WoM- Aww, you guys are too nice! 'huggles reviewers,' Thanks for being so kind! It's nice to read your comments after a long, infuriating day in school. Here's Chapter Four!
"Always go to other people's funerals, otherwise they won't come to yours."
-Yogi Berra
Wendy Girls
"Trust me, dude, this is for your own good," Tucker assured me, "Once you see all the hot Wendy chicks, you'll be glad you came!"
"I am gonna kill you one you untie me, Tucker," I growled, glaring at the boy.
"I had nothing to do with this," Danny said for the fifth time that day, causing me to my eyes.
For those of you who are confused, let me bring you up to date. I was just finishing up my first week at Casper, andeverything was going well (save Danny's random disappearing acts.)
I was now almost inseparable from him and Tucker, andNate and I were becoming good friends too, (Once I learned to ignore his frequent perverted comments, at any rate.) I was even on fairly good terms with my teachers, and had begun to really look up to Mr. Marchez. For the first time in my life, I was actually excited to go to a class.
Then Friday came.
Tucker was relentless about bringing me to meet the girls who attended Wendy. And after it became obvious he wasn't gonna get me there willingly, he decided to go for more sneaky, underhanded tactics.
Such as tackling me to the ground and tying me up with rope he'd gotten from the gym supplies. Worst part was, though, I couldn't struggle or else my little 'secret' would be revealed then and there.
There'd already been one close call with Danny, when he was coming back in right after I got out of the shower and was about to head off to bed. I'd taken my bandages off before getting in, and was terrified he's see my chest wasn't exactly the same shape as Samuel's was supposed to be.
Luckily, though, I'd managed to get into my room before he even noticed I was there, tired from his impromptu trip to Tucker's apartment for his Thermos. Yes, thermos. Why he needed it was a mystery to me. Almost as big of one as why the trip had been a good three hours long.
Still, after recovering from a heart attack and a half, I decided to wear my bandages at all times, even when I was sleeping. Discomfort was a small price to pay to keep my secret.
A part of me was starting to feel guilty for lying to Danny, but I tried to suppress that the best I could. After all, even if I liked him I barely knew the guy. Besides, my gender and family had been the only thing I really lied to him about. Other then that I was being honest. And he was clearly keeping some secrets of his own, so it wasn't like he could accuse me of dishonesty.
"Ah! Here we are!" Tucker said, stopping. "Casper High Stadium!" I stared at the football stadium in front of me.
"Big enough?" I asked, blinking.
"Dash's dad is a football player," Danny explained. "and Mr. Lancer's big on jocks."
"Makes sense…" I muttered. I'd been scolded by the Headmaster three times already in the last week, and it didn't take long to see that Danny had a reserved spot in his office.
No joke, either, it had a plaque with his name and everything.
"There's Valerie!" Tucker said, grinning, "Hey, Val!" I craned my head to see who my friend was yelling for, and noticed a pretty girl with long curly hair heading out way.
I cringed when I saw her uniform, which consisted of a pink sweater vest, white shirt, baby blue bow tie and pink and blue plaited skirt. Jazz wasn't kidding about Wendy's uniforms...
Realizing that she had to wear this and that she was still complaining about the uniforms in that English school I would be in if not for Casper, I suppressed a shudder.
"Tucker!" Valerie called back, grinning, "Hey, Danny." She paused at the sight of me, her eyebrow kicking up. "New… ah… friend?"
"Hey Val," Danny said calmly, "And yeah. This is Sam, my roomie. Sam, this is Valerie Grey."
"Pleasure," Valerie said, coughing back a laugh. "Ah, do I wanna know-?"
"No," I sighed, knowing she was going to question why I was tied up. "And it's nice to meet you too, Valerie,"
"Ah, Val? Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?" Tucker asked, nervous.
"Sure, Tuck," Valerie smirked at Danny knowingly. "See ya round, guys," And with that, the two were off.
"She seemed nice enough," I said, struggling to get the knots loose.
"Yeah, but she wasn't always that way," Danny sighed, "Before, she wouldn't give Tuck the time of day. After her father's accident, though, she became a scholarship kid and changed her ways."
"Ah, a case of seeing the light?" I said knowingly.
"More like a case of the light giving her a swift kick in the behind," Danny sighed, "but yeah." Danny untied me, allowing me to rub my aching wrists. Danny looked at the stadium, "Well, as long as we're here, do you wanna check things out," I made a face.
