Sorry, Champ, I think I ate your chocolate squirrel.
The yearbook staff and Ms. G were heading out to lunch today when Jordan stopped us in the middle of the hallway. He immediately turned to Hannah and went, "Hannah!" all concerned and breathless like, then continued, "Did you hear about Nick?"
AND NO ONE EVEN BREATHED. SERIOUSLY. We were all thinking like, "Oh, God, what happened? Did he lose a limb? Did his amnesia come back? DID HE DIE?" There's been so much death-related stuff going around lately that, naturally, it was what we all IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT, but, no. Jordan went on again and he was all, "He's having a party on Saturday."
We then proceeded to strangle Jordan. Good times.
AND NO ONE EVEN BREATHED. SERIOUSLY. We were all thinking like, "Oh, God, what happened? Did he lose a limb? Did his amnesia come back? DID HE DIE?" There's been so much death-related stuff going around lately that, naturally, it was what we all IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT, but, no. Jordan went on again and he was all, "He's having a party on Saturday."
We then proceeded to strangle Jordan. Good times.