Conversations
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Disclaimer: This story will end as of : 8 June 2005
These conversations were based off from real conversation that took place within my Graduating Class. As we are graduating, there will be no more. Thank you for supporting this story, reviewers. Unless I find any ones I haven't posted (which is highly usual.)
Graduating Class of 2oo5:
Rip, Chelly, Fake Bake, Mute, Daisy Duke, Crunk, Guppie, and Rasheed.
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Boromir and Faramir were supposed to be working hard.
Emphasis on 'supposed to'.
Actually, they had been throwing stuff at each other, and quitting when their teacher turned around.
Well, Boromir had thrown his quill at Faramir, and it had landed under the table, by Faramir.
"Will you get that?" asked Boromir. "Please?"
So Faramir got off his chair, and ducked under the table.
"Faramir?" their Teacher had turned around, and had noticed Faramir missing.
"Yes?" said Faramir from under the table.
"Where are you?"
Faramir stuck his head out from under the table. "Right here! Under the table."
Boromir was trying his best not to laugh.
"Why, pretell, are you under the table?"
"Well, Boromir dropped his quill, so I went down to get it."
"I see, will you please resume your seat?"
"Yes sir." Faramir picked up the quill, got up from under the table, handed the quill to Boromir and sat back down.
"Hey Faramir," whispered Boromir.
"What?" asked Faramir looking up just in time to duck the quill hurtling at his face.
Once again, Faramir found himself under the table.
"Faramir?" asked the teacher. "Where did you go this time?"
"Back under the table sir."
The teacher sighed. This was going to be a long day.
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Graduating Class of 2oo5:
Megan, Chelsea, Katie, Aubrey, Mackenzie, Paige, Josh, and Austin.
Emily 3, we miss you.
"I've walked through fire, and I've walked through ice."
Our Class Song.