Again with the weekend
For some reason everyday is just like the same. I do the same thing in the morning(nothing), do the same thing weekly in Optometry, then talk about the same stuff at lunch(good stuff, keep it going), then talk with Ethan, bs some problems, and beat each other in games during Calc(plus do our work when he can get to us), and finally almost have a heart attack in economics because my grade could raise or fall so quickly.
I'm not complaining. Its okay. Better then those "O shit what just happened" days.
Happy Weekend everyone. Its early. But I've been on my weekend since school started.
More story, but a different one(if you like the Scarlett one tell me, I have some more):
Rebecca walked into one of the largest sections of the Serendipity. James's office. It was the most unique room in the ship, made of a glossy black stone instead of the midnight blue rugs and alien woods of the other rooms. James sat behind a wooden desk and a few feet from a window that was the back wall of the room. She closed the door and walked toward one of three chairs that was infront of his desk, across a floor that looked like a black pool of water.
He looked up from a scarlet colored book and wore glasses that he didn't need. She had been in his room once before when he welcomed her to the ship and told her a story she still didn't believe. That was two days ago.
"Welcome again." he said with a smile that looked genuine.
"Thankyou for iniviting me back."
She took her chair and crossed her legs on the perfectly comfortable chair.
"Sadly there has been a change in plans. We are under attack."
"What?"
I'm not complaining. Its okay. Better then those "O shit what just happened" days.
Happy Weekend everyone. Its early. But I've been on my weekend since school started.
More story, but a different one(if you like the Scarlett one tell me, I have some more):
Rebecca walked into one of the largest sections of the Serendipity. James's office. It was the most unique room in the ship, made of a glossy black stone instead of the midnight blue rugs and alien woods of the other rooms. James sat behind a wooden desk and a few feet from a window that was the back wall of the room. She closed the door and walked toward one of three chairs that was infront of his desk, across a floor that looked like a black pool of water.
He looked up from a scarlet colored book and wore glasses that he didn't need. She had been in his room once before when he welcomed her to the ship and told her a story she still didn't believe. That was two days ago.
"Welcome again." he said with a smile that looked genuine.
"Thankyou for iniviting me back."
She took her chair and crossed her legs on the perfectly comfortable chair.
"Sadly there has been a change in plans. We are under attack."
"What?"