Er…Fletcher is at valkyries school. Why? Because I said so. So there.
Slow life- grizzly bear
Fletcher was nearly asleep. His right hand was supporting his head, and he was trying not to close his eyes.
He finally gave in and closed them, drifting of. Valkyrie watched him with great amusement
Fall fall fall valkyrie thought
Fall fall fall flaring rhythm thought, also watching fletcher
Fall fall fall druna thought
How does one get liam to give you a piggy back…? Shakra thought
Fletchers elbow, the one that was supporting his head, slowly slipped forward.
Everyone waited in anticipation, even mr banerman.
Then fletchers elbow skidded forward and fletchers head smacked onto the table.
'shit!' Fletcher yelled, dazed
Everyone roared with laughter.
Home economics wasn't much better either
Mrs morris, a grumpy old git who had an obsession with getting cooking apples precisely the right thinckness, stood at the front of the classroom, looking down her glasses as everyone made apple crumbles.
' er…miss? Should my apples be red?' fletcher asked
'well of course they should be red! The skin is always either red, yellow, or green!' mrs morris snapped
' but…er ive pealed them, miss'
Everyone turned to see the inside of fletchers apples, bright red.
Flaring, druna, and shakra, stifled giggles.
Flaring pushed the food colouring further into her pocket.
'mmm, mine smells awesome' druna commented
' yes, well, so does mine' Fletcher said casually 'Pitty its bloody RED!' he yelled angrily
The three girls erupted into laughter and valkyrie joined in. she'd never loved school so much in her life.
Actually, she'd never loved school at all.
Fletcher sat in the canteen scowling.
' sorry for throwing that text book at you, fletcher. Really.' Valkyrie attempeted
Fletcher said nothing.
'if it helps…it was really funny?' valkyrie tried again
The three girls burst out laughing again
' shut up! I hate all THREE of you! I mean, what the hell!?!? Telling mrs morris that I said she has 'nice buns!?'. was that fair?!'
Flaring nodded, ashamed.
The moment fletcher turned away flaring clapped her hands over her mouth, trying not to laugh. Everyone snickered quietly.
Valkyrie looked at her water bottle and read out loud what it said, randomly
' pure irish water' she read of the label
'spit it out!' fletcher grinned
' don't insult our water' valkyrie scowled
Fletcher shrugged and took a drink of his sprite
Just at that perfect timing, shakra walked past him and patted his back 'lightly' *tsk*
Fletcher choked and spat out his sprite everywhere. It ended up on the headmasters head.
'ah! You spat on the velvet slug!' shakra yelled 'scramble'
' like eggs!' druna added, getting up quickly and sprinting away with valkyrie, flaring, and a giggling Shakra.
' renn, my office. Now.' Mr dickson said
Fletcher whimpered
On the way home, valkyrie was trying not to laugh and fletcher was staring straight ahead, scowling so incredibly angryily.
' so!' skulduggery perked up ' how was school, then?'
Valkyrie roared with laughter.
