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Elliott, I LOVE PHINEAS AND FERB.
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Sep 29, 2010 07:30PM

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Matt walked as fast as he could to his next class- there was a rule about running in the halls- and opened the door quietly, hoping his teacher wouldn't notice he was late. His teacher noticed.
Matt was having a mental freakout. What would his mom say when she found out he got a tardy? What if this was just a long string of tardies to come? What if he got expelled? What if he was arrested? This was not good.
((hehe, I just thought of a scene for my NaNo from this.))
((hehe, I just thought of a scene for my NaNo from this.))
((really?))
((hahahah. Matt makes me chuckle. Thinking about being arrested, all because of one tardy. Goes to show what happens when you think too much on one thing. :P))
Sawyer obediently copied her notes and then skipped most of the class, wandering the halls aimlessly.
((hahahah. Matt makes me chuckle. Thinking about being arrested, all because of one tardy. Goes to show what happens when you think too much on one thing. :P))
Sawyer obediently copied her notes and then skipped most of the class, wandering the halls aimlessly.
((Matt is a hardcore goody-two-shoes.))
((The scene is that he is late to a class because of Henri and then he starts freaking out and jumping to the worst case scenario.))
Matt chewed on his pencil.
((The scene is that he is late to a class because of Henri and then he starts freaking out and jumping to the worst case scenario.))
Matt chewed on his pencil.
((I know. It makes him so cute. :D))
She eventually found her locker and spun the lock a few times, stopping on various numbers until it clicked open. She pulled it out and opened the door, shoving her bag in and leaving herself with only her worn black --now almost grey with use-- fabric bound notebook and a black calligraphy pen. She slipped outside.
((what season is it?))
She eventually found her locker and spun the lock a few times, stopping on various numbers until it clicked open. She pulled it out and opened the door, shoving her bag in and leaving herself with only her worn black --now almost grey with use-- fabric bound notebook and a black calligraphy pen. She slipped outside.
((what season is it?))
((Late summer, beginning of school, I think.))
Matt tried to calm down. "It's just a tardy," he said quietly to himself. "Just one tardy."
"Excuse me, Mr. Lawrence?" the teacher said. "Do you need to announce something to the class?"
"Um, no," Matt said, digging into his pencil with his nails.
"Then please keep your mouth shut," she said, as she wrote his name on the board.
Matt tried to calm down. "It's just a tardy," he said quietly to himself. "Just one tardy."
"Excuse me, Mr. Lawrence?" the teacher said. "Do you need to announce something to the class?"
"Um, no," Matt said, digging into his pencil with his nails.
"Then please keep your mouth shut," she said, as she wrote his name on the board.
((oh wow I'm dumb. *facepalm* I forgot it was the beginning of school. Thanks))
((oh poor Matt!))
Sawyer sneaked over to a pretty robust tree and sank to a sitting position with her back pressed against the bark of it. She opened her notebook and began to write with abandon, tears stinging her eyes but not falling.
((oh poor Matt!))
Sawyer sneaked over to a pretty robust tree and sank to a sitting position with her back pressed against the bark of it. She opened her notebook and began to write with abandon, tears stinging her eyes but not falling.
"But I wasn't talking to anyone!" Matt said. "I was just talking to myself!"
Snickers could be heard across the room, and Matt's face flushed red.
"Are you talking back to me?" the teacher said, glaring at Matt.
"No, ma'am!" he squeaked out.
She put a check next to his name.
Snickers could be heard across the room, and Matt's face flushed red.
"Are you talking back to me?" the teacher said, glaring at Matt.
"No, ma'am!" he squeaked out.
She put a check next to his name.
((Matt! You're digging your own grave!))
She let her head fall back against the tree, watching the way the sunlight filtered through the leaves like light through stained glass or the tissue paper projects of a kindergarten class. She didn't smile at the memories it brought, as all they did was stab her heart.
She let her head fall back against the tree, watching the way the sunlight filtered through the leaves like light through stained glass or the tissue paper projects of a kindergarten class. She didn't smile at the memories it brought, as all they did was stab her heart.
((Hehehehehe. I can't wait until I actually get to write this scene. It's going to be great. Poor, poor, Matthew...))
"A check mark?" Matt said. "I can't get a check mark! I didn't do anything!"
"Don't take on that sarcastic, snotty tone with me," the teacher said.
"I wasn't being..." Matt shut his mouth when he saw her face.
"To the principal's office," she said crisply.
"A check mark?" Matt said. "I can't get a check mark! I didn't do anything!"
"Don't take on that sarcastic, snotty tone with me," the teacher said.
"I wasn't being..." Matt shut his mouth when he saw her face.
"To the principal's office," she said crisply.
((I feel bad for him already. :D))
((AGH!))
Sawyer closed her eyes and wished silently for the quiet peace of home.
((AGH!))
Sawyer closed her eyes and wished silently for the quiet peace of home.
Matt bit his lip and stood up.
"Have fun with your mommy," one of the boys said, snarkily.
Matt didn't wait to see the surprise in the new teacher's eyes as he left the classroom and headed towards the office.
"Have fun with your mommy," one of the boys said, snarkily.
Matt didn't wait to see the surprise in the new teacher's eyes as he left the classroom and headed towards the office.
Matt was about to walk into his mom's office when she stepped out the door, a phone in her hand. She smiled at Matt and held up a finger.
((Oh. My. Gosh. The principal's his mom!?))
She stood up and clutched her book and pen to her chest, calculating exactly how long it would take her to walk home. As if her mother would care if she skipped almost a whole day of school.
She stood up and clutched her book and pen to her chest, calculating exactly how long it would take her to walk home. As if her mother would care if she skipped almost a whole day of school.
((Yes ma'am! :))
He waited patiently as she carried out a lengthy conversation. He wondered if she could tell he was sweating through his shirt.
He waited patiently as she carried out a lengthy conversation. He wondered if she could tell he was sweating through his shirt.
((ack, poor, poor, poor Matt!))
Sawyer didn't bother with going all the way back to her locker and retrieving her bag: she just started off in the direction of home and took her sweet time.
Sawyer didn't bother with going all the way back to her locker and retrieving her bag: she just started off in the direction of home and took her sweet time.
"So, bud, what's up?" Mrs. Lawrence, Matt's mom, said once she had pocketed her phone. "How's your first day going?"
"Okay," Matt said nervously. "But I..."
"Okay," Matt said nervously. "But I..."
((*chuckles*))
She was not even surprised that no one had tried to make her stay. In a weird and oddly detached way, she had actually hoped someone would.
She was not even surprised that no one had tried to make her stay. In a weird and oddly detached way, she had actually hoped someone would.
She kept her head down as she walked, eyes narrowed, steps quiet. The path she walked along was dirty and well-trodden. It was logical to assume it was a well-used path that saw a lot of visitors. And, well, if she wrong? What would it really matter anyway.
"Matt?" he heard his mom's voice from the other side of the door. He groaned and stepped out. That was a stupid plan.