"Do we have to?" I asked. Danny chuckled.
"Come on, the bus back to school won't come back for another half an hour anyways." The blue-eyed boy said, steering me into the stadium.
Raven Stadium was just as impressive on the inside as it had been on the out, and students from both Wendy and Casper lolled about, watching the football team and cheerleaders practice.
It didn't take long to notice that two students had the spotlight. One was Paulina, looking far more petty and superficial then the last time I saw her, and the other one was a blond boy who I'd seen once or twice in the hall, but never talked to.
"That's Dash, Baxter, the Quarterback of the football team." Danny explained, seeing where I was looking, "Watch out for him, you don't wanna get on his bad side."
"Danny?" A voice called out, causing us to turn. It was another Wendy girl, this one I didn't recognize. She was pretty, older then us to, and I immediately became guarded as she approached with a small smile on her face.
"Oh, hey Liz," Danny said casually, "Didn't see you there. What are you doing here anyways? Don't you find organized sports an 'ineffective use to time and energy and yet another excuse for empty-headed muscle to be supported in the eyes of the general public who still can't see how barbaric it is?'" The brunette rolled her eyes.
"Haha." She said teasingly, "I'm here with your sister." Danny groaned, "Yep, you're in for it big time, little man,"
"Don't call me that," Danny mumbled absently, lost in his misery. Liz laughed, then she noticed me.
"Hello, here's a new face," She said. Then she looked confused for a moment, "Least I think I haven't seen you before… have I? You look familiar…"
"No," I answered quickly, a little worried the girl knew me from one of my parent's stupid parties. "T-That is, I don't think we've met before…" Liz shrugged.
"Well, we're meeting now." She said smiling, "I'm Lizella Cartel, Liz for short. And you are…?"
"Sam," I answered, "Sam Manson," Liz looked startled.
"Any relation to Matt Manson?" Liz asked, looking excited. My heart skipped a beat.
"Uh…"
"I knew you looked familiar!" Liz exclaimed, triumphant, "Brother? No, he told me all he had was a little sister, lemme think… cousins, then?"
"Yes!" I said, "Yeah, um we're cousins. I live In New York and don't see Matt too often,"
"Lucky," Luz said teasingly, rolling her eyes, "Your cousin's a real jerk sometimes, you know?"
"...Oh?" Someone out there actually acknowledged Matt wasn't perfect? This was one for the books…
"Mmhm," Liz sighed, "A jerk who doesn't understand girls at all,"
"Come on, Liz, it's not nice to gossip about people behind their backs, no matter how mad at them you are." A familiar voice broke in, amused. My eyes widened as Jazz came over, surprise flickering over her pretty face at the sight of my roomie. "Danny?" Her gaze turned to me and she stopped dead, paling. "SAM?"
"You know him?" I said, confused.
"You know her?" Danny asked me, raising an eyebrow. "How do you know my sister?"
"SISTER?" I yelled, looking between them, "You two look nothing alike!"
"Fortunately," Jazz and Danny said at the same time, making faces at each other. Liz giggled, but I was still very, very confused.
"Danny takes after dad, and I take after mom," Jazz explained vaguely, "How'd you two meet?"
"Roomies," Danny answered. Jazz stiffened slightly, shooting me an uneasy look.
"…Really," She said, her voice strained.
"Yeah. How do you know him?" Danny shot back.
"Matt introduced us," Jazz said, "Danny? Can I talk to you for a minute alone?"
"Will I get a choice?" Danny muttered. Jazz responded in the negative physically by grabbing him by the arm and hauling him away.
"That was different," I muttered. Liz laughed.
"You should see them at parties," She grinned, "Danny's the kind of little bro that makes me glad to be an only child." I grinned back.
'Wait… isn't Liz the name of the girl Matt has a crush on?' I remembered suddenly. I studied the girl again and grinned evilly, 'Oh, this ought to be good…'
"So, exactly how do you know my cousin, anyways?" I asked.
"He was my partner in a project we had to do freshman year with a flour sack," Liz answered, rolling her eyes. "We fought the whole time and drove each other nuts. But when it ended, we couldn't bring ourselves to just break it off. So we started chatting through phone and e-mail and next thing I knew…" Liz trailed off, shrugging.
