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- Posted: Tue, 07 Feb 2012 02:04:13 +0000
Sitting at her desk and blinking at the absurd piece of paper in front of her, Oliva wondered what the superintendents were even thinking giving this little survey out. I mean, it was a nice thought - helping teenagers try to find their personal needs or whatever it was, but it obviously wasn't going to work. Most people weren't going to fill it out seriously and the ones who did wouldn't have serious answers because hardly anyone else took it in such a way. Her eyebrows were scrunched up as she examined the document. What color was her hair today? What had that to do with personal needs? Shaking her head and filling in the circle appropriate for herself, brown, she continued on to the next question.
Looking at her survey, she couldn't shut her mind off. Seeing the surveys on the teacher's desk, Oliva decided she'd follow suit. She snatched the offending article off of her desk, grasped it close to her side, and strode towards the teacher's desk. She took note of the pile of finished papers gathering at the corner and placed her own on top of it, glad to get rid of it and the thoughts of finding her "personal needs" which she'd thought enough of at the time. Just as she began to spin to head back to her seat, her teacher opened her mouth to speak. "Thank you Mrs. Grimm, you may leave," she articulated. Oliva regarded her curiously.
"Excuse me ma'am?" she questioned. She hadn't been paying much attention, but she now that she looked around she noticed that she been too wrapped up in her own mind that she hadn't realized most of the people, both in the class and all of those who finished, had already left. "You may leave," she repeated, not looking up from the book that she currently held on her desk reading. She regarded her with an even more curious expression, because she was fairly certain in past years this was not allowed... and Oliva was never one to break the rules. She stood awkwardly for another moment and just as her jaw drooped to speak, the teacher sensed that she was still standing there. She gently laid her book down and effectively cut her off. "Oliva, just go," she remarked sternly. A bit taken aback, both because she was rarely ever talked to in such a way from authority and because she wasn't sure why she was so adamant about it, she simply nodded and fully spun to exit the room. She glanced back to see the teacher had simply returned to reading her book.
Once she made it into the hallway, she was even less sure of leaving. Clearly it was only her teacher dismissing students, because aside from a few deadbeats, she was the only one in the hallway. She felt awkward, but she was just following the orders of her teacher. If approached she would tell anyone such. Eventually she made her way outside. It was much better out here. The breeze was nice and it felt amazing. Plus the scenery was a lot more beautiful. Shrugging off her backpack, she plopped herself down on one of the wooden benches. It was rather rough, but it would do. Digging into the depts of the black backpack, the girl took out one of her favorite books - The Surrendered. Returning to her pervious page, she began to read. Might as well take a break before lunch.