Post by Sage Lambert on Nov 28, 2006 16:51:05 GMT -5
Would the Geometry II teacher mind Sage was totally skipping his class? Hah. Of course not! The slightly sketchy guy with his receding hair line barely paid attention anyway. You could probably pull out a cigarette and light up and he wouldn’t notice… Okay. That miiiight be a stretch. But the guy failed to take roll 90% of the time. And hopefully, today wasn’t in that 10% where he called out each students named. Last Name, First Name; each dragged out in that monotonous Ferris Bueller’s teacher–esque voice.
Geometry II was definitely not Sage’s favorite class.
It’s not like she skipped all the time. In fact, this was probably the first time in three years she didn’t show to one of her classes. Sage might hate her parents for pushing academics so much, but she did try to do her best…when she wasn’t out having a SOCIAL LIFE. As much as mom and dad may like her to come home, do homework, study, read the dictionary and then the encyclopedia, Sage was going to be Sage. And that meant throwing caution ( and school work ) to the wind and just have a good time. Life was too short for no fun, right?
She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, trying ( in vain ) to protect herself from the surprisingly cold burst of wind that was currently whipping her glossy red hair about. The v-neck cashmere sweater didn’t keep her warm enough and the True Religions on her legs would need to be replaced with fleece to keep her from shivering. ‘Style over comfort, my ass.’ Sage rolled her pale blue eyes, combing through her hair with shamrock green painted nails.
Next time she decided to skip class; she’d go to the cafeteria, not the courtyard.
Geometry II was definitely not Sage’s favorite class.
It’s not like she skipped all the time. In fact, this was probably the first time in three years she didn’t show to one of her classes. Sage might hate her parents for pushing academics so much, but she did try to do her best…when she wasn’t out having a SOCIAL LIFE. As much as mom and dad may like her to come home, do homework, study, read the dictionary and then the encyclopedia, Sage was going to be Sage. And that meant throwing caution ( and school work ) to the wind and just have a good time. Life was too short for no fun, right?
She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, trying ( in vain ) to protect herself from the surprisingly cold burst of wind that was currently whipping her glossy red hair about. The v-neck cashmere sweater didn’t keep her warm enough and the True Religions on her legs would need to be replaced with fleece to keep her from shivering. ‘Style over comfort, my ass.’ Sage rolled her pale blue eyes, combing through her hair with shamrock green painted nails.
Next time she decided to skip class; she’d go to the cafeteria, not the courtyard.
