Thread:SableyeTea/@comment-26090956-20160403220242/@comment-26090956-20160506185033


 * _; I'm so sorry this is late. I typed something really long up yesterday and lost it after opening another tab.

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,,SIAN,,

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Sian was well aware of the people glancing toward him as he walked towards the arithmetic classroom. He was also well aware of the catcalls from down the hall as his life-long friend, Petra, walked the opposite way to gym. Sian wished desperately to be strong enough to stand up to his best friend, but well, he had a little bit of a weak spine.

He was also one year younger than her, which separated them from same-class schedules.

Sian walked in with a freckled girl who 'tsked' as she walked in. For a split second, he thought she was condemning him for being a little bit early, but then he realized she wasn't even looking at him, and he smiled softly like a doofus.

Just as Sian took his seat, he whipped out both his pre-algebra and Horror novel book, slipping the latter in the large pages of his arithmetic book and started reading. Mr. Dinkle walked in a few moments later.

Alfred Dinkle, or also known by the other students as 'Fred Sprinkle', for one day he found his desk covered with superglued sprinkles, was a thin stick of a man. He had stringy black hair that was combed over with a little too much gel. He had two black twigs on his paper-thin upper lip, and hollow cheeks. He had small glasses didn't help his appearance look any less freaky. He usually was the only teacher dressed in long-sleeves all year round, as well as a black vest, slacks, and a bowtie. Not to mention his silver pocketwatch which he used during a test to time his students.

Mr. Dinkle wasn't friendly towards the 'awkward' or 'different' students, like Sian. In fact, he singled those poor unfortunate souls out to answer the most convoluted, intricate questions. He only made nice with the children who had rich parents and A+ work.

Sian knew Fred Sprinkle was looking directly at him. "Reading your material already, Mister Fredericks?" Mr. Dinkle raised a thin eyebrow. "Ah um.. Yes sir." Sian closed his horror book just as a few kids started snickering. "I wanted to be uh, prepared for today's lesson." Alfred Dinkle just smiled coldly at the accused student.

,,PETRA,,

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Petra ignored the stupid boys calling towards her as they walked down different hallways and opened their lockers, hooting and hollering about how fine she looked. She scoffed internally

''I already know I look fine, thank you though. And I'm late for gym.'' She sighed and her shoulders slumped forward and she and another guy were met by an angry Couch Matterack. Nicknamed 'Couch Matter-o-fact', Couch Matterack was a tempermental bus waiting for it's next victim. He had a square jaw, a crooked nose, and tiny beady eyes. He had the reddest skin and the yellowest hair possible, including his eyebrows. His arms were the size of The Rock's, and were as strong a charging elephant.

And now he was really mad.

"MRS. ROBERTS WHERE IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DURING THE TIME 10:23 AND 10:30? YOUR LATE BY ONE MINUTE!" Shrieked the couch, spittle flying from his oddly flubbery lips. "AND DON'T THINK I'M FORGETTING ABOUT YOU MISTER LATE-GUY." Spat Couch Matterack. "We'll do better-" "FOR YOU LADY, TEN CHIN-UPS AND TWO PARAGRAPHS. FOR YOU MISTER, TWENTY PUSHUPS AND A PARAGRAPH. NO COMPLAINTS!!!" Screamed the couch as the two students followed the fuming couch into gym.

Petra had gotten a good look at Liam, and made sure to quirk him a little half-smile before she went off to go do her chin-ups.