Disclaimer and the lot: Ah, I own none of the very froody characters
created by Douglas Adams, nor do I own any of his original space/time
theories and ideas. I do own Sandra, who is NOT actually me with a
different name.she's only like me in some senses..
Chapter 1
Messiness, Sandra thought. Messiness.
Today had been a bad day. A really bad day. I mean she has seen some bad days in her life but this has got to have been the worst.
First off she woke up..late. The toaster burnt her fingers. Toothpaste smeared on her hands and she spilt a good half of Flourinse for her braces- enclosed teeth, all over the bathroom counter. Then she had to catch a rushed ride to school where she had to get a late slip. After that, she slipped on some of the water Steve had spilt and found herself with a nice lump on the head, not to mention shrouded in embarrassment. Followed by a mournful partner/group assignment in Social, she came to lunch to discover the boy she had a crush on for a dreadfully long time had begun to date a girl she hated. One of her friends came to her around the end of school and declared the end of a friendship, for thinking Sandra had said something insolent about her though she had never done such a thing, and went home with her head hung down.
Terrible, terrible day.
She wished someone would just come and take her away. Or for something utterly fantastical and random to happen so she could leave. Especially today. Not that she didn't wish for this to happen everyday, but especially today.
Sighing, Sandra sat down on her couch to draw or write something while a certain clip of a song played on TV, and a very intense wave of Deja Vu swarmed upon her. Feeling dazed, she tried to blink away the gradually forming cloudiness in the corners of her eyes. Lovely, a migraine. Enough has happened already, it's not like something else waiting to happen just wouldn't happen, now would it?
Somewhere off in England, a man was drinking tea. This man didn't know what was going to happen to him in two years.
Chapter 1
Messiness, Sandra thought. Messiness.
Today had been a bad day. A really bad day. I mean she has seen some bad days in her life but this has got to have been the worst.
First off she woke up..late. The toaster burnt her fingers. Toothpaste smeared on her hands and she spilt a good half of Flourinse for her braces- enclosed teeth, all over the bathroom counter. Then she had to catch a rushed ride to school where she had to get a late slip. After that, she slipped on some of the water Steve had spilt and found herself with a nice lump on the head, not to mention shrouded in embarrassment. Followed by a mournful partner/group assignment in Social, she came to lunch to discover the boy she had a crush on for a dreadfully long time had begun to date a girl she hated. One of her friends came to her around the end of school and declared the end of a friendship, for thinking Sandra had said something insolent about her though she had never done such a thing, and went home with her head hung down.
Terrible, terrible day.
She wished someone would just come and take her away. Or for something utterly fantastical and random to happen so she could leave. Especially today. Not that she didn't wish for this to happen everyday, but especially today.
Sighing, Sandra sat down on her couch to draw or write something while a certain clip of a song played on TV, and a very intense wave of Deja Vu swarmed upon her. Feeling dazed, she tried to blink away the gradually forming cloudiness in the corners of her eyes. Lovely, a migraine. Enough has happened already, it's not like something else waiting to happen just wouldn't happen, now would it?
Somewhere off in England, a man was drinking tea. This man didn't know what was going to happen to him in two years.