what's stopping you?

term starts on thurday

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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in george's humble opinion, returning to school on a thursday is fucking ridiculous.

supposedly, it makes sense to stagger the order in which the different year groups come back into school, starting with the year sevens on monday and gradually scaffolding the next years, up until all the sixth formers come back on thursday.

he doesn't see why they couldn't just have two extra days off and come back in at the start of next week.

"what the actual fuck?" george curses as he glares down at his timetable, looking at how his classes have been dispersed out over the fortnightly routine. "i've got four lessons in one day," he points out, "surely that's like, abuse."

wilbur scoffs at the brunette, tilting his own timetable in the other's direction. "i have four lessons on most days."

"yeah, well no one made you take four options, wil," george replies, rolling his eyes. "that was your choice."

wilbur fondly shakes his head at his brother, leaning back in his chair with a small smile. there's an insatiable voice trying to convince him to argue just for the sake of it, but he decides to save it for when they're home. "yeah, yeah," he mutters instead.

george lets his gaze drag over the other's timetable, his brows pinching together ever so slightly. "you don't have many art lessons."

"we're expected to do most of our art in our frees," wilbur shrugs, taking his timetable back to look over it again, "we're only doing project stuff now so we don't need the teachers to be there really."

"ew," george grimaces dramatically, "that's so gross."

wilbur huffs out an amused breath, nodding, "yeah, i know."

george hums, dismissing the conversation in favour of glancing around their form room. it's the same room as the year prior, and he looks over at the guitars lining the far wall, noticing that there's a new one there now- not that he cares in the slightest. he also notices a huge container of ukeleles at the front of the room, which he supposes are for some class to use later that day.

"i wonder what everyone else's timetables are like," george says conversationally as he looks back at wilbur, seeing his brother to be equally spaced out until he is drawn back by george's voice. it's pretty obvious that they're both too tired to focus.

the taller boy shrugs, taking his phone out of his pocket and distantly replying, "i'll ask." he puts his phone on their desk, the teacher's view obstructed by his back, and navigates his way to snapchat. "oh, look," he says after opening their group's chat, turning it for george to see, "tommy's already sent his."

george looks between his and tommy's timetables, humming. "we share a load of frees together," he points out.

"so do me and you," wilbur adds. "well, you're in most of mine, i'm only in a few of yours, but that's just cause you have more than me."