Authors Notes: Supposed to be doing research for a science project,
but.....shhhh. I'm sorry for not updating for so long (13 days, almost 2
weeks!) but life was extremely hectic, and therefore this was NOT one of my
higher priorities. *shields face* I know! I'm sorry. And I feel awful
because so many people reviewed me and....blegh. Anyway, here's the chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and whatever you don't recognize, which isn't much. I'm not a very original person.
The day had come. The day of their presentation. Or, as Freddy enjoyed to refer to it as, the day of DEATH. Perhaps Freddy was being slightly melodramatic. It was what was expected of him, and Freddy always lived up to his reputation.
Kind of, anyway.
But Freddy had license to be sufficiently upset, as he hadn't done an ounce of work to prepare for the project. He stomped up the steps to Horace Green, his bottom lip protruding insolently.
Katie inspected Freddy's expression with interest. "Freddy, why are you pouting?"
Freddy pouted. "I am NOT pouting."
A grin. Damn that grin. "Yes, you are pouting."
"Am not." Freddy pouted some more.
"Pouting, pouting, powwwwting."
"Whatever."
Katie held out her hand. "Where's the oral presentation?"
"Oh, I have it. It's really good." Freddy nodded energetically.
Katie looked skeptical. "Really?"
Several feet away, Zack closed his locker on his hand. Freddy cocked his head.
That Zack had an interesting vocabulary.
"Oh!LookitlookslikeZack'scallingmegottagoseewhatheneeds, okaybye."
He sped away as Katie tried to recover.
__________________________________________
Freddy cursed himself for procrastinating. He was now currently in the middle of math class, trying to create a well thought out oral presentation in exactly....49 minutes and 27 seconds. Damn it.
Chewing on his bottom lip, he began to think furiously.
If he went to Katie and 'fessed up, she would probably help him with his portion of the project....
....after she disemboweled him thoroughly.
If he went to Marta and asked for help, she would probably hit on him, and that was an even scarier thought then disembowelment.
....Plagiarism wasn't *exactly* a crime, was it?
_________________________________________
"The next group to present their project is... Katie, Freddy, and Marta."
Katie nudged Freddy. "Where's the oral presentation?"
Freddy proudly handed her 6 pages of information. "Here. I bet my part of the project makes your part look pitiful."
Katie's eye twitched. "O--kay."
They trooped dutifully to the front of the room and stuck an extremely *pink* poster to the board.
"The conquistadors of Spain who ventured into the lands of the Indians were motivated by many forces. The discovery of gold in Mexico and Peru caused thousands of impoverished Spanish peasants to join the military. Under the rules of primogeniture, younger sons of the nobility would not inherit much of the family estate, but leading a successful colonial mission could give you the funds to build a castle. Others sought glory and fame, now that the wars with the Moors were over. Only in the New World was there the opportunity for quick advancement in the Spanish military and diplomatic careers," Freddy read monotonously. Mrs. Lemmon squinted at Freddy. "Did you write that?"
Freddy looked indignant. "Of course I did! So, just because it happens to be a good report, it couldn't be done by Freddy Jones, right?!" The class was silent. Maybe his over-defensiveness had given him away. Mrs. Lemmon focused a hard glare on Freddy. "Mr. Jones, see me after class." Busted. ____________________________________ Oh, wow. That was an incredibly horrible chapter. I feel awful, but obligated to post anyway. Like it? Review. Hate it? Review. Flames are welcome, but they hurt my feelings. Much Love To: bqueen18 Carmelita Quitesirius (2 times!)
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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and whatever you don't recognize, which isn't much. I'm not a very original person.
The day had come. The day of their presentation. Or, as Freddy enjoyed to refer to it as, the day of DEATH. Perhaps Freddy was being slightly melodramatic. It was what was expected of him, and Freddy always lived up to his reputation.
Kind of, anyway.
But Freddy had license to be sufficiently upset, as he hadn't done an ounce of work to prepare for the project. He stomped up the steps to Horace Green, his bottom lip protruding insolently.
Katie inspected Freddy's expression with interest. "Freddy, why are you pouting?"
Freddy pouted. "I am NOT pouting."
A grin. Damn that grin. "Yes, you are pouting."
"Am not." Freddy pouted some more.
"Pouting, pouting, powwwwting."
"Whatever."
Katie held out her hand. "Where's the oral presentation?"
"Oh, I have it. It's really good." Freddy nodded energetically.
Katie looked skeptical. "Really?"
Several feet away, Zack closed his locker on his hand. Freddy cocked his head.
That Zack had an interesting vocabulary.
"Oh!LookitlookslikeZack'scallingmegottagoseewhatheneeds, okaybye."
He sped away as Katie tried to recover.
__________________________________________
Freddy cursed himself for procrastinating. He was now currently in the middle of math class, trying to create a well thought out oral presentation in exactly....49 minutes and 27 seconds. Damn it.
Chewing on his bottom lip, he began to think furiously.
If he went to Katie and 'fessed up, she would probably help him with his portion of the project....
....after she disemboweled him thoroughly.
If he went to Marta and asked for help, she would probably hit on him, and that was an even scarier thought then disembowelment.
....Plagiarism wasn't *exactly* a crime, was it?
_________________________________________
"The next group to present their project is... Katie, Freddy, and Marta."
Katie nudged Freddy. "Where's the oral presentation?"
Freddy proudly handed her 6 pages of information. "Here. I bet my part of the project makes your part look pitiful."
Katie's eye twitched. "O--kay."
They trooped dutifully to the front of the room and stuck an extremely *pink* poster to the board.
"The conquistadors of Spain who ventured into the lands of the Indians were motivated by many forces. The discovery of gold in Mexico and Peru caused thousands of impoverished Spanish peasants to join the military. Under the rules of primogeniture, younger sons of the nobility would not inherit much of the family estate, but leading a successful colonial mission could give you the funds to build a castle. Others sought glory and fame, now that the wars with the Moors were over. Only in the New World was there the opportunity for quick advancement in the Spanish military and diplomatic careers," Freddy read monotonously. Mrs. Lemmon squinted at Freddy. "Did you write that?"
Freddy looked indignant. "Of course I did! So, just because it happens to be a good report, it couldn't be done by Freddy Jones, right?!" The class was silent. Maybe his over-defensiveness had given him away. Mrs. Lemmon focused a hard glare on Freddy. "Mr. Jones, see me after class." Busted. ____________________________________ Oh, wow. That was an incredibly horrible chapter. I feel awful, but obligated to post anyway. Like it? Review. Hate it? Review. Flames are welcome, but they hurt my feelings. Much Love To: bqueen18 Carmelita Quitesirius (2 times!)
Funkiechick
THe one
sk8erpunkGCpnay
kiephra
Saxaphonebaby
shs
Princess642 (3 times!)
sum1veryspecial
The one
ShortStuff1
Illyria09