neatfreaks, i'm the follower. 123 slaughter me street high school is having a bad time with the school's power. it was scary to hear this, there was a power cut at the school and some of my classmates thought the high school will be closed. the greeter was suffering out to herself when the power was in haywire mode. what a pity about her. there was the 123 slaughter me street news on ms. diet's smartboard. then a middle school student from 123 slaughter me street middle school said, "all of us were scared when the bathrooms were like flipping off the air dryers," and i mean uh... the waiter was like... he said, "the wifi from our chromebooks were off because of the powercut." then mr. diet thinks that is haywired because of the thunderstorm. well, it's a long story. the principal of the high school says that school will be dismissed early at 11:30 AM. we were excited. then mr. diet told us to calm down and we sat down.

"calm down now it's time for mathematics," he said. "here's an algebra expression." his sights brings his mind back inside of his body as he wrote an algebaric expression. it was renamed algebra mathematics. i don't know how to do algebra when i was like aged 11 when i went to 6th grade. then suicide mouse said it out, "(-23 + 12) x 82 + (-98 + 34) divided by 78," then mr. diet asked, "greeter, what is negative 23 plus 12?" then the greeter said, "negative 11." mr. diet didn't call on me yet. then it was the waiter's turn. "if negative 11 is multiplied by 82, then what is the product?" mr. diet asked. "negative 902." the waiter said. still, mr. diet hasn't call on me yet. it was willy's turn. "willy, what is negative 902 plus negative 98 plus 34 more?" mr. diet asked. "negative 966." willy said. now mr. diet called on me. "now if we divide negative 966 by 78, what will the answer be?" mr. diet asked. i said it out loud, "negative 982 point 820512821." suicide mouse looked down at the floor. maybe though he looks upset. "dang it..." he whispered. when i opened up my chromebook there was still no wifi and it was 9:00 AM. then i think it was math flex time. "wait a minute," the greeter said. "we don't need to go on our flex board anymore. this means no assignments this year." i was like WOW. it was kind of exciting of how assignments ended. "for gosh sakes, greeter, you mean uh... we have assignments." willy said. "but willy, it's like..." the greeter said. "guys, calm down." i said. "what do you mean calm down?" the waiter asked.

"please be quiet," mr. diet said. "it's about time to go to the cafeteria. when we are done with lunch, i'll find something you as monsters will love." the classmates said, "yes ma'm." we lined up in alphabetical order. so before the dismissal, we did life and physical science. mr. diet let us do the rocks and minerals assignment. when when we putted our chromebooks up, they called for 9th grade and 11th graders to go to the bus salute this time along with the blue and white car riders to the front sidewalk. well bruh, i'm in 10th grade. then mr. diet said when i got out the school buiding, "follower, you forgot your homework." i ran to get it. then when i got onto my school bus, i putted my homework folder inside my bookbag. "today is wednesday, right?" the waiter asked. "well, i have worked hard with mr. diet and we're prepared for end of year test." is said. "the end of year test?" the waiter asked. "what's that?"

"waiter, it's a science end of year test," i said. "ok," the waiter said. "the middle schoolers from 123 slaughter me street middle school and the 5th graders from 123 slaughter me street elementary school are taking the test, too." the waiter said, "uh-huh." i went on, "we already took the language arts and mathematics end of year test." then the waiter said, "oh, when i was in 3rd grade when my teacher let us do the schoolnet NC test, i rushed through the answers and she gave me an F minus." i said, "ok. well, i'm sure you might do your best this time." when the bus stopped at my house, i went off and very soon said to my mom, "there was a power cut at the school."

then at 5:45, my older sister ivy let me and her watch an clip of the 123 slaughter me street news. there was a glitch on the screen and then the channel turned itself into a very creepy epsiode. i covered my eyes. ivy tried to change it back, but the lost episode was about mickey who was upset that he lost minnie and kills himself. then there was a jumpscare and the tv turned off. then the red bloody text said, "real suffering is not known". it was like suicide mouse but i knew this was creepy. very creepy. i ran into my room frightened. ivy opened my bedroom door asking, "follower, are you ok?"

"no," i said. "i'm not okay." ivy felt upset as she patted my head. "it's okay that it's only a show," she said. "i know, ivy," i said. "i was scared about this, even the power cut at school is very frightening." ivy said, "bruh, i really don't know who made the power cut, but someone from my class had done that." i asked, "you mean what?"

"follower, for gosh sakes, this dares him to be the only one who did this." ivy said. "then who did it anyway?" i asked. "hoster isn't mean to do that, ok? well, hoster was in suspension and went home early because he was afraid of the dark. he was suspended for like 10 days before he goes back to school." ivy said. "that's terrifying," i said. "yep, very terrifying," ivy said. "maybe like when he goes to 10th grade?" i asked. "maybe..." ivy said.

before the test, i gave mr. diet my homework the next day. "do you mean uh.. we have to take it?" i asked. "well, some monsters at 123 slaughter me street high school do the end of year test. when they take the math end of year test, they learn about algebra, geometry, calculus, and precalculus." mr. diet said. "calculus," i thought. "maybe umm... let me show you something first, mr. diet," i said. i showed him the ink splat on ms. chaser's door. "oh boy," mr. diet said. "this may be one of those bullies from this high school."

when we opened our chromebooks for the test, mr. diet gave us a reminder. "someone from this high school had made an ink splat all over ms. chaser's door. repeat after me, someone from this high school had made an ink splat all over ms. chaser's door." he said. "someone from this high school had made an ink splat all over ms. chaser's door." we all said after him. "so who are the mystery solvers anyway?" mr. diet asked. "waiter, will you give an opinion for those 2 mystery solvers?" the waiter said, "follower and greeter."

"you mean us?" the greeter asked. "lord, you have to solve this mystery, this is a crime." mr. diet said. "yes ma'm." we both said. "go now." suddenly, i very soon noticed and i asked mr. diet about the test. "what if we never take the test when we solve the mystery?" i asked. "well fine, follower, when you're done taking the test, you have to solve the mystery right now. UNDERSTAND?" mr. diet asked. "i understand," i said. "good gosh, willy, i can't believe how a bully did that," suicide mouse said. "i understand that gosh sakes, if this is a crime in a high school, then why can't we understand?" willy asked. mr. diet finally whispered, "get to work, take your time, do your best, if you're done, i'll give you your chromebook from your hands." we all whispered, "yes ma'm." we all went to work.