Study Hall -- Tuesday, October 11th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah leans back in her chair, a dartboard set on the far wall that she's lazily throwing darts at. Almost every one hits the target -- the ones that don't make her scowl and put her in an even worse mood.

There's a sign set up on the desk that says, "Congratulations to the new student council," but every time one of the winners walks into the room, she gives them a nasty glare. She doesn't trust politicians, no matter how young they might be.

Comments

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Good to hear," John says and nods back. "Damn, word travels fast in this school. Doing good. Lots of homework, lots of other stuff. School wears me out."

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

damn right. I believe i'm left all alone in the mfcd "Mmm yes. I'm starting to think the sole purpose of a school is to make you feel like there will never be enough coffee."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're not alone. There are others that I know of. "That and the stress and principals who scare the crap out of you."

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

voice of doom: and they're out theeeeere...!. "yeah, what's with the dart-throwing-principle anyway? I think in her hands they count as weapons, as well."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John shrugs. "She's in a good mood maybe? At least it's not knives."

[scissors--.livejournal.com]

Ed shrugs too. "At least it's not the trousers of the Swedish Chef". 0.o