A/N: YO! So, my family and I are going camping this weekend, leaving tomorrow (Friday,) afternoon… So don't expect any updates over the weekend. Not that you would, anyway. I've been very naughty about updating. (Icyblackhandofdeath: Hypocrite.) (Me: I know.)
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It was mid-morning on a beautiful Thursday. (Read: Overcast and 30 degrees F.) Most of the eighth grade class was currently working on a class assignment in English, and the other part was finished, bored, and twiddling their thumbs. All except L. No, he was crouching on his chair, completely engrossed in whatever he was reading. The teacher had long ago stopped trying to get L to sit properly, let alone give out a proper name.
Near was sitting nearby (Ha! A pun!), absently doodling in his English notebook. He had finished sketching the antenna on a robot when he heard the scrape of a chair on the floor, indicating that someone had left their desk. Near glanced up, and saw L walking over to the teacher's desk, presumably to ask the teacher something.
"Excuse me," L began, "May I utilize the restroom facilities?" The teacher's eyebrow shot up, as well as Near's.
The teacher nodded curtly, and L sauntered out into the hallway.
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Blame my sister. She came up with the idea.