Sodapop lay with his eyes closed, on his bed, listening to the annoying children's jingle blaring from the TV that he didn't feel like turning off. It went:
Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main,
For many a stormy wind shall blow e'er Jack comes home again.
Groaning at the stupid lines- like a preschooler would even grasp what that meant! - he flipped to his side, new lyrics forming in his head:
Failing, failing, everythin' 'cept cars and gym,
The 'F's are overflowing, you'd better learn to swim.
Or maybe, he mused, I should just get out of the water.
A/N: Yes! 100 words! Without this note, it's a hundred words! YAY!
I don't even know where this came from- today in gym, I was doing horrible, and started going, "Failing, failing ..." then decided I'd write about Sodapop. Spontaneity rocks!
Well, don't want the A/N to be longer than the story!
DHF out.