Heeey . . . Sorry I uploaded so late. Had lots of stuff to do today, and
I'm right under the stupid air-con right now, so my hands are numb. I can't
feel the darn keyboard anymore, and I look like I just stepped out of the
freezer because I'm wearing five layers of blankets (can't help it, air con
has gone wonky and refuses to change temperature - am currently battling
frostbite with 18 degree air). Will stop complaining and start writing.
Oh, thanks to all the reviewers. Due to the September 11th thing, I was unable to check what the reviewers were . . . but I'll take a wild guess. Amicitia, evolutionary spider, Red Witch, klucky, flitwicke (IQOAN - juz kidding) . . . and . . . *battle with amnesia* crissy? Er . . . I don't think I can remember any more . . .sorry if I missed out your name.
Entry 12
I was sent to detention today. Can you believe that? Me, Kitty, straight-A student, the person who has never handed up homework late in her entire life (except when Logan shredded my trigonometry assignment, thinking it was the alcohol expenses).
Guess who I had to spend two whole hours with? Yep, you guessed right. Lance, Scott, and one more. Kurt. Apparently, he was caught hanging upside down from the front gate (in his human form) on a dare, and the superintendent happened to be passing by. Sometimes I really think bad luck always seems to befall him, like he's some sort of magnet to it or something. Just this morning, he had to face Jean's early- morning wrath syndrome for commenting on her hair.
Anyway, I was sitting there in a comfortable silence, which I was enjoying, because the teacher was staring at us in this crazy, glazed manner, which was really unnerving. I thought she was about to have a spasm, because she was literally quivering in her seat. Lance and Scott were looking curiously at her, while she quivered away. Kurt entered the room then, and the five of us in the room listened to the deafening echo of silence. The detention teacher (whose name was Miss Fitte, or so I found out later on) suddenly stopped quivering and stood up, and left the room, muttering something about a toilet break.
The moment she left, Lance and Scott went into "let's fight and bash each other" mode, while Kurt watched them interestedly, cheering them on. He asked if I wanted to place any bets on who would win, but I politely declined and resumed working, hoping beyond hope that the teacher was going to come back soon, before I lost my mind.
"Bet I can beat you in arm wrestling," Lance declared, with the air of a highly ranked dignitary. I was filled with a sense of dread.
"Oh, yeah?" Scott marched forward, and the both of them assumed arm- wrestling positions.
"Kitty! Bet with me! _Pleeaase? _" Kurt wouldn't stop bugging me, so I had to bet on Lance while he bet on Scott. I figured that if they were all kept busy, I could finish the homework and be out of there before you could say "Jean is a carnivore".
"Go! Gogogogo!" Kurt chanted, as Lance and Scott started their match. I tried stuffing my ears, but it didn't work. With all the noise and grunting, and Kurt's unending gogogos, I could barely concentrate on my stupid essay writing. In the end, I watched resignedly as Scott and Lance continued arm-wrestling, both of which were not showing any signs of losing. Identical looks of grim determination were sketched onto their faces.
It only ended very abruptly when the teacher came back in. She still had that glazed look on her face, and she wobbled in to her table (she's about 25, mind) with much difficulty. I thought she was possibly disabled with some handicap or something, so I felt extremely sorry for her. I was about to offer her some of my aspirin (of which I bring to school daily now, and comes in very handy) when she fainted onto the table. I thought I was going to have a heart attack - weak heart, remember?
We all rushed forward - well, I rushed, the guys just sauntered to her casually, as if it was an ordinary thing to see everyday - and I tried checking her pulse. That was when I got this really huge whiff of alcohol, and almost fainted. The teacher had been drinking! Only the guys were like, "hey, cool" and checked the drawers for possible hiding places. They found scotch and some whiskey, and while I blubbered away about how it was illegal to drink on school premises, Lance, Scott and Kurt were already fighting for it.
"Kurt? You drink, too?" I could only gape.
"Well. . ."
"You can't! You're underage!"
"But -"
"Let's get started! Who wants to play a drinking game?" Lance waved the bottle in the air gleefully. Meanwhile, Miss Fitte was still slumped on the table, unconscious. I started hyperventilating.
"We can't do this!" I practically shouted. Then I realized that we were down the staff hallway, and lowered my voice. "I mean, what if you guys get drunk?"
"Relax, Kitty. A bit won't hurt anyone. Except maybe Summers, who probably hasn't consumed alcohol in his whole life. . ." He trailed off.
"I have too!" Scott snapped. He snatched the bottle from Lance. "Me first!" He took this really huge gulp, and I could tell he regretted it, because the next moment, he looked as if he just swallowed a lemon, and started coughing uncontrollably.
Lance gave a disgusted snort. I watched numbly as he and Kurt clamoured for the next swig. Scott, who had finally stopped hacking his lungs out, started saying, "I've never drunk so much at one go before." He grinned dazedly. "Let's start the game!"
