Evan's Terrible, Awful, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Part Four: Onward and Inward! Detention!
By Paigey-Wan
(The Disclaimer's Spot: See Part One for my Disclaimer/Campaign for owner of X-Men: Evolution.)
'I'm going to have to stop thinking stuff like that,' Evan decided.
Lunch hadn't gone too badly (after all, how could anything with that much food be entirely horrible), but it hadn't exactly been like the five minutes you lay in bed after you wake up and realize that you don't have to do ANYTHING because it's the weekend.
First, he hadn't been able to find his money, which ended up being exactly where he'd put it: in his back pocket. Then, he'd tripped (although he had a sneaking suspicion that he had be tripped) and fallen into his food. Against his best efforts, he hadn't been able to get all the food off his shirt, and he now had a nice crusty mash potato spot on his shirt.
The hand he had punched his locker with hadn't really stopped hurting. It had dulled down a bit during lunch (which Evan attributed to his theory that food was a pain reliever), but was still ever-valiantly throbbing. Add that to the headache he got during fourth period, the pain in the knee he had hit when he tripped (or was tripped, whatever), and the cold he was starting to get (which he wholly accredited to standing around half-naked and wet while 'waiting' for Jean to get out of the bathroom) and he could say he was have a bad day.
Bad meaning HORRID, of course.
Now, he was sitting in the detention his unforgiving 5th period teacher gave him. 'But, it couldn't possibly get any worse for poor little ol' me.'
The door opened.
Evan's rotten luck was at it again it seemed. Pietro Maximoff had just walked into the room.
'Why,' Evan wondered to his subconscious, 'of all the possible students in this school, of all the students in his very class, WHY did this teacher have to give hi detention with Pietro?'
Evan hit his head with a book.
"Now, now, Daniels, I know I'm irresistible, but you really should hit yourself harder if you want me pity you." Pietro smirked.
Evan resisted the urge to throw the book at him, instead choosing to glare at Pietro.
Pietro glared back.
Evan glared at Pietro.
Pietro glared back.
That set course of events continued for the rest of the hour-long detention. Evan later decided that, as detentions go, it had been a rather productive one.
But while it was happening, he just wanted to go home, crawl into his bed, and pretend the entire day had never happened.
Part Four: Onward and Inward! Detention!
By Paigey-Wan
(The Disclaimer's Spot: See Part One for my Disclaimer/Campaign for owner of X-Men: Evolution.)
'I'm going to have to stop thinking stuff like that,' Evan decided.
Lunch hadn't gone too badly (after all, how could anything with that much food be entirely horrible), but it hadn't exactly been like the five minutes you lay in bed after you wake up and realize that you don't have to do ANYTHING because it's the weekend.
First, he hadn't been able to find his money, which ended up being exactly where he'd put it: in his back pocket. Then, he'd tripped (although he had a sneaking suspicion that he had be tripped) and fallen into his food. Against his best efforts, he hadn't been able to get all the food off his shirt, and he now had a nice crusty mash potato spot on his shirt.
The hand he had punched his locker with hadn't really stopped hurting. It had dulled down a bit during lunch (which Evan attributed to his theory that food was a pain reliever), but was still ever-valiantly throbbing. Add that to the headache he got during fourth period, the pain in the knee he had hit when he tripped (or was tripped, whatever), and the cold he was starting to get (which he wholly accredited to standing around half-naked and wet while 'waiting' for Jean to get out of the bathroom) and he could say he was have a bad day.
Bad meaning HORRID, of course.
Now, he was sitting in the detention his unforgiving 5th period teacher gave him. 'But, it couldn't possibly get any worse for poor little ol' me.'
The door opened.
Evan's rotten luck was at it again it seemed. Pietro Maximoff had just walked into the room.
'Why,' Evan wondered to his subconscious, 'of all the possible students in this school, of all the students in his very class, WHY did this teacher have to give hi detention with Pietro?'
Evan hit his head with a book.
"Now, now, Daniels, I know I'm irresistible, but you really should hit yourself harder if you want me pity you." Pietro smirked.
Evan resisted the urge to throw the book at him, instead choosing to glare at Pietro.
Pietro glared back.
Evan glared at Pietro.
Pietro glared back.
That set course of events continued for the rest of the hour-long detention. Evan later decided that, as detentions go, it had been a rather productive one.
But while it was happening, he just wanted to go home, crawl into his bed, and pretend the entire day had never happened.
