Everything was blurry, I could hear something...no...someone. They were calling me, b-but what were they saying?
"Get the fuck up your slut."
I opened my eyes to see Laura standing over me. "Get away." I threw a pillow over my head to block her suddenly obnoxious voice. She let out a laugh that sounded like a bark. She wasn't getting me out of this bed even if her life depended on it.
"Is this how your going to treat me? After all our years of friendship."
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"Yes."
" You bastard."
I felt my feet lift off the bed, I'm flying, oh my god, I'm Aladin- *PLUNK* I'm on the floor.
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I walked into see only a handful of students that were already there. Made sense, I was 20 minutes early, but come on guys this is college. Maybe they had a Laura too that wakes them up an hour early because she couldn't get her stupid shit quality bracelet out of her hair. I took a seat in that back because why would I go in the front, all those snooty fruity smart people were. I don't care if this is an art class they still have those people.
Before I could judge anybody else our professor walked in. He wasn't much of the looker. Crap. I'm still judging people. But man...he fugly. If Laura were here she'd slap me. Than continue to judge him with me because she's Laura.
"Good evening students, I will be your professor, my name is Mr. Pines. You may call me that and only that-
His head...its brighter than my future.
"-so I suggest if you want to pass and do something with your lives, you will call me Mr. Pines."
MY EYES! THEY'RE BURNING!
" Today we will start off with talking about gesture."
MY LEEEEEG.
He was drawing something crazy on the board over there. So, I decided it was time to observe my surroundings. To my left I saw the basic white chick drooling over some basic jock. Time to make my move.
" Hey," I whispered," you." She turned her head to look at me. That's not a very nice look. I held up my 'muscles' and winked. Oh her face showed it all. She wants me, at least, I think that's what hurling means. Oh well, plenty of fish in the sea. Speaking of, half of the board was filled with information. I should probably listen to him.
I raised my hand and waited. Apparently he is one of those teachers who pretends he can't see you hand. Therefor, I stood. "EXUSE ME!" Mr. Pines stopped and gazed upon me and my glory.
"What do you want."
"CAN YOU REPEAT ALL OF DAT RIGHT DER." I said pointing at the board. He looked at me and spoke to me like I was 4. " Sure, you can take notes on it in detention."
"COLLEGE HAS DETENTION?!?!?" I immediately sat down and hushed up. Mr. Pines rolled his eyes and continued the lesson. He's probably going to fail me. Why isn't he yelling at the girl who is puking all over this nice newly placed carpet? They are just out to get me I swear. But seriously is there detention in college?
"Your first assignment is to draw a man or a women making A gesture. It will be due by the end of class tomorrow." Mr. Pines said almost sleeply. I raised my hand a second time, Mr. Pines looked at me, sighed, and shook his head. "Yes, Jean was it?" he questioned. I nodded and smiled. "Yes sir, I'd like to turn in my assignment." I said with the most respectful voice I could manage.
He gave me a sideways look like how dogs would tilt there head as if asking a question. "If you'd like, I mean I see no reason why not." he spoke. I grabbed my sketch book from my backpack and pulled out a drawing of a boy holding a girl up in the air. He was spinning both of them as they smiled, resting their foreheads against one another's. I gently tore it out the book and got up to give it to Mr. Pines. I handed him the paper. He eyed it for a minute or two then looked back at me in surprise. "This is good work... A+." I smiled, thanked him and walked back to my seat.
Stupidly bald, fat man thinking I can't draw. Poor poor clueless fat man. No detention for Jean friggin novel, my future is starting to look brighter than his head now. Well...maybe not that brights...BUT BRIGHT!
After class Mr. Pines talked to me about slight ways to just get a little extra details into what I dre, how to clean up stray drawing marks ect. after classes where over Laura and I met up at a bench just outside her English class. Lara was tip-tip- typing away on her computer trying to finish up her class assignment. She had to write a short sweet story she needed to finish it up so she could turn it in. We decided to go to a near by diner instead of the dining hall today.
I pulled into the parking lot of Denny's putting the car into park and walking into the diner it had an old feel to it that was kinda nice. It wasn't completely packed like most restaurants at this time of day. We sat down at a booth and was greeted by a nice waitress. "Howdy my name's Rachel, I'll be your waitress this evening. May I interest y'all in the house special?" She asked pulling out a pad an paper. We smiled and nodded. "Sounds good and could we please get two cups of coffee with cream?" I asked. She nodded and smiled. "All right sugar that'll be right out for you two." She said walking off.
A few hours later we where stuffed with coffee, cheese, bacon omelettes, and red skinned potatos. We left the waitress a ten dollar tip and drove back to our dorm.
"Tis' time... for the anime marathon of Sword Art Online." We lasted for the first season and became pratically dead. We didn't watch the second one because the first one was way better. It was a proven fact so Jean doesn't disagree. After that we layed around the dorm till the the sleeping god hit us over the head with a bat.