"We must form a circle," Kurt said solemnly. Somehow, I got dragged into the damn circle too. I risked a glance at Miss Fitte, who was still drooling on her desk.
"How do you play?" Scott asked, his voice unnaturally high- pitched. He giggled (yes, giggled.) ecstatically and started holding on to Kurt for support. "Oh, I know! If we did what the speaker says he didn't, we get to drink! *happy grin* Oh, wow!"
Lance grinned evilly. "Right. I'll start. I've never fancied a certain redhead before."
Scott smiled deliriously. "I have! I have!" He cheered, and took a large mouthful of scotch. He promptly started coughing his lungs up again. I took a little while to process this. Scott had a crush on the meat pie gal? _Interesting. _
Kurt laughed. "I've never been a leader of any group before."
Lance and Scott had a swift fight for the bottle. Lance won, mainly because I think Scott was giggling too hard and kept rolling around like a maniac. And so, the game went on.
"I've never had blue fur."
"I've *hic* always worn . . . *giggle* shades."
"I can make the ground mooooove!" loud crashing of furniture resounding through the school
"I LIKE CARE BEARS!"
"I have a convertible. *more giggling*"
"I like alcohol."
"CHEERS!!!" sounds of maniacal giggling and laughter
By the end of the game (and our "detention"), they were all sprawled out on the floor. I started panicking and contemplated jumping out of the window. What was I going to do with three (or four, if you think of it) drunken bodies? Throw them out with me? In a temporary moment of insanity, I started dragging Scott's body to the window, and was about to pitch him out when I saw Rogue walking across the damp field downstairs.
"Rogue! Get up here!" I yelled, accidentally slamming Scott against the ledge outside as I did so. She looked surprised, then shocked to see Scott with his body halfway out of the window, and ran for the stairs.
By the time she came, Scott was back in the room (temporary insanity attack ended), snoring contentedly. She went, "Oh my god! What happened?" I explained it as clearly and calmly as I could, in the event that I got the urge to pitch myself or anyone else out. Rogue became very businesslike. She removed her gloves, and placed her hand on Kurt's face.
"Okay," she began, shuddering. "Let's go back before anyone finds us." I piled the unconscious bodies around the both of us, and we teleported back to the mansion. Into our room, specifically. Rogue has gone to check if the professor is in, to make sure that we won't be found out. So now I have three drunken guys in the room, and my kitten [A/n: any suggestions for the kitten's name, guys?] is sniffing them curiously. Must be the alcohol scent. Now our whole room reeks of it, and I have to spray air freshener in case Logan comes back.
Oh God. I just saw Logan come back on his motorcycle. Where's the air freshener?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, thanks to all the reviewers. Due to the September 11th thing, I was unable to check what the reviewers were . . . but I'll take a wild guess. Amicitia, evolutionary spider, Red Witch, klucky, flitwicke (IQOAN - juz kidding) . . . and . . . *battle with amnesia* crissy? Er . . . I don't think I can remember any more . . .sorry if I missed out your name.
Entry 12
I was sent to detention today. Can you believe that? Me, Kitty, straight-A student, the person who has never handed up homework late in her entire life (except when Logan shredded my trigonometry assignment, thinking it was the alcohol expenses).
Guess who I had to spend two whole hours with? Yep, you guessed right. Lance, Scott, and one more. Kurt. Apparently, he was caught hanging upside down from the front gate (in his human form) on a dare, and the superintendent happened to be passing by. Sometimes I really think bad luck always seems to befall him, like he's some sort of magnet to it or something. Just this morning, he had to face Jean's early- morning wrath syndrome for commenting on her hair.
Anyway, I was sitting there in a comfortable silence, which I was enjoying, because the teacher was staring at us in this crazy, glazed manner, which was really unnerving. I thought she was about to have a spasm, because she was literally quivering in her seat. Lance and Scott were looking curiously at her, while she quivered away. Kurt entered the room then, and the five of us in the room listened to the deafening echo of silence. The detention teacher (whose name was Miss Fitte, or so I found out later on) suddenly stopped quivering and stood up, and left the room, muttering something about a toilet break.
The moment she left, Lance and Scott went into "let's fight and bash each other" mode, while Kurt watched them interestedly, cheering them on. He asked if I wanted to place any bets on who would win, but I politely declined and resumed working, hoping beyond hope that the teacher was going to come back soon, before I lost my mind.
"Bet I can beat you in arm wrestling," Lance declared, with the air of a highly ranked dignitary. I was filled with a sense of dread.
"Oh, yeah?" Scott marched forward, and the both of them assumed arm- wrestling positions.
"Kitty! Bet with me! _Pleeaase? _" Kurt wouldn't stop bugging me, so I had to bet on Lance while he bet on Scott. I figured that if they were all kept busy, I could finish the homework and be out of there before you could say "Jean is a carnivore".
