RAWR.
I forgot I had class today. Pray to the phone gods for alarms. Thank you Phone God.
Should I reply to whatever his name was? Seth? Beth? Buttface Neighbor?
Hmmmm I wonder.
"Hey, what's up dearie?" I got squished in a hug.
Taylor, the best hugger-giver ever. No joke. Best hugs.
"Nothin much, you know, just annoying NEIGHBORS, and ESSAYS," I yelled sarcastically, eyeing the professor. The old guy, Mr. Posh as I call him, turned his head up and gave me an eyebrow. He raised his eyebrow at me in amusement.
'DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK MR.POSH. I WILL SHAVE YOUR EYEBROWS OFF IN YOUR SLEEP SIR.' I wanted to say.
But I didn't.
"What was that Leah?" He asked.
"Nothing sir, absolutely nothing." I rushed.
"Was that 'more essays' I heard?" he cackled.
The whole class screamed, "NO!" And even those with their faces glued to their phone, screamed with them.
Gotta love Mr.Posh. Gotta love him.
He continued to tease them with work. And they screamed back at him as he crackled. Cackled.
You know what, I will reply to him.
'Dear Beth,
That shiz you talked of is my plants FYI, unlike YOUR baclony, which I say is utter sadness. Pft, who has a collection of candles on their balcony? Pft.
The girl downstairs.'
"Alright kids, class time. " Mr.Posh said.
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Thats a wrappppppp. I love Mr.Posh.
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Letters to Him
ЮморA series of humorous (I hope) letters back and forth between the guy who lives above her, and poor Leah, who is annoyed out of her mind. Leah happens to be a college student, who is stressed as hell. The goody-two shoes inside her doesn't let her s...
