I reached my English room, getting there as slowly as possible, knowing I had a dreaded Shakespeare test. I guess Shakespeare isn't that bad, at least compared to cell energetics… shudder…science. After walking in, I just stood inside the doorway looking around the classroom for an open seat. There was only one.
Her green eye's cast downward, shaking, and useable underneath the pink bubblegum hair. Most people wouldn't notice them, yet most people aren't as aware of who and what's around them. But, I'm not most people. I'm an extremely introverted teenage boy with no words to say. Although, just because I have no words per say, I have plenty of thoughts that could easily be projected. But, you can't project your thoughts if you don't have the right words to convey. I stand here now, hoping to find the right words to say to the girl, that everyone sees but doesn't notice.
I walked over to the open seat and sat down, without a word of course. Unsteady peridot colored eye's flew up and looked at me in surprise. My cool-mint green eyes gave her a side ways glance, hardly acknowledging the fact that I was sitting next to her. She quickly looked away, looking like she might burst into tears.
Looking at this girl next to me, I wondered what the right words would be to convey my thoughts precisely and accurately.
passed out our exams and we began. Through out the test, I could feel lingering eyes on my paper. I had a feeling some one was cheating off of me. No, some one was definitely cheating off me. I mentally shook my head and thought about whether I should let them just copy off my test now, and let them fail in life and lack intelligence and knowledge about Shakespeare, or just have them fail the test. I was feeling nice today, so I let them fail at the test. I filled in all the bubble answers wrong; I leaned on my desk with my elbow, my body hiding my now completely wrong test. I erased all the answers and put in the right one's. Case solved.
At the end of the class, waiting for the bell to wring I looked over at Sakura. I think I've come up with the correct words that convey my thoughts precisely about her. In fact, it's only one word.
Bitch.
Sakura was ready to hit Naruto. Why? Because he got an 87 on his Shakespeare test. Now, what's worng with that?
"SAKURA-CHAN! YOU ONLY GOT A 34 ON YOUR TEST?!" Naruto basically yelled so every one could hear. Sakura then proceeded to bitch-slap him in the face. Great. She was sad yesterday because Sasuke denied her want to get in his pants, and now she's super pissed off and annoyed today. Just great.
Across the room, sitting next to Shikamaru, Gaara smirked.