We sat in english, working on a creative writing piece. I sat next to the radiator, hanging my jacket on it. A little trick to make the fabric warm. The class was silent, a low rumble of voices sounding every now and then. The wether outside was cold and rainy. A thunderstorm on its way. The sound of rain was calming and the silence before the storm was dangerously addicting. I looked over to my fabulously beautiful seat partner. Her hair was confined in a tight ponytail while her lips resembled some dryer then the driest desert. Her eyes were like the dark brown of a great spruce tree. I stared back my fresh, new bowl of cereal. Wonderfully provided by my magic bag of food.
Where did u get a magic bag of food from you ask?
Don't ask.
I looked back at my seat partner, tempted to offer her a tin of vaseline, when she pulled one out of her blazer pocket. I sat there baffled, within a few seconds the desert had been turned into an oasis.
I looked back at my bowl of cereal, realising that it was empty. I looked up only to see my other seat partner with a suspicious milk moustache. I look over to her and opened my mouth to speak. Before I could utter a dingle word, she sealed my lips with her spoon.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh"
She whispered.
"Don't ask"
I sat there basking in the beauty if the blond haired girl sitting near me.
I immediately turned to my bag pulling out a pepperoni pizza with cheese stuffed crust.
She stared at me before getting up and standing in front of me.
"Is that for me.."
She spoke, clearly emotional over the act of kindness.
"Yes" I replied.
"However you must earn it"
I snickered as her face dropped in dissatisfaction.
"You must... return my spoon"
She agreed almost instantly.
Gurteg her seat partner, snickered evilly. He continued to laugh before Ankit, the boy sitting across from me threw a pen at him, flying at a velocity faster than the speed of light.
The pen hit Gurteg right on the mouth. The whole table started snickering at him. While he just stared at Ankit with a shocked expression.
"I cant believe you've done this."
Noria, my seat partner laughed before responding like a savage.
"I can"
The bell rang, cutting off any further remarks as Noria and I ran to our next class.
The next class was art.
We entered the class, still laughing at the events from earlier.
We set out our work and began to art, letting the creative waters consume our pencils.
After hours of continuous work we began to grow tired and threw our pencils out the window in retaliation.
"I am hungry" stated Noria.
After what seemed like almost 7 hours of continuous, intense debate we decided to order a pizza. Within minutes we ate the savoury cheese filled dish and ditched the class to wander the halls.