"Go! Gogogogo!" Kurt chanted, as Lance and Scott started their match. I tried stuffing my ears, but it didn't work. With all the noise and grunting, and Kurt's unending gogogos, I could barely concentrate on my stupid essay writing. In the end, I watched resignedly as Scott and Lance continued arm-wrestling, both of which were not showing any signs of losing. Identical looks of grim determination were sketched onto their faces.
It only ended very abruptly when the teacher came back in. She still had that glazed look on her face, and she wobbled in to her table (she's about 25, mind) with much difficulty. I thought she was possibly disabled with some handicap or something, so I felt extremely sorry for her. I was about to offer her some of my aspirin (of which I bring to school daily now, and comes in very handy) when she fainted onto the table. I thought I was going to have a heart attack - weak heart, remember?
We all rushed forward - well, I rushed, the guys just sauntered to her casually, as if it was an ordinary thing to see everyday - and I tried checking her pulse. That was when I got this really huge whiff of alcohol, and almost fainted. The teacher had been drinking! Only the guys were like, "hey, cool" and checked the drawers for possible hiding places. They found scotch and some whiskey, and while I blubbered away about how it was illegal to drink on school premises, Lance, Scott and Kurt were already fighting for it.
"Kurt? You drink, too?" I could only gape.
"Well. . ."
"You can't! You're underage!"
"But -"
"Let's get started! Who wants to play a drinking game?" Lance waved the bottle in the air gleefully. Meanwhile, Miss Fitte was still slumped on the table, unconscious. I started hyperventilating.
"We can't do this!" I practically shouted. Then I realized that we were down the staff hallway, and lowered my voice. "I mean, what if you guys get drunk?"
"Relax, Kitty. A bit won't hurt anyone. Except maybe Summers, who probably hasn't consumed alcohol in his whole life. . ." He trailed off.
"I have too!" Scott snapped. He snatched the bottle from Lance. "Me first!" He took this really huge gulp, and I could tell he regretted it, because the next moment, he looked as if he just swallowed a lemon, and started coughing uncontrollably.
Lance gave a disgusted snort. I watched numbly as he and Kurt clamoured for the next swig. Scott, who had finally stopped hacking his lungs out, started saying, "I've never drunk so much at one go before." He grinned dazedly. "Let's start the game!"
"We must form a circle," Kurt said solemnly. Somehow, I got dragged into the damn circle too. I risked a glance at Miss Fitte, who was still drooling on her desk.
"How do you play?" Scott asked, his voice unnaturally high- pitched. He giggled (yes, giggled.) ecstatically and started holding on to Kurt for support. "Oh, I know! If we did what the speaker says he didn't, we get to drink! *happy grin* Oh, wow!"
Lance grinned evilly. "Right. I'll start. I've never fancied a certain redhead before."
Scott smiled deliriously. "I have! I have!" He cheered, and took a large mouthful of scotch. He promptly started coughing his lungs up again. I took a little while to process this. Scott had a crush on the meat pie gal? _Interesting. _
Kurt laughed. "I've never been a leader of any group before."
Lance and Scott had a swift fight for the bottle. Lance won, mainly because I think Scott was giggling too hard and kept rolling around like a maniac. And so, the game went on.
"I've never had blue fur."
"I've *hic* always worn . . . *giggle* shades."
"I can make the ground mooooove!" loud crashing of furniture resounding through the school
"I LIKE CARE BEARS!"
"I have a convertible. *more giggling*"
"I like alcohol."
"CHEERS!!!" sounds of maniacal giggling and laughter
By the end of the game (and our "detention"), they were all sprawled out on the floor. I started panicking and contemplated jumping out of the window. What was I going to do with three (or four, if you think of it) drunken bodies? Throw them out with me? In a temporary moment of insanity, I started dragging Scott's body to the window, and was about to pitch him out when I saw Rogue walking across the damp field downstairs.
"Rogue! Get up here!" I yelled, accidentally slamming Scott against the ledge outside as I did so. She looked surprised, then shocked to see Scott with his body halfway out of the window, and ran for the stairs.
By the time she came, Scott was back in the room (temporary insanity attack ended), snoring contentedly. She went, "Oh my god! What happened?" I explained it as clearly and calmly as I could, in the event that I got the urge to pitch myself or anyone else out. Rogue became very businesslike. She removed her gloves, and placed her hand on Kurt's face.
"Okay," she began, shuddering. "Let's go back before anyone finds us." I piled the unconscious bodies around the both of us, and we teleported back to the mansion. Into our room, specifically. Rogue has gone to check if the professor is in, to make sure that we won't be found out. So now I have three drunken guys in the room, and my kitten [A/n: any suggestions for the kitten's name, guys?] is sniffing them curiously. Must be the alcohol scent. Now our whole room reeks of it, and I have to spray air freshener in case Logan comes back.
Oh God. I just saw Logan come back on his motorcycle. Where's the air freshener?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!