I drag my fingers across the smooth dark surface of the table, trying ever so hard to focus on the cool touch of it rather then my rubber spider 'Samson' which is currently sailing in the air above me. Eventually it lands causing me to wince as the person (or should I say persons) it hits begins to react as a normal person would. Now before you blame me please know that it was not my doing, sure I supplied the damn bug but it was not my hand that flung the thing across the room for the 18th time this class.
I turned my head to follow the giggling of a sharp witted red head and the smirk of some one who I wouldn't cross if I were you! Brianna and Lizzy....shocking.
"Guys seriously?" Sydney complained with a grin that didn't help to get the point across the expansion of the table and the warning was lost some where among the forgotten textbooks, projects and pencil boxes. Kyra who sat nearby rolled her eyes as Jamie bobbed her head along with what I'm guessing was either fall out boy or Shia laboef.
I watched as a familiar blur whizzed past my head just barely missing it and suddenly the spider was back in front of me again. I looked at the rubber toy which by now was truly pitiful. A missing leg and deflated body ...how sad! No doubt the injury's had come about during his various flights at the hands of my friends, or the times had been turned inside out but those who's motives I don't truly understand. Needless to say the spider stays home now.
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THE ART ROOM
Non-FictionA collection of short storys written for my friends and anyone else who wishes to read. A small thanks to jay for editing this!!!
