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Just Another Day
Chapter Two:
Ephram dashed through the halls of Everwood High. Despite his best efforts, he hadn't been able to fall back asleep; still he hadn't exactly rushed to school either. Thus, he was desperately trying to make it to his first period class. He got to the classroom, snuck through the door, and attempted to sit before his English teacher noticed he was late.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Brown." Remarked the middle aged woman, as she turned to see him sitting down.
"Sorry Mrs. Spencer. I overslept." He replied, quietly.
"Well, try not to make it a habit, Ephram." She requested, a hint of annoyance in her voice, as she continued writing on the chalkboard.
"Yes ma'am." He responded. He reached into his bag to get his notebook and a pen, and began taking down the notes.
A few hours later, he was at his locker, getting his books for the next few classes.
"You're lucky." Came a voice from behind him.
"How do you figure?" he asked, as Amy appeared beside him.
"Spencer let you off easy." She explained. "When Bright had her, he had to write 15 separate essays entitled "Punctuality: Why Being on Time is Essential". One for each time he was late to her class. You'd think he would have figured it out by at least the 5th or 6th time."
"We are talking about your brother right?" remarked Ephram, referring to Bright's lack of intelligence.
"Hey!" she punched him on the shoulder. "He's my brother, and I'll make fun of him. Although, you do have a point."
Ephram laughed. They both headed off to lunch.
"Why do you think she let me slide?" asked Ephram. "Do you think I'm still working the "I'm the new kid with the dead mother and the whacked out dad" angle?"
"That," replied Amy, "Or, maybe she knows it's your birthday."
"Wait." Remarked Ephram. "How do you know it's my birthday?"
"A little birdie told me." Replied Amy.
"Was that little birdie wearing a Rockies hat?" asked Ephram.
"No, I think it was an Avalanche one." Laughed Amy.
"I'm going to kill Delia." He remarked.
"Well, I personally think it's cute." Amy interjected.
"You would." He retorted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Amy, defensively.
"It means that a. you're a girl, and girls think that stuff is cute, and b. you don't have a younger sibling." He replied. "So technically, you don't get an opinion."
"Well, I have Bright." She offered. "He has the mentality of a younger sibling."
"You got me there." Laughed Ephram.
"At any rate, it's your 16th birthday, and you should be excited about it." She told him.
"I should, huh?" he asked.
"Yep." She replied. "I bet you'll get a car! Wouldn't that be cool!"
"How would me getting a car translate into being cool for you?" asked Ephram.
"Then we could drive to Denver instead of having to take the bus!" she exclaimed, as she dashed off to meet her friends.
"Great." thought Ephram. "Just what I want to do: drive the girl I'm in love with to visit her comatose boyfriend every weekend. Man, I really need to get a life."
TBC!
Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Everwood. (
Just Another Day
Chapter Two:
Ephram dashed through the halls of Everwood High. Despite his best efforts, he hadn't been able to fall back asleep; still he hadn't exactly rushed to school either. Thus, he was desperately trying to make it to his first period class. He got to the classroom, snuck through the door, and attempted to sit before his English teacher noticed he was late.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Brown." Remarked the middle aged woman, as she turned to see him sitting down.
"Sorry Mrs. Spencer. I overslept." He replied, quietly.
"Well, try not to make it a habit, Ephram." She requested, a hint of annoyance in her voice, as she continued writing on the chalkboard.
"Yes ma'am." He responded. He reached into his bag to get his notebook and a pen, and began taking down the notes.
A few hours later, he was at his locker, getting his books for the next few classes.
"You're lucky." Came a voice from behind him.
"How do you figure?" he asked, as Amy appeared beside him.
"Spencer let you off easy." She explained. "When Bright had her, he had to write 15 separate essays entitled "Punctuality: Why Being on Time is Essential". One for each time he was late to her class. You'd think he would have figured it out by at least the 5th or 6th time."
"We are talking about your brother right?" remarked Ephram, referring to Bright's lack of intelligence.
"Hey!" she punched him on the shoulder. "He's my brother, and I'll make fun of him. Although, you do have a point."
Ephram laughed. They both headed off to lunch.
"Why do you think she let me slide?" asked Ephram. "Do you think I'm still working the "I'm the new kid with the dead mother and the whacked out dad" angle?"
"That," replied Amy, "Or, maybe she knows it's your birthday."
"Wait." Remarked Ephram. "How do you know it's my birthday?"
"A little birdie told me." Replied Amy.
"Was that little birdie wearing a Rockies hat?" asked Ephram.
"No, I think it was an Avalanche one." Laughed Amy.
"I'm going to kill Delia." He remarked.
"Well, I personally think it's cute." Amy interjected.
"You would." He retorted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Amy, defensively.
"It means that a. you're a girl, and girls think that stuff is cute, and b. you don't have a younger sibling." He replied. "So technically, you don't get an opinion."
"Well, I have Bright." She offered. "He has the mentality of a younger sibling."
"You got me there." Laughed Ephram.
"At any rate, it's your 16th birthday, and you should be excited about it." She told him.
"I should, huh?" he asked.
"Yep." She replied. "I bet you'll get a car! Wouldn't that be cool!"
"How would me getting a car translate into being cool for you?" asked Ephram.
"Then we could drive to Denver instead of having to take the bus!" she exclaimed, as she dashed off to meet her friends.
"Great." thought Ephram. "Just what I want to do: drive the girl I'm in love with to visit her comatose boyfriend every weekend. Man, I really need to get a life."
TBC!
Review!