Karma is a bitch (STOPPED)

Chapter 7

Hey, gorgeous *winks*
Anyways I just wanted to say hi ;) since I haven't done an authors note in awhile . . . I think . . . whatever

Anyways at the end of the chapter, there's a story cover of this book , it's called "Sometimes" by one of my adorable friends and it's also on wattpad yayyyy so if you can , check it out my beautiful creatures please do. It'll mean alot to her and me. I'll also put the link to the book there as well.

So anywho . . .

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I groan, thumping my head repeatedly against the desk while the teacher drones on about "the significance of cultural divergence", his words not mine . . . obviously.

I sigh out of complete boredom, while once again looking up at the mustached leprechaun aka my teacher, Mr Winters in pure hatred.

Why the heck is "cultural divergence" so important anyways?

I lie my head back down on the desk.

"Ughhh", I grumble oblivious to the fact that I had said that out loud . . . really loudly.

Mr Winters turns towards me with a glare.

"Miss King, it is highly unsuitable for a young lady like you to be not listening . . . especially you since you're failing my class", the Irish elf screeches.

I could hear a few sniggers at what the pudgy leprechaun said.

Think fast, Lexi . . .

Racking my brain for excuses, I finally find one . . .

"Eh. . . I was listening, it's just how I listen, with my um head against the des. . . I mean back in Ireland you probably have a different way of listening this is just my way . . .", I stammer.

The green-clothed leprechaun looks confused, matching about everyone in the class . . . including me.

Oh did I forget to mention, I suck at excuses. Well, I do, in fact, I can remember . . . when I was stalking this cute blonde dude and I tripped falling into a bush and then he turned around to see me in the bushes with binoculars and he was so weirded out . . . so as an excuse ... Although it wasn't an excuse more like something to distract him with so he forgets the fact that I happen to be stalking him . . . anyways , I said "You have nice boxers" and then I held out a pair of his boxers which I stole from his room and then he c. . .

"Miss King!"

I shake my head out of my thought only to see a fuming leprechaun. It sneered at me.

"I asked you a question young lady", he growled.

I sigh . . . again.

"Umm . . .well you see I was umm . . . thinking so hard about the question that I umm . . ." , I stutter looking around the room for help , " . . . forgot what it was?"

I internally slap myself at my stupidity. The leprechaun snorts.

"I asked you . . . what the significance of cultural divergence is?", He says knowing fully well that I was going to get it wrong.

My eyes widen. What was the significance of cultural divergence?

(spoilers for Divergent , read in caution)