Max: Max knows it instinctively: Right about now is the right time. The other students are focused in, Professor Collins is talking..........and Max makes her move. Max giggles quietly, then lets it get louder until it's very much noticable by the other students and Professor Collins. The giggling to Max is so girly it's cringeworthy, but it works like a charm, which is why she uses it as often as she does. Besides, her doodle really is kinda funny. As she sees the students looking around for the source, Max notices how ironic it is that the other students would have never guess her to be a trouble maker before now, but even on her application it was apparent that she was notorious at her past schools for being a trouble maker.
Professor Collins: Professor Collins did a quick mind sweep to find the giggler. She sighed inwardly as she located the person who turned out to be no other than Maxine. She should have not been surprised, but she had hoped Max would have grown up a little and not returned to her old ways. Glancing down at her desk for a moment, she said, "Perhaps you would like to tell the class what you think is so funny about the pilgrims Miss Patterson?"
Max: Max pulled back on the giggles to a few here and there. She purposely tried and failed to hide a smile as she said, "Nothing Professor Collins."
Professor Collins: Professor Collins knew from that instant that the rest of her day with Maxine would be no better. Perhaps a chat with Miss Patterson after classes would help. She looked straight over her glasses, which were now perched on the bridge of her nose, at Max for a long moment. Samantha would be familiar with this look, Professor Collins had used it often on her more disruptive students. Finally she asked, "May I go back to teaching my class?"
Max: Max could barely supress a grin, both real and acting. "Yes, you may."
Professor Collins: "Thank you," Professor Collins replied dryly, and continued on with the lesson, attempting to get back the focus of her students. She didn't even want to hear Max's thoughts, though she assumed they must be victorius.
Max: Max was happy, it had gone perfectly. Yes, a few more disruptions, and I'll have a detention, and then dearest father will certainly hear of it! Mission number one on it's way to completion, she thought.