The third week of school was going by a lot quicker than the first two. Most of the students haven’t even bother showing up to class. They’re going to look real dumb if they can’t last through till the end of the semester.
“A little less than a week to go before the divorce option becomes available students,” Mrs. Sorun broadcasted to the few of us who actually showed up on that Wednesday. “How have you been holding up this far in the game?”
I thought I was the only one having it bad. Half of the fake couples were complaining; gladly expressing the hatred they had for one another.
“My partner been acting like a real bitch!” a guy named Derrick grouchily announced. “She won’t give it up!”
“How many times do I have to tell your ass; I’m not interested in you!” his partner, Jessica, argued.
“What about you, Miss Ariana?” Mrs. Sorun slyly asked, her devilish blue eyes glancing over at me as she spoke. “How has my Tre been behaving while I’m not around?” “Don’t make it sound like I’m in your procession!” I hurled a pencil at her head, which somehow she managed to snag with one hand. This lady never ceases to amaze me. “He’s been his usual self up to this point,” Ariana reported, casually flipping through one of the classroom encyclopedias. I told her they can get addicting. “Nothing out of the ordinary to complain about; except the fact his behavior might be diminishing a little. All in all, he’s far from being the ideal partner I had imagined. Sorry Tre.” “Apology not accepted!” I glared at her and snapped. “Who trashes someone and then tries to cover it up with a sorry?” “Sorry, but I was just giving her my honest opinion on you from our two weeks spent together.” “Mrs. Sorun would you like to here my two-week report on Ariana?” I raised my hand and asked, getting ready to spit out an abundant of lies. “There’s hell of juicy information I can tell about her. “No,” she smirked. “Why not?” “Because it will probably be filled with lies and nonsense about how I took you home one day, tied you up to the bed and forcefully had my way with you.” “How the hell did you come to that conclusion?!” Man she’s reading my mind down to the very last detail. Except she managed to mix herself up with Ariana. “Mrs. Sorun, he hasn’t even asked me out yet,” Ariana snitched, closing the encyclopedia and sitting it to the side. “So far, I’ve been the only one suggesting, planning and executing our dates. Doesn’t that seem somewhat unfair.” “You’re snitching now! What happened to Little Miss Princess who could do no wrong?” “That’s horrible Tre,” Mrs. Sorun scolded, wagging her retarded finger at me. “What kind of man are you to let poor Ariana ask you out all the time?” “I didn’t know it was possible for a dog to be a human male,” Monster butted in, although, and like always, NO ONE WAS TALKING TO HER!!! “Please be nice, …show more content…
“It’s taste better when it’s warm, so you better hurry up and eat it,” I warned, tired of seeing her play around with the thing.
She finally broke a tiny piece off; slowly placing it in her mouth. “OMG! This has got to be the best thing I have ever tasted!” she praised, eyes lit up brighter than the sun. A tiny piece soon turned into a regular size one, which soon turned into a huge chunk. “Its just so good!”
“You’re exaggerating,” I uttered, slowly breaking a piece off. “It’s not that good.” I could tell these weren’t freshly made (microwaved?), which takes the experience of eating them down a few points. But, since this is her first time tasting one she wouldn’t know any better.
“Can I have yours then?” she begged, sadden at the fact she was now funnel cakeless…?
Her funnel cake, literally, disappeared in the matter of seconds and I didn’t notice. Where the hell did it go that fast? “I can just buy you another one,” I offered, pulling my wallet back out.
“Will you?”
“Sure. Get as many as you want.”
“We’ll take five, please.” Greedy
“A little less than a week to go before the divorce option becomes available students,” Mrs. Sorun broadcasted to the few of us who actually showed up on that Wednesday. “How have you been holding up this far in the game?”
I thought I was the only one having it bad. Half of the fake couples were complaining; gladly expressing the hatred they had for one another.
“My partner been acting like a real bitch!” a guy named Derrick grouchily announced. “She won’t give it up!”
“How many times do I have to tell your ass; I’m not interested in you!” his partner, Jessica, argued.
“What about you, Miss Ariana?” Mrs. Sorun slyly asked, her devilish blue eyes glancing over at me as she spoke. “How has my Tre been behaving while I’m not around?” “Don’t make it sound like I’m in your procession!” I hurled a pencil at her head, which somehow she managed to snag with one hand. This lady never ceases to amaze me. “He’s been his usual self up to this point,” Ariana reported, casually flipping through one of the classroom encyclopedias. I told her they can get addicting. “Nothing out of the ordinary to complain about; except the fact his behavior might be diminishing a little. All in all, he’s far from being the ideal partner I had imagined. Sorry Tre.” “Apology not accepted!” I glared at her and snapped. “Who trashes someone and then tries to cover it up with a sorry?” “Sorry, but I was just giving her my honest opinion on you from our two weeks spent together.” “Mrs. Sorun would you like to here my two-week report on Ariana?” I raised my hand and asked, getting ready to spit out an abundant of lies. “There’s hell of juicy information I can tell about her. “No,” she smirked. “Why not?” “Because it will probably be filled with lies and nonsense about how I took you home one day, tied you up to the bed and forcefully had my way with you.” “How the hell did you come to that conclusion?!” Man she’s reading my mind down to the very last detail. Except she managed to mix herself up with Ariana. “Mrs. Sorun, he hasn’t even asked me out yet,” Ariana snitched, closing the encyclopedia and sitting it to the side. “So far, I’ve been the only one suggesting, planning and executing our dates. Doesn’t that seem somewhat unfair.” “You’re snitching now! What happened to Little Miss Princess who could do no wrong?” “That’s horrible Tre,” Mrs. Sorun scolded, wagging her retarded finger at me. “What kind of man are you to let poor Ariana ask you out all the time?” “I didn’t know it was possible for a dog to be a human male,” Monster butted in, although, and like always, NO ONE WAS TALKING TO HER!!! “Please be nice, …show more content…
“It’s taste better when it’s warm, so you better hurry up and eat it,” I warned, tired of seeing her play around with the thing.
She finally broke a tiny piece off; slowly placing it in her mouth. “OMG! This has got to be the best thing I have ever tasted!” she praised, eyes lit up brighter than the sun. A tiny piece soon turned into a regular size one, which soon turned into a huge chunk. “Its just so good!”
“You’re exaggerating,” I uttered, slowly breaking a piece off. “It’s not that good.” I could tell these weren’t freshly made (microwaved?), which takes the experience of eating them down a few points. But, since this is her first time tasting one she wouldn’t know any better.
“Can I have yours then?” she begged, sadden at the fact she was now funnel cakeless…?
Her funnel cake, literally, disappeared in the matter of seconds and I didn’t notice. Where the hell did it go that fast? “I can just buy you another one,” I offered, pulling my wallet back out.
“Will you?”
“Sure. Get as many as you want.”
“We’ll take five, please.” Greedy