"So when did you two start dating?" I asked. Liz sputtered, turning red.
"We're not dating!" She said, earning stares from a lot of people, who began to whisper behind their hands. Liz scowled at them, "Yeah, I'm speaking in public. Gotta problem?" the Wendy girls glared and moved away, "Jerks…" I struggled with a laugh.
"Sorry," I said, "I just thought…"
"Yeah," Liz sighed, "S'okay. Everybody does."
"Do you want to be Matt's girlfriend?" I asked curiously. Liz seemed thoughtful for a moment.
"Maybe…" She answered honestly, without a hint of shyness, "If he could stop being so freakin' perfect for about three seconds, I might seriously consider it." I laughed, liking Liz more and more.
"You don't like that Matt's perfect?" I asked, "Most girls are all over him for it!" Liz raised an eyebrow.
"Most girls," She stated, "Are bumbling airheads." I grinned. Oh, I liked Liz, alright.
And I could tell you right now she and mom would absolutely hate each other. With that in mind, I started contemplating ways to get her together with Matt. I was still deep in thought when Danny and Jazz rejoined us.
"Hey, Dan, There's something I wanted to talk to you about," Liz said as she saw the boy approach. "You remember my friend Tammy, right?" Danny groaned.
"No, Liz," He said firmly.
"You haven't even heard what I was gonna say!" Liz said, insulted.
"Let me guess," Danny said sarcastically, "'Well, she's got the cutest little sister around your age! Just the kind of girl for you, Danny, smart, cheerful, great sence of humor…'"
"Oh, come on, Danny!" Liz said in exasperation, "You need more of a social life, kid! Sulking in your dorm isn't gonna get Paulina to like you, and there are better girls out there! You just need to get up and meet them!"
"I don't have time to meet girls, Liz," Danny sighed in exasperation.
"I dunno, Danny," Jazz frowned, "Liz has a point…"
"Not you too, Jazz," Danny groaned.
"Oh, come on, Danny, you do enough! You deserve a little happiness once in a while, just like everyone else," Jazz scolded.
"And drag a complete stranger into my problems?" Danny countered, "No one deserves that kind of life!"
"Well, find someone who likes you enough not to care," Jazz said reasonably. "Even if your life's a little different, that isn't as important as you think, Danny! Do you think I care about it? And what about Tucker? Who's to say you can't find a girl who'd say the same?"
"You're my sister," Danny sighed, "You're obligated not to care by birth. And I've known Tucker forever. Besides, he still feels guilty for causingthe accident. Face it, Jazz, I'm hopeless." Liz and I stared at them, confused.
It was like they were speaking another language, dancing around the edges of Danny's big secret enough to let people know something was up, but not telling them what. And honestly, it was giving me a migraine.
Jazz looked like she was about to retort when she noticed us staring. So instead, she laughed nervously, obviously searching for a distraction.
"H-hey! Isn't that Fred over there? Come on, Liz, we need to ask him about the dance!" And, hauling her friend away, Jazz was out of there as fast as she could go.
"I didn't know Jazz was your sister," I said, sitting on the guardrail that kept people from falling onto the field. Now that I thought about it, though, that explained why he drew pictures of her…
"I didn't know you knew Jazz," Danny shot back, looking amused. "Anyways, It's not that big a deal. I only really get to see her on weekends or at big events during the school year. Then we 'reconnect with each other' over breaks," Danny gave a half hearted eye roll, and I had to laugh.
"You two seem really close, though," I said between chuckled. Remembering the gauze she'd given me, I added, "And she obviously cares about you,"
"Yeah, that's a big sister thing, I guess," Danny sighed, "Especially after mom and dad left," That was tempting. I wanted oh so badly to ask if the rumors about his parents were true, but I didn't for two reasons.
A.) I didn't want to upset him. We'd only known each other for a week, and he was sensitive as far as his family was concerned, evasive about revealing too much about them.
B.) I'd leaned back too far while contemplating this and ended up going over the guardrail.
'WHAM!'
"Ow," I moaned, sitting up. It was just my luck to land on something hard. I blinked for a moment when the laugher I'd expected after that oh-so-graceful fall never came, and looked up to see horrified, pale faces staring don't at me, which only served to confuse me more.
Until I looked down to see the 'something hard' I'd landed on was actually a someone…
…AND that someone was Dash Baxter.
