Murg. I don't own the stuff, and I don't want to. Imagine all the stupid
people telling me they don't own it when starting fanfictions.
Sweet lady Heinz fifty-seven varieties! A pool? On my um, er, maturity?? No wonder none of them have girlfriends if they sit around betting on bra sizes.
Tabitha still could not believe she made up the first exclamation (Ketchup? Dear god let me go back to grunts.) as she stomped through the double-doors at school.
There were many cliques were circled up in the hallway, talking to each other. Tabitha had never noticed how everyone was so attached to their friends. That group, the ones with the weird-ass sweaters, they had all signed up for the same classes together. The way they were talking, it looked as if one of them would cry if they were separated. Tabitha slightly remembered seeing one of them, alone, and accidentally signed up for a separate P.E. class. She looked sulky.
Weird; thought Tabitha. Why do they do that? It's like they need to be together.
No one gets it until it's too late.
Tabitha arrived at her first period class, ready for spending the period silently fuming in the corner. No help that Lance was in the same class.
The teacher gave some plot-servicing assignment, making the kids split into partners and talk about.something. It's a plot device, okay?
Lance edged closer to Tabitha's desk.
"Angry?" Tabitha didn't answer.
"You're angry." He didn't even look at her. He kept his head forward, staring boredly at the blackboard. He looked smug at his second remark. Tabitha felt her head explode.
No one else approached Tabitha or Lance, so they ended up as partners for the project. Tabitha fell farther into the abyss of misery. Silence reigned between the two desks. Neither would speak.
"Still angry?" He turned to her. She turned away. "C'mon. The wall isn't that interesting. What's wrong?"
The obvious. Of course!
"You looked." She said "at my bra." There is no way to tell you her intonation on the word bra. Lance looked away to keep her from seeing his smile. Tabitha vowed to kill him.
Lance started nonchalantly working on the assignment. Whistling. He was whistling! Tabitha could see a large, gory mess explode from his head, as well as poisonous snakes being attached to certain body parts.
"It's meant to be." she mumbled, smiling at the thought.
"I'm sorry." Lance closed his eyes. "But it wouldn't work out between us."
Tabitha's eye twitched involuntarily. Her head jerked to one side. Was it possible to have a stroke from anger? Brain vessels were popping, trying to keep her from throwing grenades around the classroom. She couldn't take it. She raised her hand, cupping it to create a bomb.
"If you have a question, there's a packet of info up front." Lance pointed to the front of the room. That did it.
Forgetting about mutant powers, Tabitha lunged from her desk, just going to beat the living hell out of him. What was wrong with him?
Leaning forward towards his desk with her fists ready to punch, she stopped. She had forgotten to rise first, before moving. She was falling over. Lance wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sorry, but.it just won't work out." He shook his head.
Tabitha pushed away and fell over the over side of her chair.
Sweet lady Heinz fifty-seven varieties! A pool? On my um, er, maturity?? No wonder none of them have girlfriends if they sit around betting on bra sizes.
Tabitha still could not believe she made up the first exclamation (Ketchup? Dear god let me go back to grunts.) as she stomped through the double-doors at school.
There were many cliques were circled up in the hallway, talking to each other. Tabitha had never noticed how everyone was so attached to their friends. That group, the ones with the weird-ass sweaters, they had all signed up for the same classes together. The way they were talking, it looked as if one of them would cry if they were separated. Tabitha slightly remembered seeing one of them, alone, and accidentally signed up for a separate P.E. class. She looked sulky.
Weird; thought Tabitha. Why do they do that? It's like they need to be together.
No one gets it until it's too late.
Tabitha arrived at her first period class, ready for spending the period silently fuming in the corner. No help that Lance was in the same class.
The teacher gave some plot-servicing assignment, making the kids split into partners and talk about.something. It's a plot device, okay?
Lance edged closer to Tabitha's desk.
"Angry?" Tabitha didn't answer.
"You're angry." He didn't even look at her. He kept his head forward, staring boredly at the blackboard. He looked smug at his second remark. Tabitha felt her head explode.
No one else approached Tabitha or Lance, so they ended up as partners for the project. Tabitha fell farther into the abyss of misery. Silence reigned between the two desks. Neither would speak.
"Still angry?" He turned to her. She turned away. "C'mon. The wall isn't that interesting. What's wrong?"
The obvious. Of course!
"You looked." She said "at my bra." There is no way to tell you her intonation on the word bra. Lance looked away to keep her from seeing his smile. Tabitha vowed to kill him.
Lance started nonchalantly working on the assignment. Whistling. He was whistling! Tabitha could see a large, gory mess explode from his head, as well as poisonous snakes being attached to certain body parts.
"It's meant to be." she mumbled, smiling at the thought.
"I'm sorry." Lance closed his eyes. "But it wouldn't work out between us."
Tabitha's eye twitched involuntarily. Her head jerked to one side. Was it possible to have a stroke from anger? Brain vessels were popping, trying to keep her from throwing grenades around the classroom. She couldn't take it. She raised her hand, cupping it to create a bomb.
"If you have a question, there's a packet of info up front." Lance pointed to the front of the room. That did it.
Forgetting about mutant powers, Tabitha lunged from her desk, just going to beat the living hell out of him. What was wrong with him?
Leaning forward towards his desk with her fists ready to punch, she stopped. She had forgotten to rise first, before moving. She was falling over. Lance wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sorry, but.it just won't work out." He shook his head.
Tabitha pushed away and fell over the over side of her chair.