Hallways After Fifth Period Forensics
Mar. 29th, 2006 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sensethevisionsPhoebe was walking from her final Forensics class with her head down. It was harder than she expected, saying goodbye to Sara Sidle. She had learned a lot from her this year and she was going to miss her. She was lost in thought until she felt a slight scritching on her arm.
She looked down to see a red crayon writing on her arm.
A is for effort!!
She looked down and shook her head in bemusement. Sentient crayons?
"Do I get a star?" she laughed.
The crayon made several marks on her face and then bounced down the hall.
She pulled put her compact and found the bright red star on her cheek.
This school just got weirder and weirder.
She looked down to see a red crayon writing on her arm.
A is for effort!!
She looked down and shook her head in bemusement. Sentient crayons?
"Do I get a star?" she laughed.
The crayon made several marks on her face and then bounced down the hall.
She pulled put her compact and found the bright red star on her cheek.
This school just got weirder and weirder.
