>Still here. Still bored. More story please and thank you. 

[Dang, you're high-maintenance today.]

The fish bided its time as it gasped for breath in the syrupy liquid. It felt the rythmic sloshing as Daniel strode along, noticing the pauses as he navigated obstacles, all the time sinking further as the contents of the cup emptied bit by bit. A final lurch brought a welcome end to the jostling, as the backpack came to rest on the floor next to a desk in the auditorium-style classroom. The fish's eyes began to bulge with the struggle to breathe, and the project seemed likely to come to an early and disappointing end, while Daniel fussed with the fold-out writing table and pencils and whatnot.

Finally he reached down into his pack and pulled out a dripping notebook. He dropped it on the desk cursing, then rapidly yanked his expensive book, also badly wetted, from the pack blustering and gasping. Finally, he lifted the cup from the depths of the pack, peering down inside to see how bad the damage looked.

The fish was ready. Clinging with the tips of its dorsal fins to the open gap where it had entered, it gave a mighty pull and arch and squeezed back through to drop onto the open floor. Daniel felt the jump, and stared puzzled at the cup as the fish flipped and flopped behind his chair and out of sight. He angrily pushed shut the lid, muttering about the poor quality of the seal that he had trusted with so much.

The woman behind him handed over some napkins she had retrieved from her own bag to help sop up the mess, along with a sympathetic smile. The fish gasped with relief that she had set her own tea on the floor to root for the offering, and it managed to flip onto the toe of her boot, then immediately in a full circle up over the rim of her cup and down into the liquid. It wriggled in relief that the tea was only tepid and lightly sweetened, more clear than the sticky juice, if rather astringent in taste and feel. The fish rushed in circles at the bottom of the cup, as fast as it could, to rinse the gummy sugar from its gills and fins. It sighed in relief, as breath came in easier and easier gasps.

It heard a distant drone start up down the steps, as the professor began the class. Daniel's cursing and grumbling subsided, and scratching began above as the woman wrote her first notes. Attention shifted into the unknown distance.