((I'll be playing in a consort tonight from 6:30 until 9, so I should be able to RP by 9:30 BST or so.))
"Can we talk after school?" she said, barely looking at him. "I have a lot to get done."
"But I..." Matt started to say, but she had already walked back to her office and shut the door.
He stood in the hallway, not sure what to do.
"But I..." Matt started to say, but she had already walked back to her office and shut the door.
He stood in the hallway, not sure what to do.
Sawyer, when she got to her house, veered to the left of it and dashed towards her old tree house. She climbed up and slung her legs over the edge, looking down at the ground, remembering old times. Back when this was just a vacation house and not my home.

"Just walk down the hall and then turn left. The front doors are right there," Matt said. "But school isn't over yet, and you can't just leave campus randomly."
"Probably," Matt said. "But it depends on what you want to get out of or add. You could talk to my mom, er, the principal, if you want."
((Awesome! You are very welcome. Roleplaying with characters from my stories always gives me so many ideas. It's great.))
"Really? Who's your dad?" Matt said, wondering how he didn't know about one of his teacher's daughters. He'd been to pretty much every single teachers house and they'd all been to his with their families at least once.
"Really? Who's your dad?" Matt said, wondering how he didn't know about one of his teacher's daughters. He'd been to pretty much every single teachers house and they'd all been to his with their families at least once.
"Africa?" Matt said, a little bit distracted from his current situation. "Have you ever been there?"

"That's really interesting!" Matt said. He had done a report on Africa in 7th grade, and he wanted to go there as a missionary for a year during college.
"Really?" Matt said, his eyes lighting up. "I want to go there as a missionary sometime! It'd be so cool. Ah! You're so lucky! What's it like in Africa?"
Matt saw Catie pull out a journal out of the corner of his eye. He almost asked her what she was writing, but what had happened in last period stopped him.
((Sawyer's at home right? Or somewhere outside?))
He fidgeted through the next class and then headed to lunch. He'd sat down at an empty table in the cafeteria, when he realized had had forgotten a lunch. He could borrow money from his mom... but that would involve talking to her.
He fidgeted through the next class and then headed to lunch. He'd sat down at an empty table in the cafeteria, when he realized had had forgotten a lunch. He could borrow money from his mom... but that would involve talking to her.
He headed to her office, but the lump in his throat would've prevented him from talking to her anyways. He looked around to make sure nobody saw him, and slipped outside, to get some fresh air before his next class, which he vowed not to be late to.
((Kenny! Would you like to do me a huge favor and read these poems? http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...))