Art Class

"What could be worse?" asked Kate.

"I dunno," he replied.

"Being arrested would be bad enough. But, you are right, Will, we shouldn't even try getting the paintings in that way. It would never work." Kate said.

"I wish we could go back. I left my hairbrush behind somewhere," said Mona Lisa.

Kate was confused for a minute, and looked at Mona Lisa carefully, trying to remember the original painting. There was no hairbrush in her picture, unless she had missed it when she studied the painting for class. "You weren't pictured with one, were you?" Kate said.

Mona Lisa smiled. "Well, that doesn't mean that I haven't brushed my hair before, does it?" She replied.

"I guess not, Lisa." Said Kate. "I have a hairbrush in my locker. You can use it after class."

"Kids, this is art class, not time to socialize with one another. I need to see some work or there will be detention," interrupted the substitute teacher.

"Yeah this is quite the art class," Will said, sarcastically.

The substitute teacher just shook his head and stuck his face back in the newspaper, having no idea what was going on in his classroom.