@ThatOneOddBall Sounds like a plan to me :-) I love learning about that kind of stuff, actually- as long as I don't have to sit still while doing it. @ShadowWolf I tend to fend for myself with eggs and grilled cheese, because I mess up everything else. Cooking is def. not my superpower. xD @BlingBling Welcome back! An accurate word, but it does tend to look a bit better from behind a lens, at least.
Sawyer glances over towards the ticking clock, which seems to be dragging on, despite the fact that class is simultaneously speeding by, thanks to the distraction of her fellow CHAT users. She had found the sight at school, actually, after getting a lunch detention for trying to break up a fight and, in the act, breaking another kid's skateboard. Well, he had deserved it- she hates it when kids pick on the freshies, after all. Luckily, no one thinks much of it because Sawyer, while not necessarily popular, is known around school well enough. She's the sort of drifter who can sit at most lunch tables without a problem, and can go to parties without being laughed at. Not an athlete or a prep, but deemed reasonable cool by enough people to get by. It helps that she likes to paint nails, a hobby more girlish than what one might expect out of her, and this draws the attention of some girls from the top of the food chain, who enlist her to paint things like sunsets and miniature cartoons on their nails. It keeps her afloat in the political mess that is High School, anyway. She glances at ThatOneOddBall's message of victory and laughs softly, drawing a few brief glances before everyone turns their attention back to whatever they have been doing.
Huzzah! Stickin' it to the man, then? Keeping points, I see. 10 for Ravenclaw! Or whatever house, I guess. @LuckyMe Aw, shucks, and you gave a winky face to lil' ole me? I'm honored @ShadowWolf Well, that's what happens when you guys make my brain implode from brilliant strangeness.
The clock continues to tick on, timing the minutes until the bell rings and Sawyer can leave for her English class. Of course, after that is Lunch, then Jazz Band, Photography, Calculus, and a day ended with AP art. If it weren't for Calculus, she would have adored her afternoon schedule, but as it is she dreads it slightly. Still, she couldn't exactly not take it- she had to have all the required credits, and even schools she had applied to might have raised their eyebrows at a schedule that seems to hint at senioritis. The weather outside is stunning, and this only makes her antsier for the school day to be over, or at least for lunch to come along- that way she can go eat outside or something. Even in photography, she can at least opt to somehow incorporate going outdoors into her project, and make it out of these caging walls. As it is, though, she is doomed to wait- at least for now.
@QB And that is all that is wrong with the world- the lack of food transportalizers. @Luckyme What? You guys didn't invite us?
The teacher glances over at Sawyer sharply, asking something in a strict tone. She's asking if Sawyer is on her phone right now, because she doesn't like students to be on their phones during study hall. Sawyer takes on a look of complete innocence, shaking her head and saying that she doesn't have her phone for the moment. Surprisingly easily placated, the teacher turns back towards the scrawny kid she's working with right now. The coast clear, the girl looks back to her phone.
@QB Sorry to break it to you, buddy, but from what you've said, I'm afraid you might be one of them.
The first step is admitting you have a problem. :-)