Homecoming Might (ON HOLD)

~Chapter Three~

A/N~Humor #562 and Teen Fiction #912. That's gotta mean something right? Haha anyway, I'm really happy right now that people are actually reading this story, you have no idea how much it means! And I know it's been a while since I've last updated, and I'm really sorry about that. I guess I finally decided to kick procrastinaton and writers block in the face and just write the dang chapter! So here you go! (Vomment=vote and comment:))

 

Also, I dedicated the chapter to ____You____ because she's commented and voted on basically everything I've put in here, thanks! I've been meaning to dedicate something to you for a while, so here you go!:)

WARNING: only semi-edited

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Homecoming Might

Chapter Three

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"Inconceivable!"  

-Princess Bride:)

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So there I was. Miss Sass's room. Funny, how I figured out a way to end up here, of all places. I guess when you think about it, I mean really think about it, it does kind if make sense. That teacher has had it out for me since the day I set foot in this building! Feelings like that tend to result in a fair few detentions. But now? Seriously?

"Mr. Lee!" She barked. Oliver froze in his seat. The poor kid has always been a bit...um...'hesitant' around Miss Sass.

"Y...Yes Miss Sass?" He asked in the most polite voice possible. The teacher sneered into her grading book before replying.

"Fetch me a coffee, would ya?" Her face was still buried in the grading book, but her hands were flinging wildly around, grabbing at random pens and sending stray papers flying to the ground.

"From the teacher's lounge?" He asked excitedly. Oh come on, haven't you ever wanted to set a foot in the teacher's lounge? Even if it was probably nothing much more then a microwave and some used furniture, there was something secretive about it. Something special.

"Yes, the teacher's lounge. Where did you think I was going to send you, Mr. Greene's?" She burst out in a series of hearty laughs.

"Just don't poison the thing, here me boy?" Oliver nodded and rushed out of the classroom, leaving me alone with the devil-woman.

~Two Hours Earlier~

I was exhausted. Absolutely, positively, exhausted. The night lasted forever, complete with sweaty football players and their skinny cheer leading girlfriends. Not to mention the fact that we lost the freaking game! I yawned loudly and cracked open my locker. Not that I particularly cared all that much, football was never really my thing.

"God, I hate French class!" Tory hissed beside me. I smirked into my locker.

"Then why did you take it?" Once I found my favorite red binder, I shoved a fresh package of red paper into it's core.

"You know perfectly well why I'm forced to take a motherfreaking useless language! My mother, that's who!" She shrieked, brown eyes narrowed into a frown.

"OK, alright! Just saying, German is a whole lot more fun - "

"Please don't mock me Lotus."

"OK, OK." The two of us slammed our lockers shut.