drabble+random stuff + I should be in bed...
My roommate is crazy. x.x
Got tired of looking at the last post
it's 1:23AM at night (morning?) I've got a hIstory test tomorrow at 11AM , not sure how I'll do cuz I kept forgetting about it. Caitlin having friends over did not help any. She went out both yesterday and tonight--and my phone decided to be evil and I never got any texts, except maybe one telling me where the hell she was x.x
Erm also got an 84 on a French test which made me happy~
And here's a short blurb for your amusement:
His eyes skittered across the floor, tracing the pattern of the lenolium flooring and waiting for the tall tale sound of a pair of sneakers--squeak squeak coming down the hall. He'd only have to wait a little bit longer, yeah, in this nasty smelling waiting room, with the concerned plump teacher eyeing him at a safe distance cuz--whoopsie he screwed up.
And maybe it was a bit odd that their principal went around sporting everyday wear--taking the Casual Fridays to an extreme, except every day of the week, well--what could he say? Nothing much. Nothing much at all, really, he could just be apprehensive because what else was there? He had screwed up. He was paying for it. Whoop. Di. Do.
Then he heard it--those footsteps, quickly followed by tacka-tacka-tack of high heeled shoes and the door was being opened, and the teacher was looking up, nursing a swollen nose and maybe a broken hand because he never took kindly to these things. At. All.
And then the principal is speaking, hair slicked back in a certain way and eyes unwavering through thinly rimmed glasses sliding down an equally thin nose, "Now then, what happened this time? Mrs. Dubois?" Then the eyes quickly traveled to him, "....Lavi?"
Haha yay for surprises, wasn't it?
"Yup it's me." And that's all he could think of to say, really. What else was there?
Now it is off to bed with meeee x.x
Got tired of looking at the last post
it's 1:23AM at night (morning?) I've got a hIstory test tomorrow at 11AM , not sure how I'll do cuz I kept forgetting about it. Caitlin having friends over did not help any. She went out both yesterday and tonight--and my phone decided to be evil and I never got any texts, except maybe one telling me where the hell she was x.x
Erm also got an 84 on a French test which made me happy~
And here's a short blurb for your amusement:
His eyes skittered across the floor, tracing the pattern of the lenolium flooring and waiting for the tall tale sound of a pair of sneakers--squeak squeak coming down the hall. He'd only have to wait a little bit longer, yeah, in this nasty smelling waiting room, with the concerned plump teacher eyeing him at a safe distance cuz--whoopsie he screwed up.
And maybe it was a bit odd that their principal went around sporting everyday wear--taking the Casual Fridays to an extreme, except every day of the week, well--what could he say? Nothing much. Nothing much at all, really, he could just be apprehensive because what else was there? He had screwed up. He was paying for it. Whoop. Di. Do.
Then he heard it--those footsteps, quickly followed by tacka-tacka-tack of high heeled shoes and the door was being opened, and the teacher was looking up, nursing a swollen nose and maybe a broken hand because he never took kindly to these things. At. All.
And then the principal is speaking, hair slicked back in a certain way and eyes unwavering through thinly rimmed glasses sliding down an equally thin nose, "Now then, what happened this time? Mrs. Dubois?" Then the eyes quickly traveled to him, "....Lavi?"
Haha yay for surprises, wasn't it?
"Yup it's me." And that's all he could think of to say, really. What else was there?
Now it is off to bed with meeee x.x