Some 7th grader was running through the halls at the end of school as I was coming out of my classroom. I had just slung my camo mail-bag over my right shoulder lazily, almost hitting Chris with it.
"I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THAT!" The 7th grader yelled down the hall at the fat boy running ahead of him with hazelnut coloured hair and big blue eyes that shone with fear. The skinny, angry red-headed kid with beautiful rainbow eyes kept running after him, his almost shoulder-length messy hair flowing behind him like in Baywatch.
As soon as I noticed where he was running to in the hallway, it was too late. The citrus-haired boy ran straight into me, his head clashing into my chest, forcing me to jam my side forcefully into the gold-painted metal doorknob.
"AH, s**t! ********!" I yelled at the air as I collapsed to the floor, pushing the Citrus-haired boy off of me.
"I'm so sorry, Eighth grader! I didn't mean to run into you, I'm not usually this clumbsy... I'm so sorry, are you alright??" He asked with his strangly deep voice, standing up and holding out a hand to me.
I ignored his polite hand-gesture and stood up on my own, slinging my mail-bag over my shouler again angrily, "Whatever, forget about it. I'm fine." I murmured carelessly.
The other kid joined in, trying to walk beside me at my pace but failing miserably. "I'm sorry too, it's my fault..." He said.
I was tempted to knock him over onto the pair of random scissors laying on the hallway pannels, but I held it back, walking out the doors to the parking lot to go find my dad.
...^ ^ I'm boorreeedd... whee
 Hato Bakufu · Fri Aug 29, 2008 @ 09:49pm · 2 Comments |
