Disclaimer: If I had a boyfriend than I wouldn't have time to write my fics, but since I don't have one, I do have time to write these babies. They serve as a constant reminder that I do not own Shaman King.
Baby Pics
"So just type up a summary, tape a picture to it, and you're done!" I rolled my eyes at my teacher's excitement. What was so fun about baby pictures? I thought that they were a dull, boring, and overused project. Of course being first years in English, it was understandable.
"Wait!" I glanced over at Horohoro who was standing up in the back of the room with an arm waving frantically over his head. He was such a loud person at school, and home for that matter. He was always constantly talking...to me and bombarding me with pointless questions. It was like he either liked to hear himself talk or liked being beaten up by me. "How are we suppose to know how to describe ourselves?"
My teacher frowned. "Horohoro, we have been learning description adjectives all week. How do you think you'll describe yourself?" Sarcasm and annoyance but also humor was clearly etched in her voice.
Hao took the opportunity to speak. Now there was someone who loved to hear himself talk. "I would describe myself as handsome, intelligent, and..."
"Shallow," perked Yoh from his spot in the room which was surprising to me since I though he would be, well, sleeping. The class broke out into small fits of laughter. I allowed myself a small grin as Hao began yelling at Yoh saying something like he was allowed to be shallow. The class took advantage of their yelling and began playing around. My teacher, who was a young, new arrival at my school, simply watched. She didn't seem to care that the class was in an anarchy.
Paper balls were being flown around my head and screams and laughter pierced my ears. I decided to work on my project in hopes of toning the noise down. Looking at the empty sheet of paper, I drew a blank. The lines seemed to multiply as I just stared at it. I didn't know how to describe myself and truthfully, I didn't like my baby pictures. I didn't even know where they were.
I tapped my pencil on my desk, adding to the noise in the room. I could describe my appearance, sure, but my teacher wanted us to describe our personality. What could I possibly write about that?
"What're you doing?" I looked away from the paper, thankful to have some sort of distraction... never mind. I'd rather be stuck on the assignment than talk to Horo. "Class work." I gritted my teeth preparing for the annoyance to come.
"Oh! That baby picture one?" He pulled out a chair next to me. He leaned back on two legs of the chair with his feet resting on my desk. "So...what're you gonna write?"
I blinked a few times. What was I going to write? "I don't know," I mumbled, "I was in the middle of figuring out when you came."
He pulled himself upright and set his arm on my shoulder. I glared at it before shrugging it off. "Why not, it's easy."
"Well it isn't for me."
"You're telling me that this assignment is harder than, lets say, honors homework."
I looked around at the many different colored pencils that were to be used to "decorate" our papers. Then my eyes caught the directions on the board. "Describe yourself throughly," it said. "Yes," I told him, "it's hard."
"I bet," he began, "that I could do one of both you and me." He shot out of the chair. "You don't have to do any work tonight!"
I looked up at him and the stupid grin on his face. He wanted to do my homework? "I'm not paying you."
"...you don't have to..."
He wanted to do my homework... for free? "What?"
Rolling his eyes, he slapped me on the back. I moved forward in the direction of the slap, gasping for breath, as he laughed from somewhere above me. "You don't have to do the assignment cause I'll do it for you! And no, you don't have to pay me," he added as an afterthought.
I wasn't going to trust him with my grade; he had to know that. Then again, I wanted to see what he would come up with. I smirked a little, enjoying the challenge he took. "Fine."
"Great!" He turned around and went back to his desk. My smirk faded a little. The thing was...I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be a challenge for him.
You know those baby picture projects? The ones where you describe yourself and people have to guess who you are. I love those. We had to do one recently in my Spanish class. It was so fun. I was a cute baby...chubby but cute. Review for me and I'll write you another chapter; it's a win win situation.