Thread:SableyeTea/@comment-26090956-20160403220242/@comment-26090956-20160506214739

^~^ PS I'm eating Kona ice >:3

EEP YAY I LOVE SIAN WE WILL CONTINUE WITH THAT AS WELL *Holds up pencil* LEMME DRAW A COMIC AS WELL :D --

,,PETRA,,

Petra hated running. She hated running more than anything else in the entire school... Well maybe except for the popular girls. She was glad she wasn't very strong-armed at doing her chin-ups, though those ten came faster than she realized. She did an extra five for good measure and to dawdle.

She dropped off the bar and dusted off her hands with her knees. She was a little sweaty, but flicked it off her forehead as she joined in the other students with doing laps.

The guy she had smiled at was Liam, a vibrantly-haired second-year like herself. And well, she did kinda sorta have a little bit of a huge crush on him, though no one could probably tell. She made sure she caught up a little bit behind him and tied her hair back using one of the ponytail bands around her wrist. Some of the girls around scoffed at her reckless behavior and how she stumbled a little when running, but she made up for it when the began crunches. 10... 20.. 40.. 100... crunches later and Petra was still going while the other students rolled to their sides clutching their stomachs like they had been beaten by Couch Matter'O'Fact.

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,,SIAN,,

Sian was completely relieved when Sak.. Sakiko? Sahh-Kee-Koh.. Had saved his bum from Mr. Dinkle. She was as sassy as Petra but definitely not as done-up as his best friend. She had a more natural beauty about her, which Sian thought was more of an inner grace, but he still thought Petra was to-die for.

Though Petra would never see Sian the way he saw her, as someone he hoped to be more than just a friend- for she saw him as a little brother, the kid she knew all her life. As Mr. Dinkle drawled on about the theories and methods of Algebra, Sian was hit with a wadded up piece of paper.

Confused, he unraveled it as silently as he could, and Mr. Dinkle didn't hear over his own voice.

The note read

''Letting your girlfriend do the dirtywork with Fred Sprinkle? Real heroic of you Skeleton.''

Sian winced at the last word. It was almost a punishment to be nicknamed something so close to home. He twisted in his seat to catch a view of a few of the 1st year jocks laughing to themselves. After giving them a real nice stink-eye Sian twisted back, meeting Mr. Dinkle Face-to-face.

"Detention Mr. Fredericks. I expect you to attend and tell your parents this time. I don't want anymore slip-ups from you." Mr. Dinkle sneered, his large hawk nose revealing the black hairs inside his two cavernous nostrils.

Sian scrunched into himself. "Yes sir.." He whimpered.