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

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Ah, I understand the need for self-control. I'm glad that someone was watching out for you.

And the tremors are caused by what, then?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Well, it can't be nicotine withdrawal yet. So I'm putting it down to anticipation of nicotine withdrawal.

I have to quit smoking.

*jitters*

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

The anticipation of nicotine withdrawal.

...

Okay, I guess I can accept that, considering that I saw you drink a mug of Black Death and survive. May I suggest not doing that in the future, by the way?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

No worries on that score. I have to cut back on caffiene, too.

I'm still trying to figure out what my next reason for living is, at this point.

*vibes*

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

That rosy feeling of fellowship and wellbeing in your heart?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

You've met me, right?