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Chapter 7- The Omen And The Nurse:
Trig went by. Calculus went by. And sadly I must say they went by slowly.
I'm not bad at math related things. I'm actually quite brilliant. It comes easily enough to me, but I hate it. Somehow, it went even slower than it would have under normal circumstances simply because the teacher was Satan. Or maybe just Satan's demonic follower.
Yeah, I could easily see that man being a Satanist. It suited him.
Especially with that mustache. It kind of reminded me of a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. And his beady black eyes that stared into your soul through a pair of thin framed glasses. Or the pointy chin. Or the way he made me answer every single question he put up on the board. Or how, to help me keep up with the class I had to do two weeks worth of homework in both of his courses because I had come in during the middle of the chapter. And he sneezed too high pitched for a man.
Thankfully though, I was saved by one of the great wonders of the world.
Lunch time.
It wasn't wonderful because of the food. No definitely not the food. It wasn't the atmosphere. Not even close. It was just loud and crowded.
What made lunch beautiful is the fact that you are free from mean teachers that can't accept a little ADHD for an entire half an hour.
Ah lunch. Should I compare thee to a summer day? You make me happy when skies are gray! And I love you madly (just not when you're walking out the door).
Let the world act as if that made any sense, though I know it didn't.
Mason led me to the second cafeteria, where they (being her general group of friends) liked to eat. The school had three cafeteria's so they wouldn't have to separate lunch or make too obnoxiously large of a cafeteria.
But I don't personally see the point. Why waste money on making three big rooms instead of just separating the lunch times?
Apparently though, I'm an unintelligent teenager so I wouldn't understand. I smile to myself at the thought. Well, this school didn't level with the learning rates of my old school so it makes some sense. I discovered that in the classes I've had so far, which are going over things I learned last year.
Mason led me through the brick walled room with it's high windows and ugly brown tables over to the very corner where there was a vast, round table. It was directly in front of a window, which was nice. The table sat directly beside the line that sold snack food and drinks, which seemed like an ideal spot to be.
I saw Noah and I grinned, waving to the honey blonde excitedly.
"Mama!" He cheered.
"Daddy-O!" I chirped, sending him a million-buck smile.
He patted the empty chair beside him and I laughed before sitting down. Mason looked at us confusedly, along with the third party who I really wished wasn't there.
Hunter Jerkface Baron. In the flesh.
Seeing him almost made the word flesh sound pleasant. It really isn't though. I hate the word flesh. It's disgusting. Like moist and slut.
"What just happened?" Mason asked with a worried expression drawn perfectly on her face. I looked over at Noah, who just grinned, shrugging his shoulders.
"Sociology." I finally replied, hoping that offered an explanation.
She laughed, obviously understanding and sat down beside me.
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The Unconventional Ways Of Casey Jayne
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