He stood up, towering over me by at least three or four feet and looking fine, but none too happy.
"You're dead," He growled, grabbing the front of my shirt and drawing back to punch me.
'Oh, crap…'
"I can fight my own battles."
"I know."
"I didn't need your help,"
"I know,"
"If you knew, why did you punch him like that?"
"What did you expect me to do, sit there?" I sighed, rolling my eyes then flinchig at the trobbing pain this cause my head. Dash only hit me once in the face, which promised to bruise, but luckily that was my only injury. Danny was a little worse, though.
His left wrist was in bandages, along with a patch on his left cheek and several bruises, to say nothing of his stomach with must've hurt after the way Dash punched him there. Not to say Dash was uninjured. He had a few battle scars of his own, along with about six or seven other players on the football team. Who knew Danny was such a good fighter?
Though I wasn't allowed to actually say it, being a 'guy' and all, I was very, very grateful Danny had stepped in when he had. If Dash'd hit me again, he might've felt something, and in front of all those students…
Now, though, I felt guilty. I mean, It was my stupid fault this all happened, and Danny was going to get the worst of the trouble because he'd knocked that jerk who'd tried to attack him from behind out, and the kid hadn't woken up yet.
"Where'd you learn to do that kind of stuff, anyways?" I had to ask.
"My mom is a black belt in like,twenty four styles of martial arts," Danny shrugged, "She's always fussed about me not knowing how to defend myself…" I gaped.
"Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer said grimly, glowering at the two of us, "You first." Danny gave me a weak smile before getting up and heading into the office. After one last glare at me, Mr. Lancer followed.
'Oh, I am so dead,' I realized grimly. Probably not as bad as Danny, who'd beaten up over half the football team single handedly, but I was still pretty dead. My attention diverted from this as Tucker entered the office loudly, his face aglow.
"Is it true?" He asked, "Please tell me it's true!"
"What?" I asked, wary of gossip.
"Danny beat up Dash!" Tucker exclaimed. "sent him to the Infirmary with a fat lip!"
"Among other things," I sighed. Tucker burst out laughing.
"Beautiful!" He exclaimed, "Absolutely beautiful! I've been trying to convince him to use his powers to get revenge for forever now, but he's always refused! Man do I owe you! I'm gonna have to shell out for a copy of that tape from Mikey once he makes copies…" I stared at Tucker.
"…Powers?" I repeated, my eyes never wavering from my friend. Tucker went absolutely still, the blood leaving his face.
"Uh… yeah, you know…" Tucker laughed nervously. I didn't so much as crack a smile. Powers? What could he be talking about? Tucker sighed, "Oh, man Danny's gonna kill me for telling you this…" He muttered.
"What?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat. Was I finally gonna be let into the secret of what had my roomie out all ours of the night? Why his parents went AWOL? What he was so afraid of letting other people know?
"Danny… is the heir to a major company now a days," Tucker responded, "A BIG company. If anyone except me and Jazz knew, he'd have fake friends and gold diggers all over him in a heartbeat. I'm not going to tell you what company, that's Danny's business," Tucker told me, looking me in the eye. Then, under his breath, he added, "literally,"
"I guess I understand," I said, frowning. "And this company is big enough to affect Pro football?" Tucker chuckled.
"Oh, yeah," He grinned, "Danny's guardian is a major football freak. Real Cheesehead." Cheesehead? In my sports-deficient mind, it took a while to make a connection with the Green Bay Packers.
"I guess I get it," I said slowly, blushing slightly. When Tucker had said powers, I almost though he was talking like a superhero or something. Now, though, I felt really, really stupid. Danny was cute, rich and fun, but Superman he was not, even if he healed like him.
"That is all, Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer said, opening his door, "Mrs. Gretchen will escort you back to your dorm, which you're not allowed to leave for the rest of the weekend. Mr. Foley, please return to your room. Mr. Manson, come in."
"Good luck, kid," Danny murmured, giving me a smile as he passed.
"Thanks," I whispered back, smiling. Then, with a resigned sigh, I entered Mr. Lancer's office.
"Well, Mr. Manson, I suppose I should congratulate you." Mr. Lancer said dryly, "you've managed to exceed every expectation of how much trouble you'd cause. Mr. Baxter and several other members of the football team and staff and students in general claim you are the cause for today's ruckus," I rolled my eyes.
"It was an accident," I muttered.
