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"This is all your fault!" Riley yelled as our group all stormed into Mr. Matthews classroom.
"Uh... What is?" Mr. M asked, confused.
"Things are going bad, man. We need somebody to blame." Zay told him.
"I am also feeling these emotions!" said Smakle.
"We've fallen on hard times, Matthews." Maya explained.
"Fix it, sir." Lucas asked.
"Bravo." Cory said while chuckling.
"Wonderful performance. Shall we begin again?" Cory continued.
"Lovely. What shall we do differently?" Riley asked.
"Well, um, this time, I think I'd like to go first." Cory told us.
"Oh, by all means!" Maya gestures for him to go ahead.
"In five, four, three, two..." I counted down then pointed to him at one, just like Freddy does in ICarly.
"You did this!" He yelled.
"Yikes!" Riley exclaimed.
"I was fine in middle school! I could've gone on there forever, talking about whatever I wanted, and you suckers believed everything I said! But you had to bring me here. I gotta teach stuff now! That is not why I got into this!" Okay, I can't say I expected that.
"Did you prepare us?" Riley asked him.
"What?" Cory asked back.
"Did you prepare us for this?" Riley asked again.
"We're not important, Matthews." Maya told him.
"You always made us feel important." Lucas said.
"You never prepared us to be unimportant, and now we don't know what to do." Smakle told Mr. M. while pointing her finger at him.
"You didn't even go to our school!" Cory yelled while pointing back.
"But I'm here now and I catch on fast. I wanna be in the trio!" Smakle said, directing towards me, Riley, and Maya.
"Smackle!" Farkle
"What'd I say?" Smakle
"What does that mean?" I asked her, confused.
"You three girls are like the center of our group. I want to be a part of that."
"Of course you are Smakle." I told her with a smile. I stepped over and gave her a hug. She smiled back at me.
Our little side moment was over when Maya said, "We're not kings anymore"
"The seniors are the kings." Riley told her father.
"Are they good kings?" Cory asked.
"No." Lucas deadpanned.
"We don't know that yet. We don't know their reasoning." Riley said with faith.
