This is a group story from the Starting Writer's Group in Tinierme. ^o^ I did not write this all by myself; it's a group effort. This is how it started (courtesy to Armel, the group mod and thread starter):
What a sad day. I got an F+ on my math test. I didn`t know you could get an F+. It makes it look like a super F, or super fail! Well, I`m going home now. I don`t care about last class. I`m not going to it!
"YO!" called Bibi. I stopped turned around and looked at his happy face with my unhappy face hoping it would let him know that I want him to go away.
"You can`t go now. Still one class left!" he smiled.
"Put a god damned cork in it, Bi. I don`t wanna go." I snapped!
"Hey now! No need for these words of unkindness."
"Try to make me stop!" I stared at him with a very evil look. I didn`t care if he was my age. I was taller! We`re about 15 and have all the same classes, every day. Sigh.
"Here eat this." he puts an apple in my mouth. Then we moved his hand along my brown flowing hair as it blowed in the wind. I stared at his short blue hair.
"Hmmm! Hmmm!" I said trying to remove the apple.
"Now now . A good girl wouldn`t miss class!" He took my arm and became dragging me to my next class.
The only 2 contributors are Strome and I, until further notice. (::LEGEND:: Strome=underlined, moi=normal.)
'Sans Biadhaiche Lythargié, please report to the Grand Chamber. Sans Biadhaiche Lythargié, please report to the Grand Chamber.'
"Bibi," I chirped, "You're so cool." Bibi smiled ever so weakly. He was just too modest, which was hard to believe behind his loud, jovial exterior. "...You think so?"
"Well, yeah!" I slipped my hand out of his grip and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. "Sans Bibi, youngest prodigy of the 2nd Order of Lucea in all of our history!" I proclaimed.
Bibi grinned sheepishly. "Thank you, uhm-- I really have to go now. I'll see you after the meeting okay? Be good while I'm gone." Before he'd say any more useless things, I pushed him off into a head start. "Yeah, okay! You better not be late, Bibi! Good luck!"
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'I wonder if Bibi's nervous', I thought, tracing the fog that built up on the window. '..If only I could go and see him.'
A loud slap on my desk made me jump. "W-Wha--?" "Miss Duval! What in the name of Lucea has kept you away from paying attention?!" The usual scoldings. Ah, don't be surprised. I've grown accustomed to this stuff since the dawn of my existence.
"If you do not wish to listen to the class discussion, I might as well give you another zero for the next exam!" Just let him fume. Then let him chill. It'd be best that I don't respond in this situation, since I'd just be adding coal to the fire.
"Do you hear me, Miss Duval? A zero!" Sir I-forgot-his-name paused, huffing and gritting his teeth. The countdown begins. 3... 2... 1...
"Get out of my class immediately!!"
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I twirled a daisy stalk between my thumb and my forefinger, lazing about on the grass. Don't worry 'bout me. 23rd time this semester to get sent out of class? No sweat. I've been under far worse conditions.
"Bibi, you're too kind," I muttered solemnly. I just weigh him down, keep him from achieving the best of the best, you know? I'm useless. A drag. An extra load.
Everytime I'm alone like this, my mind drifts off to Bibi. Sooner or later, he'll have to let go of me. Sooner or later, the gap between us will grow greater. And Sooner or later, I'll be left behind.
I don't even belong here. Bibi's the sole reason I'm still attending school, while my scholarship's what's delaying my ultimate expulsion.
"Oh, just hurry up already, you darned little expulsion letter. I drastically need to get out of this dump," I groaned.
Instantaneously, the silence was broken by the rustling of trees, followed by the outpour of squawking crows. Is there something in the forest? I whipped my head around and peered over the fence. The forest looming at the mountain top swayed ferociously in warning.
Sans Torin poured out of the main hall below, white robes flailing behind them. Did I ever mention that I was sitting on a hill?
Soon after copping a feel, Torin bounded to the forest. Out of eagerness, I realized that I was on my feet, edging nearer and nearer to the center of activity. Then I saw the third Headmaster, one of those from the 2nd Order of Lucea, holding his Ankh-rune Staff, his shimmering silver robes billowing behind him. It seems that we were under attack.
I was adding tidbits too eagerly. =o=" But that's 'cause nobody else was adding. They thought that it was too confusing and all of them decided to wait for the romance to come around, since romance was their "forte", according to two or three active group-story contributors.
Strome doesn't go online much. So that's why I'm flying semi-solo for a while. XD The adventure doesn't end here! It's only just begun! (Le DUH.) *is shot*
~Yukari. R&Rs greatly appreciated!
