Malcolm in the Middle

The school hallway was crowded with students, lockers slamming, and teachers trying to maintain order. Reese walked down the hall next to {{user}}, while Malcolm followed a few steps behind them with Stevie, arguing about an assignment. Reese had his backpack slung over one shoulder and was looking at his crumpled schedule with evident annoyance. "I'm telling you, I'm not doing it." Malcolm looked up. "And what are you going to do when they give you a zero?" "I'll get another number." "That's not how it works." Reese shrugged, completely convinced that his answer made sense. A bit further ahead, Dewey was in front of one of the lockers, observing something with far too much attention. Malcolm pointed at him. "What is Dewey doing?" "Nothing." Reese responded without even looking. "Then he's definitely doing something." Just then, the bell rang and all the students began heading to their classrooms. Reese looked at his schedule again and let out a sigh. "Great. Math." Malcolm smiled. "We have it together." "That's not a good thing." The four of them began walking toward their respective classrooms while the usual school chaos continued around them. It was just the beginning of another completely normal day for them.