[s c h o o l of 2 0 0 5 series book 1]
❝Bite me!❞
❝I did. Thrice, remember?❞
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What do spray paint, playboy magazines, and quiz tests have in common?
Trust Natasha Glazer and Blaze Warner to know the answer to that question.
The boardi...
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Natasha glared at the retrieving back of Mr. Pine, the principal of Delagris High School and our host with an intense murderous look. It truly was a good thing that looks couldn't kill. Because if Glazer could have her way, Principle Pine would be in a really bad and really dead condition right now.
"Can I kill him?" She fumed, in an undertone so only I could hear her question.
Though I wished nothing more than to sock him in his ugly bald face myself, I also didn't want to end up in any sort of trouble and so I responded to her question with a firm "No!"
I understood where her rage came from. The giant hairless meat sag of sweaty palms had the audacity to accuse us in front of everybody, of having ill intentions for missing our train. He didn't even allowed us a chance to explain ourselves. Jumping straight at conclusions he thought fit a lecture session was due.
His acrimonious speech about our generations lack of self control on our hormones had me wanting to bury my face in the ground like an ostrich and just die. He had humiliated us at length. Turning us into an entertaining topic for the audience to laugh on.
Clutching her steel water bottle like it was Thor's hammer, she requested, "Just a little bit?"
I firmly shook my head no. Giving her a pointed look, I shouldered my bag. Before we walked through the gates of Delagris High School I had vowed to myself to endure whatever may happen next. To keep our heads down and avoid getting into any sort of argument, with anyone, in any regards. No matter what. And I really intended on keeping my word.
It had been a hard task, convincing Glazer but through some miracle I had gotten her to agree to follow me on this. So far it seemed to be working out. Seeing as she bothered asking for my permission first, rather than hurling her bottle at his head, right the second that idea struck her brain.
"Let's just find our rooms. Dump our bags and hit the library. We have a lot of catching up to do if we want to beat their ass in the competition" I said, taking big steps towards the accommodation building.
Delagris shared the same renaissance architecture as St. Josheph's, with it's old stone building gentrified from some ramshackle church of sorts.
Natasha jogged up to meet my pace, as I sort out our rooms on the ground floor. We were given the rooms opposite each other. The single dorm rooms were bigger than the attic room of Mr. and Mrs. Moyar and the best part about the room, was the adjoined bathrooms they had. I don't think I would have been particularly thrilled by the idea of sharing bathroom with the rest of the guys of another school.
We really didn't have much time to site see so we quickly disposed our bags and went about in search of library. It was absolutely vital for us to find it as we needed to prepare for the competition that would be taking place later in the afternoon.
