Days Before Mondays

Drool much, Rosewood?

Black static surrounding his vision as he was unconscious. He forgot where he was.. oh.

He felt his head being pushed down before he was pulled back up by the hair, Face soaked. Who knew getting your head dumped in to toilet water would be NOT so great? Well, definitely not Tom in this situation.

Gasping for air as water dripped down his face, closing his eyes tightly. Miraculously, his whole wasn't soaked anymore, weird. He probably must have put something in his face today.

A line of ringing going through his head starting from his left ear out to the other one. A voice fading in as his vision slowly went dark and blurry. "And, that was when the Nazis.. Rosewood? Rosewood."

"Rosewood!" He jolted awake as he was called by his last name again, it was Sir. Wright calling him. He grogilly looked around, surrounded by laughter and ridicule. Though, his only two friends in class didn't join in.

Embarrassed by this; he looked down, only to feel a cold and slippery liquid running down his mouth, it smelt horrible. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, discovering the good 'ol sleep liquid of embarrassment known as ''Saliva"

Once again, laughter and ridicule filled up the room as voices bounced off the walls. Eventually, they were hushed by the teacher who continued from where he last left off.

An embarrassed Tom sat there, lowering his head as he listened in boredom but also doodled and took a few notes to kill time.

Looking up at the clock, he lifted his brows to make his vision adjust. "Just seven and a half minutes left.." He thought to himself with a sigh, going back to doodling. "Hopefully, the next time i look again, it would be just a few seconds left rather than just a few seconds passing.." He shook his head at the thought, forcing himself to get engulfed in the aura of doodles to distract himself from time.

"Psst, Tom! Hey!" Someone spoke behind him in a whisper tone. Turning around, he saw a chubby, soft boy lightly fiddling with his hands. "Do you happen to have an extra pen..? Heather took mine and threw it away.." the boy spoke again in the soft, slighty whispered tone.

"Shit. Heather again? Here you go." Tom responded, handing a pen over to him with a soft smile.

Taking the pen, Edd responded with a small "Thanks, Tom"

"No problem, Edd."

A ringing then blasted out of nowhere, echoing from the halls.

This made poor little Edd fall backwards from his chair and land on his rear. Thanks to his chubb, he was able to break his fall by 47%

The boy next to Edd helped him up and patted his back. "So, sit in our table at the cafeteria?" The ginger asked.

"Oh, sure! Let's see what they have today." Tom replied, getting up from his seat and going to the cafeteria to see what they have for lunch.

Meanwhile, Edd had adjusted his vision and felt the dizziness wash away. "Thanks, Matt." He said as he looked at the ginger, leaning on him for support.

A trio of girls wearing the colours of traffic lights passed by, obviously bumping into Matt and Edd, making them hit the wall with their backs. Green, Yellow, then Red going out of the room and immediately going to the bathroom for gossiping and putting on makeup.

Edd huffed as he dusted himself. "Heather, Heather and Heather.." he muttered to himself. "It's alright, Edd. Don't mind them too much." Matt assured him, patting his back. "Now, let's check on Tom."

The two walked out of the room, heading for the cafeteria when suddenly, girls ran up to someone, squealing.

"Huh?" Matt looked at the horde of the girls. Unsurprisingly, the ladies were surrounding someone.. none other than the Norwegian guy, Tord. Though, the guy didn't seem to mind, shrugging it off and walking away.