him ☾ john lennon

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"Guys, I'm utterly disappointed with your submissions from yesterday."

Mrs. Milton shook her head, "I gave you guys two weeks! Two weeks! How much time would you guys need to get this done properly?"

A hand raised at she glared at it, "It was rhetoric, Lennon."

She cleared her throat and looked around.

"I'm giving you guys three weeks. Fix it."

Paul shook his head, tsk-ing as he turned in his chair, "Seems you all have work to do. I'm utterly ashamed and all that." He said with a nod.

"Oh, cut it out, Paul, your submission was on french toast." Mrs. Milton placed a pen onto her desk. Paul gave a deep groan, "Oh, come on! How'd you not like mine, but you liked Jane's? Hers literally just says 'Duck'!"

Jane swatted the back of his head, "Shut up, Paul. You just submitted a two day old piece of toast lathered in syrup."

Aurora just laughed at the scene, she knew she wouldn't have to change her project. It was perfect and she worked for days just to achieve it in all it's glory.