Scout was just like any other teenage girl,
Fussing over boys, trying to make friends, watching 'Lps Popular' 24/7.
Oh, and the fact that she is an international spy.
"JENNIFER PAWSTON IM TALKING TO YOU"
"Sorry Scout"
I still wasn't listening.
"I'm hungry"
"Hi I'm Mrs. PLEASE STOP INTERRUPTING" Scout always did that. It was annoying.
I walked over to the snack bar and Scout followed, still blabbering on and on.
"I have no idea what the hell your talking about so you can just shut your trap"
That seemed to work.
I grabbed a couple drinks and bag of cheddar popcorn, handing a soda to my jittery friend in the process.
"Chow down" I sighed.
We did.
"See you after class"
"See ya!" She replied while running to 3rd period
I aced everything of course.
I actually took this class a couple years ago, for my own personal interest in math was not needed for my career. As for scout, ... I have no idea how she's doing.
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"Zzzzzzzzzz"
"Um ... New girl..."
"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
"JASON PLEASE WAKE UP SCOUT"
"*snort* IM AwAKe DoNt W0RrY"
Scout abruptly woke from her quite uncomfortable nap.
"PRINCIPLES OFFICE NOW" Mrs. Dalmartion ordered
"But"
She kept scolding "NO BUTS. NOW"
Most of the class snickered
All except Scout of course. She had no idea where she was going.
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"A right here? No, a left. Yes! Then it should be somewhere down this hall? OOF. wall? Wait a ... IT WAS UPSIDE DOWN!?!?!?
#@%*&£©® % "
\my parents are fighting again. *sigh*
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