16 Feb, Class Time, Classroom 2-2
I know I shouldn't have expected Kurosaki to just leave the cockroach episode.
Though goodness knows how his puny little brain actually thought of a scheme like that.
Yeah, so as I was coming back from recess today, I noted that the door was only slightly ajar instead of wide open. Also, I heard whispers of "He's here!"
Suspicious, right?
Right.
So being cautious, I grabbed a broomstick and prodded the door open. A bucket of blue paint crashed down from the door and splatted on the floor in front of me.
"Oh crap! It missed him!"
Kurosaki's voice. Hmm, expected.
Then I walked in, and the unexpected happened.
Kurosaki had a back-up plan.
Paint bombs.
So about five seconds later, I stormed out of the classroom covered head to toe in splotches of black paint. Luckily, most of the paint managed to wash off, and Mom was paranoid enough to chuck me a spare uniform 'just in case you get dirty'.
My hair is STILL wet.
I seriously need revenge.
I'm thinking bubblegum.