Talking Skeletons and Broken Bones
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I glared at my watch impatiently. "Where's that damn kid? We were supposed to meet half an hour ago!" I groaned angrily as my best friend Mike sleepily raised his head from his nap. "Go look for her dumbass," Mike yawned in his slumber-induced stupor, rubbing his eyes. "Argh fine, I'll go look for her. I'll come back once I'm done." I grabbed my jacket from its resting place off the back of the library chair and ruffled Mike's chestnut brown hair. "Be gone foul beast…" he groaned into his sleeve, probably trying to sound intimidating (he sounded like a cute green-sweater-wearing chipmunk) and shifted to get a more comfortable position. I laughed a bit and shuffled out of the school library, looking out to spot any first years.
I sighed as I exited the cool air of the library. "Why do I even need these extra lessons? I'm doing perfectly fine!" I argued with myself. But of course, I knew I needed the damn lessons. Failing Chemistry was not a good mark on my grade. "Stupid old bat thinks she's such a good teacher, forcing me to take extra lessons with some child," I muttered as I stormed across the hallways. To top it off, she even mentioned my stupid old dickface of a father. According to her, if I'd only worked hard at my Chemistry, he would love me and praise me and we'd ride off into the sunset together while singing songs about rainbows and happiness and sparkles! How enticing.
I was so focused on my plans to kill that evil old witch- I mean Mrs. Browne of course hehe- that I almost knocked over one of my favourite teachers in the school.
"Hey Fletch! Shouldn't you be meeting with that first year now? Why are you storming around looking like a headless chicken?" Miss. Low laughed a beautiful tinkering laugh. I felt my face go hot. Her blonde hair was circling her face like a halo, her blue eyes shining brightly like two blue gems on her exquisite tan face and the splay of freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose-
"Fletcher? Fletcher, are you okay? Fletcher!" Miss. Low snapped her fingers in front of my face, shocking me out of my reverie. My blush deepened (like it was possible haha) "U-um, hi Miss. Low!" I squeaked. Well then, there goes my bad-boy image sailing out of the window. I hurriedly cleared my voice (while whacking my inner self with a jackhammer and then digging a grave to plonk myself in) and continued, "Yeah, I'm looking for her right now but she seems to have disappeared. Have you happened to see a first year anywhere?" She frowned, her lips pouting in such a way that made me shiver. "Aha!" She pointed her finger in the air. I hurriedly stood back to attention. "I saw a first year walking around the laboratory area just now. You could check there. Maybe you can find someone who knows where your mystery junior went," she smiled at me brightly before flouncing off. "Tata!" I waved my hand weakly, smiling dreamily. Why was Miss. Tanith Low so perfect again?
"Focus damn it! Don't think about hot teachers! Bad Fletcher! Bad Fletcher!" I smacked myself on the cheeks a couple of times before heading to the lab area. Maybe that first year could help me out…
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Well hello there pretty people. :) I got this idea a year ago but didn't write it down cos I thought it sounded stupid haha. But I'm glad I finally picked up the courage to write. :D Frankly I'm scared shitless that this won't work (I'm new to writing fanfiction sadly) so please don't be mean. :D But any compliments (if I get any) I will gladly accept and any criticisms even more so. :D After all, I am new to this. It's been quite an eye opener. And to all those who are a fan of Mike (he's my character muahahahaha), he might or might not be making another appearance in this fic! Yay I'm such a spoiler. Oh yes and don't worry about the Tanith crush thing. :P It's purely one-sided! (Crap that was an actual spoiler D:) Okie I shall sign off now. :D Goodbye and I hope at least one person will read this. :D Please leave reviews if you wish and have a nice life. :D Oh one last thing: I don't own Skul. Pleasant characters but the plot is mine and so is Mike. (Please like Mike. He's an idiot. I herd people liek idiotz.)