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So, today's is a little shorter because I have soccer practice and homework to do, and I am not allowed to the computer after nine (I know it's early) so I have to do it before soccer practice. It might also be a little lacking in quality or grammar because I do not have time to go over it for errors. Thanks for being understanding.

Thanks everyone for the reviews! I really appreciate all the feedback, and please keep giving it to me!

Today's word was normal too. Odd.

Anyway, here's the fifth installment! Fifth! FIFTH!!

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Umbrella

Lyn sprinted through the rain, books held over her head in a fruitless attempt to shield herself from the water. She was so focused on getting somewhere dry that she almost smashed into the closed door of the trailer. Frustrated, she rested her books against her hip and threw open the door with a loud bang. Everyone's eyes turned to her.

Her hair was plastered to her face and shoulders, dripping into a large puddle at her feet. Slamming her books on her desk, she grasped the bottom of her shirt and twisted, wringing out a large splash of water. Mr. Paladin gasped, his mouth gaping open like a fish.

"Ms. Lorca! If you could step outside to do that!" he begged, wincing at the growing puddle on the floor. "Plea…" he cowed at the poisonous look she shot him.

"I would do it outside," she hissed at him. "But it happens to be raining!"

"Yes, yes," he muttered, before clearing his throat. "Lowen!"

"Yes sir!" the boy exclaimed, jumping up from his chair, which knocked it over in the process. Fiora reached over and stood it back up with a sigh.

"Go fetch some towels for Ms. Lorca!"

"Yes sir!" he cried, hurtling out of the classroom and slamming the door behind him. Lyn plopped down at her desk with an exasperated sigh.

"Didn't you bring an umbrella?" Kent asked, not looking up from his notes. Lyn pried a few pieces of hair off her face and nodded.

"Florina didn't bring one, so I lent mine to her. She has more classes outdoors and gets sick easier," she responded. Hector grinned from her other side.

"You've never been sick in your life have you?" he asked, shaking his head before turning to Eliwood with a slight smile. "Well, besides that one time…"

Eliwood colored and looked away. "I warned you guys that it wasn't very good, but you ate it anyways!" Lyn grinned, but before she could say anything, Kent cut in.

"That's just because we thought you were being modest as usual. Unfortunately, we seemed to have been mistaken."

Lyn thumped him on the back, laughing. "Took the words right out of my mouth!"

There was an awkward pause in which they realized that everyone was staring at them, and Mr. Paladin was standing right over them, glaring. They all shrunk into their seats a little bit, except Kent, who merely glanced up, then back down to his work.

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell us?" he asked, dangerously. Hector nodded and stood up.

"I would just like to warm you all, not to eat Eliwood's cooking. You will throw up continuously for the next few days. Thank you!" he sat back down to scattered applause that stopped quickly after noticing their teacher's murderous look.

"OSTIA!" he roared. "Get to the office!"

Hector bounced back up from his seat with a salute. "Yes sir!"

With that, he opened his umbrella and took off into the rain. Mr. Paladin threw a worksheet at Lyn's head with an annoyed, "Just do it," before settling back into his desk, mumbling to himself.

"How many times has he been sent this week?" Lyn whispered across the table to Eliwood, who rolled his eyes. Eliwood and Hector had almost every class together.

"Five so far as I know, but that's pretty good for it being Wednesday already," he muttered back. Lyn chuckled softly, glancing at Mr. Paladin nervously. He wasn't paying much attention, too busy clicking his mouse viciously to get out his anger. She turned back to Eliwood, noticing that the worksheet her teacher had given her was already sodden.

"How's it going with Ninian?" she murmured, to which Eliwood choked and started to cough violently. She sat back in her chair quickly and regarded the work in front of her as the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. Only after a few minutes had passed did she dare look back up. She smiled to show she was still awaiting the answer to her question.

"She's avoiding me," he admitted, not maintaining eye contact. "I haven't talked to her since two weeks ago."

"I'm sorry about that," she responded. "But 'the course of true love never did run smooth.'"

"Sain is beginning to finally rub off on you," Kent breathed in a worried tone. "I don't know what to expect from this."

She elbowed him. "I've been in theatre just as long as he has. It's got nothing to do with him; we're just doing A Midsummer Night's Dream right now!"

"Uh-huh," Kent said, just as the bell rang. The previously subdued classroom escalated into a bustling hubbub as the thirty-something student all tried to file out the door and open their umbrellas at once. Lyn sighed, seeing that Lowen hadn't managed to bring towels in time.

"He probably crashed into someone and is getting a talking to," she said to Kent, who seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. "I never thought I'd say this, but I really don't want to leave this classroom. I'm not even dry yet!"

The only response she got to this was a simple black umbrella thrust under her nose. She glanced at Kent who was looking away with a bit of red tainting his cheeks. Not bothering to ask if he was sure, because he wouldn't have offered if he wasn't, she took it without complaint.

"Thanks Kent!" she exclaimed, hugging the umbrella to her chest. "You're the best! I'll give it back after school, okay?"

She hesitated for a moment, before giving him a brief one armed hug and a kiss on the cheek and bolting out off the trailer, knocking over Heath in her haste. That of course, caused a domino effect of people falling down until there was just a mass pile of people. She could here Heath from the very bottom of the pile screaming after her as she whisked around the corner.

She stayed there for a moment, one hand on her chest and a silly smile on her face, umbrella unopened at her side. Then she laughed at herself, pushed open the umbrella and ran for the doors of the main building.

Kent was such a good guy.

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Hee hee. I think I fail as writing as Kent. I know he's supposed to be all Mr. Serious, but I have trouble with that somehow.

BUT! That's okay because I will get better eventually! Hopefully. Maybe.

Please review, alright? It's your way of showing that you care. My way is just updating and giving you electronic pats on the back.

Did you feel the one I gave you right now? No?

Darn. It doesn't work.

I'll see you all tomorrow!

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