Room 314 - Tuesday Evening

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck had been waiting for this all week. He had a terrible weekend and his shoulder still stung a bit so he was looking forward to a little herbal remedy. He hoped Francine was as good a cook as she looked. And if she wasn't, eh, screw it they were going to be filled with pot. He'd eat them anyway. Chuck had told everyone to meet in his room because, while he was always willing to share weed, he wasn't about to share with the entire school.

He lounged back onto his bed, pushed play on the third Fatal Rock movie and waited for everyone to come in.

[For those who know who they are. Up early for great SP justice]