A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 3: Let's make new friends

Happy Good Friday everyone.

I hope everyone of you have a great Easter!!!!!!!!!!!!!

While you enjoy chapter 3 of a captain and her ship.

(There’s was a joke I used from a great joke teller known as Queen_Karma_)

Now enjoyXDXDXDXDXDXD

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Chapter 3: Let’s make new friends 

 Mrs. Miller finally broke out of the shock, she was submerged in and responded with the answer a.

“Ok, Prue you can take your seat. Thank you for the INTERESTING information.”

“Whatever”. I took my sit, and began reading my Manga. There were millions of eyes on me, both surprised, and stupid.

The girl on my right a few rows up: gave me a 'just another weird girl' look. While a guy to my left gave me an 'another single perv'. I was at least being honestly with my words.

There is no doubt in its world, that I love Yaoi.

No matter what race or even looks they have. I’d enjoy a nice Yaoi couple. But if you were to ask me why. I wouldn’t know. If I stopped liking it, I feel a where urge to cry and hid. But I don’t understand why.

My eyelid began to close as I stared deeply into the morning light, and I feel sleep.

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“Miss. Graves, Miss. Graves” a voice called out to me. I opened up one of my eyes to see the stranger. Never mind it was just Mrs. Miller, so I closed my eyes, again.

“I saw that, you little brat. Don’t make me; call your parents for being a bothersome!” She ranted, slammed her hand to my desk.

“Sure”. I rolled my eyes at her threat. Whatever I was getting hunger anyway; I grabbed my backpack from the back of my sit and strolled off.

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The Cafeteria was huge, like it was designed to be a battle ground. There were about 20-30 table that had green and white pattern to them. And there was a stage in the front; I guess for schools play or criticize, of course there were a bunch of SPIRIT banners hanging around. Once again lying about the school, but there were at least 6 different lines to go to.

There was Subway, McDonalds, and buffets like; Chinese, Mexican, Indian, and African style. They were very diverse. But because of this I had no idea which line to go. They were all so, long. This provoked me; I had to pass by millions of billons of tables, as if I was in the desert looking for a way to survive.

When made it to the line there were about 40 people 'in line'. Are you kidding me? I squeezed through boys and girl, tall and short, fat and thin, until I bumped shoulders with a girl in my class. And her salad fell right on her. She pulled my hand, trying to yell at me. But there were too many students around us. So she let go and I hit the cash register.