Oh-So American
Drabble Series
Summary: Hey, you. Yeah, you. The one that can apparently understand me. Can you help me here? ....Isn't this supposed to be an Elite School? Yeah? Then why can't you people understand ENGLISH?! Aren't supposed to know it for business and whatnot? ...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!
English
"That...was so weird." I said to myself, as I walked around the huge-ass school. Seriously, this is about as big-wait, scratch that. It's bigger than the local University 30 minutes away from where I used to live. Suddenly I got body slammed into the ground by a cute blond dude.
He was crying. Ah! Noez! I can't handle crying! I started screaming around, and running around like a chicken with his head cut off. I calmed down after 3 minutes, and noticed his problem. He had a cut on his knee and was holding a tattered pink thing. It was losing it's stuffing. I picked up the kid who still was crying and started to head out of campus.
I figured they are bound to let us go. It is a elite-y school and what-not. Plus its free-time. And I spot a general yen story down a couple stores. That should do it. Why it was doing around here, where things cost more than my car at home. No idea, but it did have the stuffing, that I needed for the kid's bunny, and the exact fabric. I bought the supplies that I needed, and somehow I ended up in a maze.
Oh well. Oh look! There's a gazebo-type thing! Lets go there!
First I settled the kid on the table to fix his scrapes, which was more than the knee. Patted him on his head, and I said in what was I hope a soothing voice that I would fix his bunny.