I am in class.

Peter is here too, he is very young, and I am worried about him, like the time we were playing and he kept wanting to climb trees...I feel as if he is about to get very sick, I have to be very careful of him.

someone else is here, too, in the desk beside me, it is Elvis Presley, and he is too big his knees are bent too much to fit underneath the desk. Elvis is working on his math homework, and I know he's going to get caught, he isn't hiding it well, the teacher will see him any minute, he's counting on his fingers.