-Instructions- Space. Please enjoy the finished story. Please like and fave. That's it... -Credits- Started Story: @Chapter_By_Chapter Finished Story: @anikakitty Music: None Scratch: MIT -Story- When Amy walked into the room she didn't excpect to be shot with a spitball. "Splat" spitball unfortunately for her hit her right in the eye. "Who shot that?!? Gross!" Amy complained. Just then Mrs.Decamillo, the math teacher walked into the room. "I'm sorry Mrs.Decamillo. I was going to sit down but a spitball hit me in the face. "Who shot the spitball?" hissed Mrs.Decamillo menacingly. A small, quivering hand crawled into the air. "Yes, Dillin?" Mrs.Decamillo, "Justin dared me to..." Dillin whispered, tears creeping into his eyes. "I did not!" yelled a clear, sharp voice. Dillin started to cry. 'Justin!" Mrs.Decamillo barked "You are grade 7! No spitballing. And Dillin, stop crying! You are also a grade 7!" Amy cringed, as she hated to see anyone so upset. "Mrs.Decamillo!" she called. "Please don't interrupt me when I am dealing with my students!" snapped her teacher. Dillin fell to his desk and returned to sobbing.
