Evan's Terrible, Awful, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Part Two: Why Locker's Should Be Regularly Oiled
By Paigey-Wan
(The Disclaimer's Spot: See Part One for my Disclaimer/Campaign for owner of X-Men: Evolution.)
Evan, now fully dried, dressed, AND fed, should have been considerably happier than he had been during the whole hair-bathroom fiasco.
Key words: 'Should have been.'
As his increasingly dismal luck would have it, he was in fact, considerably ANGRIER, although this time more at himself rather than at Jean.
His locker, despite his best efforts and most desperate endeavors, remained most assuredly locked. That was fine, of course, as the idea behind locking a locker was to keep people out. Evan had just always assumed (and apparently, wrongly so) that it was supposed to keep OTHER people out of his locker, not himself.
Evan groaned unhappily and hit his head softly on the door of the locker.
The loud, shrill, ever-disturbing bell, signifying the always-inevitable beginning of the first period, rang out its tone of impending doom. Evan punched the door, and then recoiled in pain.
His locker creaked open.
Evan stared at the locker, flabbergasted, shocked, and thoroughly surprised in ever way he could imagine. Could this day get any worse?
Part Two: Why Locker's Should Be Regularly Oiled
By Paigey-Wan
(The Disclaimer's Spot: See Part One for my Disclaimer/Campaign for owner of X-Men: Evolution.)
Evan, now fully dried, dressed, AND fed, should have been considerably happier than he had been during the whole hair-bathroom fiasco.
Key words: 'Should have been.'
As his increasingly dismal luck would have it, he was in fact, considerably ANGRIER, although this time more at himself rather than at Jean.
His locker, despite his best efforts and most desperate endeavors, remained most assuredly locked. That was fine, of course, as the idea behind locking a locker was to keep people out. Evan had just always assumed (and apparently, wrongly so) that it was supposed to keep OTHER people out of his locker, not himself.
Evan groaned unhappily and hit his head softly on the door of the locker.
The loud, shrill, ever-disturbing bell, signifying the always-inevitable beginning of the first period, rang out its tone of impending doom. Evan punched the door, and then recoiled in pain.
His locker creaked open.
Evan stared at the locker, flabbergasted, shocked, and thoroughly surprised in ever way he could imagine. Could this day get any worse?
