I guess my day started out normal, if you could call meeting famous people normal. Well, they said they were famous anyway. I didn't recognize them from anywhere. They were a band and they called themselves the Stinkers. Like, what kind of name is that? Anywho, their music sounded like the baying of hounds. When it was finally over my class filed slowly back to our classroom. The instant i got to my desk I pulled out a post-it note and began to write:
Dude, that was... worse than J.B.
"Pass it to Nathan," I whispered, nudging on to my partners desk. She looked around, made sure the teacher wasn't looking, and tossed it to Nathan. He stared at it for a second, then wrote something, and passed it back to me.
I know. Terrible. Sickening :/
I read it and smiled at him. He smirked back. I thought for a second, then wrote:
Gross. Bad...
I stared up at the ceiling, searching for a word. "Ah," I breathed.
Evil. Horrible. The worst.
I smiled at my pure awesomeness and handed it back to Nathan. I glanced at the teacher. Good, she was writing on the board. The words seemed to shift and dance across the board. Dyslexia, I thought with disgust. Impatiently, I turned to Nate and noticed the note was back on my desk.
Worse than 1D!
I growled in the back of my throat and started to scribble furiously.
1D is awe-
"Andromeda, answer the question!" my teacher snapped.
"Um, what question, Ma'am?" I asked fearfully.
"The one on the boar- What was Tantalus's punishment and why?"
I wracked my brain. "Um, he like fed his kids to the gods, or tried to, anyway... which resulted in him having the punishment of no food in the afterlife..." I blurted out.
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