"That much I was able to gather from the other students." Mr. Lancer sighed, "Along with Mr. Fenton. That is, after he realized that trying to shoulder all the blame himself was getting him nowhere as far as getting you out of trouble was concerned…" I started in surprise. Danny tried to take the heat for me? Wow, that was touching, considering we'd only known each other for a week.
"It wasn't Danny's fault," I said quickly.
"Actually, quite a bit of it is," Mr. Lancer sighed. "Especially since he admitted himself that you never threw a single punch. Though how he managed to do that much damage and one to eight odds is a mystery to everyone. It's true is scores in gym have been high since he entered the ninth grade, but not that good…" I stayed quiet. "At any rate, punishments must be dealt out. You will be joining Mr. Fenton in detention for the next month, and helping him and Mr. Folupa clean the science lab every day for a week. Also, a note will be sent home to your parents."
"Yes, Mr. Lancer," I said obediently. This wasn't as bad as it could've been, and something told me Danny had indeed taken most of the hit for me yet again, making me feel a lot more guilty.
"That's all, Mr. Manson," Mr. Lancer sighed, standing and walking me to his office door, "And try not to cause any more problems in the future. I may not be so lenient next time,"
Before I could respond, the door shut behind me with a sharp click. Shrugging, I started away, wondering how in the world I could make things up to Danny. After all, he'd saved my butt without needing to twice in one day. That's not something you see too often in society today. Especially for me.
The question was, though, how could I help him? He seemed to be doing okay with his homework, and if he was as rich as Tucker hinted he was, there weren't any material items he wanted. What on earth could someone like me do to help a guy who was almost more then human?
I sighed, starting to get a headache when I noticed a small, weatherworn path leading into the woodsy part of the campus. Deciding a nature walk would do me good, I took the path, which looked like no one else had taken in a while. This was fine with me, I preferred being alone when I was thinking.
Soon, though, I gave up on all that just to enjoy the sights and sounds around me. I couldn't help it, I've always loved nature. The colors, the smells, the sensations… it was invigorating.
I smiled to myself and closed my eyes to take in the sounds around me without distraction. I heard a number of birds chirping merrily, some squirrels scampering around, scourging for food, soft singing, various other wild animals in their natural habitat…
'Wait, back up,' My eyes snapped open, 'Singing?' I frowned curiously, straining myself to hear the words to the song that was being sung under someone's breath. My curiosity getting the better of me, I started forward, careful not to break any twigs as I walked. What I found left me with my breath suspended in my throat.
Sitting on an old tree, glowing ever so slightly, was the ghost boy, Phantom. All I saw of him was a profile, but it was enough to confirm that his eyes were indeed a vivid green color.
He seemed comfortable longed up in that tree, completely at ease. On leg hung lazily over the edge of the branch he'd perched on and the other supported what looked like a sketchbook. Normally, I would've raised an eyebrow at the thought of a ghost known for causing chaos and destruction being an artist, but I was too busy gaping at the boy's audience.
Gathered around the tree were various animals, all completely relaxed and comfortable in the presence of the undead spirit. Wild cats and dogs rested at the base of the tree, some eyeing me suspiciously but raising no alarm, and various birds, squirrels and other woodland creatures had collected on the branches of the tree, and those nearby. The bravest of which being a beautiful black falcon with golden eyes currently resting on Phantom's shoulder. I was so stunned at this sight, it took me a while to hear what the ghost was singing.
"…Show me what it's like, to be the last one standing. And teach me wrong from right, and I'll show you what I can be. Say it for me, say it to me, and I'll leave this life behind me. Say it if it's worth saving me…"
I cocked my head to listen better. He was a pretty good singer, but more then that, his voice sounded so desperate. I didn't recognize the song, but he put his soul into singing those lyrics. Like he really wanted someone, anyone to hear them…
"…Heaven's gates won't open up for me. With these broken wings I'm falling and all I see is you. These city wall ain't got no love for me. I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story andoh I scream for you…"
I felt myself relaxing a little, understanding this mysterious ghost a little better. It was stupid, I know, to think I knew him just by hearing him sing a song, but I seriously felt that this ghost wasn't evil at all. Just…
… Just lonely.
I took a step back absently, stiffening when a twig snapped under my heel. It was a soft sound, but no me it sounded more like a gunshot.
Apparently Phantom thought so, too.
