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Post by WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON on May 27, 2015 22:36:17 GMT
| Wilbur wasn't too upset when the teacher handed him a detention slip. Just another piece of paper to add to the pile. Was it really his fault that the paper wad missed the trash and caused a bunch of other students to try making the basket from their seats? No. He didn't expect them to become a bunch of followers. To be honest, this wasn't even worthy of a detention but Wilbur was convinced his teacher was after him. She made any excuse to make Wilbur leave, it seemed.
Without much hesitation, Wilbur picked up his books and headed to the door. "Later, losers." He joked, as he looked at the class while kicking open the door with his foot. "Wilbur! Just leave!" His teacher yelled from the front of class. He simply shrugged and slipped out into the hall where he realised he nearly hit a student who was walking.
"Oh hey, sorry about that." Wilbur said plainly, he wasn't looking forward to sitting in the detention room for the fourth time this week.
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Post by DASHIELL "DASH" PARR on May 27, 2015 22:47:55 GMT
a falling star fell from your heart. Grumbling insults underneath his breath, Dash scoffed as he stepped out of the nurse's office with new clothes on, along with his emergency hood. Here's the story: So Dash was outside with class again, and he was trying to talk Caddie up about the Putt-Putt hangout that he set up for him, but of course his arch nemisis, Mr. Kropp had stomped over, demanding he be quiet. Now Mr. Kropp is an angry man in general, this is true, but today he seemed especially upset. He even looked a bit dangerous. So to be considerate, Dash had managed to turn the sprinklers on in the school yard. While Mr. Kropp was in the middle, giving some sort of demonstration. Least to say, after a very long lecture from the Principal in soaking wet clothes, the teen was sent to the nurse to change clothes then head to detention, where he would have to wait for Ellen to pick him up. Great. Pulling at the sleeves of his long red hoodie, Dash squirmed as he tried his best to get comfortable in the hood he brought to school when he was 15. Even if that was a year ago, Dash had grown several inches. Things weren't so simple anymore. Dash looked up from his grumbling, as he rammed into another body. Dash flew out to hold the wall, saving him from a nasty fall into tile. The boy released a sigh of relief, patting his chest before looking at the other guy. "Are you okay, man?" |
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Post by WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON on May 29, 2015 22:32:04 GMT
| The boy he almost hit reacted pretty quickly, which was good for him seeing as how Wilbur just walked right on out without a care in the world. Are you okay, man? Wilbur nodded, "Yea, you?" He pointed back at him, he did feel a little guilty for nearly causing an innocent bystander any harm. Wilbur examined the guy, he seemed to be alright besides wearing a hoody that was clearly too small for him. His hair also seemed to be damp.
"What's up with your hoodie?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow at him. Was this boy going to detention too? Oh please say yes, he would love to hear a better story than being sent out for disrupting class with paper balls. Wilbur's lips curled in a smug smile. "You're going to detention, too?"
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Post by DASHIELL "DASH" PARR on May 29, 2015 22:38:58 GMT
a falling star fell from your heart. Dash nodded, glad the boy wasn't hurt, before taking the moment to look down at himself. Yep, the hoodie was obvious. Dash sighed, shaking his head in disdain, his fingers finding the bridge of his nose. 'Yeah, I am. Ignore the hoodie, you can blame Mr. Kropp for that." Dash stopped when he felt a pair of eyes on him, and turned to see the Headmaster glaring at him. The teenager rolled his eyes. "Mind walking with me there? I think the headmaster is afraid I'm gonna accidentally drown the school." Dash asked with sarcasm, ignoring the urge to send the headmaster a very rude verbal message, and instead paying attention to the shorter brunette. "How'd you get in there anyway? That room's been mine since freshmen year." |
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Post by WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON on Jun 3, 2015 9:19:34 GMT
| The shorter boy looked in the direction his new friend looked only to see Mr. Kropp watching them. Automatically Wilbur rolled his eyes and rolled his head to the side as he turned away from the headmaster. "Yea, man. Let's go- Wait, what?" Wilbur paused for a moment before it clicked. The small hoodie and his damp hair was because this boy had caused more trouble than he. Honestly that wasn't too hard considering that Wilbur was sent out for something so childish.
The sprinklers inside hadn't gone off - everyone in the school would have known about it, clearly - so it must have been the sprinklers outside. A smile crept across Wilbur's face, he was talking to a real trouble maker. "Sprinklers?" He nodded in approval.
The taller boy asked Wilbur why he was in trouble and told him the detention room had been his for years. "What?" Wilbur exclaimed, "Your room? It's been my room since my first day." The boy gave his acquaintance a smug half smile before allowing it to fade. "I didn't do anything wrong. My teachers are after me."
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Post by DASHIELL "DASH" PARR on Jun 3, 2015 16:04:44 GMT
a falling star fell from your heart. Dash scoffed at the boy. "No way. I have my name carved on every single chair in here. I own this place." The room was empty for now-not a smart move on the school's part, but whatever. Dash grabbed a chair by the window and sat down. "Preach. I think the teacher's have their own burn book, and they just plot how to get rid of the kids they don't like." But out of all his teachers, Mr. Kropp was the worse. Dash didn't even understand why the guy hated him? Ever since the first day Ellen walked him here, the guy just had it in for him. "But do you have Mr. Kropp? The guy hates me with all his guts. All because I try to make his life easier. He looks a bit heated, I turn on the sprinklers to cool him down. He says his chair is comfortable, I break the chair so he doesn't have to sit in it. He's just plain ungrateful." Dash proclaimed as he shook his head in disbelief. Leaning his chair back against the wall, Dash kicked his feet up on a neighboring seat as he tossed a paper ball in the air. "The name's Dash Parr. Nice to meet you, my fellow believer." |
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