It was the last day of school. The fifth graders were currently occupying the gym, laughing and dancing. They were attending the annual Fifth-Grade-Graduation-Party/Dance.
Duncan Plympton was between his two triplets, Ignatius and Aldabella. None of them really had the urge to get up and join the party, so the three of them had taken to an empty corner.
Ignatius was now trying to stick his fingernail between the dusty floorboards. Duncan was leaning against the wall, watching a fly zoom around them. Aldabella scowled.
"Ignatius, you're going to break you're fingernail doing that," she scolded.
"No he's not," Duncan replied dully.
"If he doesn't be careful he is," Aldabella said darkly. Ignatius immediately stopped.
The Plympton triplets waited for three o' clock to come. Once it did, they would rush to science and then they would be out of here.
Ignatius sighed. "This is boring," he complained.
"Go dance with somebody," Aldabella suggested.
"Bleh!"
"Well, there isn't much else to do besides dance and eat."
"Then let's go get some food!"
Ignatius jumped up, but Aldabella grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
"Only the popular people are over there," she warned.
Ignatius shrugged.
Duncan added, "We're clearly not wanted at that table, seeing as we're not very well liked."
Everybody in the school could agree with that. Talking to the Plympton triplets was like killing yourself because you were dared to. No one wanted to do it.