Next thing I knew, I was pinned against another tree, staring into Phantom's startled green eyes.
"Sam?" He said, confused. This confused me.
"You know me?" I studied him, his face did look familiar, but I couldn't place it. Phantom turned red under my scrutiny.
"I-I heard one of the other boys call you that." Phantom stammered. Then he glared at me suspiciously, "Why are you here? Did someone send you?" Then, in an even sharper voice, he added, "You're not working for Plasmius, are you?"
"Who?" I asked, bewildered, "No one sent me! I'm not working for anyone, I don't even know who this Plasmas guy is…"
"Plasmius," Phantom corrected. I rolled my eyes.
"Plasmius," I amended, "And I'm here because I had some thinking to do, and this seemed like the best place to get it done." Phantom relaxed slightly.
"Sorry," He murmured, stepping away, "It's just… It wouldn't be the first time he's sent human ghost hunters after me…"
"I'm not a ghost hunter," I sighed. "Before I came here, I didn't even believe in ghosts." Phantom chuckled.
"Lost that fast," He muttered dryly.
"No thanks to you," I countered playfully. "Phantom, right?"
"Yeah," Phantom said. The he quickly added,"And you? I mean, it is Sam, right?"
"Yeah," I answered, "Hey, um, thanks for saving me from that dragon the other day," Phantom shrugged.
"It wasn't a big deal," He said honestly, "That Dragon's notthe toughest ghost I've ever dealt with." I smiled at him.
"So, what's with your friends?" I asked, motioning to the animals. Phantom blushed.
"Ah, animals have a higher sensitivity for ghosts," He answered, "And until humans, they can tell if a ghost is good or bad right from the start,"
"I'm guessing you're on our side, then?" I said, hesitantly petting one of the nearby dogs. His tail wagged happily.
"Yeah," Phantom said, swallowing back a lump in his throat. "Listen, I gotta go…" I hid my disappointment the best I could.
"I understand," I shrugged, "I should be getting back to my dorm anyways. It was nice talking to you, Phantom. And thanks again," Phantom smiled before disappearing right before my eyes. I smiled softly to myself, proud for making a new friend out of the mysterious ghost-boy.
I stood up as the animals dispersed, and started back to my dorm, hoping Danny wouldn't as me where I'd been and thinking up a good excuse, just in case…
WoM- Urg. I haven't been feeling well lately… 'makes face,' Ah, well. I've got a half day tomorrow, and Christmas Break starts next Friday. YAY! 'dances around then regrets it when it only upsets her stomach more.'
Oh, and for you who are wondering, the song Danny was singing is 'Savin' Me,' From the new Nickleback CD 'All the Right Reasons.' I found this song appropriate for Danny and Sam's relationship from Danny's PoV. Here's a link to the full lyrics, and I highly suggest you guys listen to the song it's self, which is beautiful.
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Questions;
I Brake For Ghosts (Really? She's gonna be a real fun character to write, since it takes her a while to get things. But still, she's sweet enough that you gotta love her! You'll find out Sam's plotting soon enough, till then I hope you enjoy the ride!)
Light Dragon SunsSong (Really? It's been a while since I've read the Lioness Quarterlet... I'll have to check that out. Oh, and Have you read the Princess Dairies books by Meg Cabot? There's way better then the Disney movie, I swear! 'Major book geek on first name basis with her librarian,'
Aida Vargas (Okay, I understood your first review, but your second one kinda lost me... Anyway, I can't apologize enough for hurting your feelings. It's been fun talking to you through e-mails, though. SORRY AGAIN!)
Ginger Guardian Angel (Sorry, not just yet! Sam's kinda onto Danny, though...)
Anne Camp aka Obi-quiet (Thanks! Don't mention it, it's actually hard to see them swearing sometimes. Yeah, language is bad around here, too. And considering I go to a public school in the Metro-Detroit area, that makes it even worse. I've learned not to mind the basic words, but sometimes it's downright vulgar by ANYBODY'S standards. 'giggles' Yeah, She's definately my favorite teacher! It makes it even better, though, that she teaches Comic Illustration, one of the most awesome art classes ever!)
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starrobin4eva (Thank you. Yes, there will be masks and you're not the first person to applaude the deadline. Clearly that was one of my rare good ideas on my part 'pats self on back,')
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Next update;
December 13th
See you then!
