I turn back, ready to commit escape 9000, but he slows down and hands me a....sketch book. Wait a sec... THAT'S MY SKETCH BOOK.
"You left, your book on the bus. . . thought I'd give it back to ya... or something"(how dafuq would the sketchbook fall out tho)
"O-oh yeah!, thanks . . . I guess?"
"uh... yep, alright"
I should really zip up my bag to prevent any interaction.He gave me shrug and a smile. Guess someone slapped the smirk off of him or something. He walked off and I saw as the gossip girls squealed as he walked past and waved. Why is every cheerleader like this?
Disgustin'
I walk back inside, packing my sketchbook in. I pick up my bag around my shoulder and observe my school's interior.
The inside of the school was...interesting. The ceiling was a off-white thick cream color. The walls were a olive green drowned in a coat of grey. The locker's sea green shone off a reflection from the ceiling lights. Guess they re-painted everything while the students were gone. Can't wait till they're vandalized with sharpie dicks.
Taking out a small scrap of paper from my pocket, I summarize my schedule. First is... Math. Okay that's down corridor B.
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Which one's corridor B?
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(I'm workin on story, I dunno what to do now ecks dee)
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FanfictionFinally moved in to this new neighborhood. Summer's ending in about a week and that means you better prepare for the utter chaos of the rest of the year....oh boy. Carrying books, turning in homework, being the best student.....yeah I guess im a ner...
