From the Desk of Buttercup Utonium
A piece of paper floated over the table top.
Bt: kay, I'm bored
Bb: Same
Bl: y are we passing a note when we're at the same table?
Cuz we can't talk?
Good point.
So what are we doing again in here?
Looking up stuff 4 the renaissance festival.
o. ok.
Could u 2 b any more obvious about this note?
Robin: good question, Bloss.
How much longer are we in here?
Not long. 15 minutes
U call that short?!
No, I call it 'not long.'
- - can we just do our work?
N
"Bubbles Utonium!" Bubbles jumped, stuffing the note under the library table.
"Yes, Mrs. Ballast?" she replied, voice shaking slightly.
"Would you kindly bring me that note?" By kindly she meant 'now.'
Sighing, Bubbles stood from the table and brought it to her. Mrs. Ballast glanced at it and then back at Bubbles. "You can sit. I need to speak to another" –she looked sternly at Buttercup– "Utonium. Buttercup, could you come here, please?" By that she meant 'come here now or face the wrath of my paycheck anger.'
Buttercup stood and walked up to her. Bubbles snickered as the passed and Buttercup glared at her. Mrs. Ballast held up the note.
"I believe this is yours." Buttercup shook her head. "Really? Would you look at the top please?" By which she meant 'read it now or fail.' Buttercup read...then she paled.
Thought process or Buttercup Utonium: Aw. Crap.
At the top of the stationary where the printed words: From the desk of Buttercup Utonium.
Yup. Detention was now a definite. Could it get any worse?
"Maybe I should call your guardian about this," Mrs. Ballast said thoughtfully.
Yeah...it could. Needless to say, Buttercup got to spend two "fun-filled" hours filing useless crap in the main office after school. Who knew paper cuts could be so fun?
'Stupid Renaissance festival.'
fin