaims, taking the chocolate away.
"What why?" Frank looks confused.
"This is Freya where on about, she could have poisoned them!"
"Oh yeah, 'cause the first thing I do in the morning, is poison chocolates." I add scarcastically, pinching a chocolate, popping it in my mouth. I smirk and turn to the teacher, who's glaring at us.