Wings That Can't Fly

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I'd be doing a cartwheel right about now (if I could actually manage to do one XD)

Really, thanks. Every single one of you. Muuuuuah!

Happy reading!

. . .

For the rest of the week, Grayson offered to give me rides from school even though I profusely refused more times than I could count. I gave up in the end trying to convince him to stop. He sat with us at lunch every day and I can effectively say that we'd grown closer as a group. Everyone accepted him. Well, almost everyone. Anton was still slightly skeptical, saying that there was something "fishy" about him and that it hadn't been the fish sticks he had for lunch that day.

"I have a little gift for you guys." My AP Language Composition teacher announced and started going around, passing a packet of some sort to everyone.

Groans and complaints could be heard everywhere as I received my packet.

"This will be due in... exactly two weeks." She said, writing it on the whiteboard.

"No that's too soon!"

"This isn't fair, Miss."

"We have homework from other classes too, you know?"

Whining came from everywhere.

Ms. Evans raised an eyebrow. "Would you like me to make it due a week before?"

Everyone was quiet.

"That's what I thought." She nodded. "You want me to give you some advice?" She went to the board again and drew what looked like a horse's backside.

"What is this?"

Answers flew at her from every direction.

"Yes. A horse's butt. Now, why did I draw this?" She looked around the silent classroom. "What do butts do?"

"Poop." Someone answered and sniggers could be heard all around.

"Exactly. Butts poop." She drew overlapping circles at the horse's feet. "Let's all pretend that the poop is homework. You guys know that the horse will never stop pooping, so you'll have to go in a different direction with this. You can either let the poop pile up and successfully drown you," She drew more circles. "Or you can start cleaning up little by little." She erased some of the circles that were on top of the pile.

"Or we can kill the horse." Someone shouted. Laughter erupted as the teacher gave the boy a fake look of horror.

"No. No killing the horse." She turned back to the board and from where I was seated I could see her trying to fight off a smile. "You could be this guy," She drew a stick figure with a shovel beside the pile of poop. "Or you could be this guy right here." She drew another stick figure, only this time it was under the pile of poop.

"I guess what I'm trying to say here is that the sooner you get things done the better. Go little by little. It doesn't hurt to finish things early." The bell rung so I gathered my things.

"Bye, everyone! Have a nice weekend. Don't forget the packet!" She called after all of us.

I walked through crowds of people going about their business in the hallway and headed to my locker.

"It's FRIDAYYY!" Cassandra appeared beside me with a huge grin on her face.

"It certainly is." I yawned, grabbing my Forensics Science binder and shoving it in my backpack.