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- Posted: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 01:26:45 +0000
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Leave it to Daniel to be almost late on the first day back to school. It was his senior year; you’d think he’d take that a little bit seriously. Nope – as you can now see, that is not the case. In his defense it wasn’t exactly his fault. He had woken up with a headache and no clue to where he was at. ”Sounds about right…” the brunette muttered underneath his breath. This was something that happened on occasion. If by occasion you meant almost every other night. You see this boy was a party animal. Now he remembered! He was out partying last night; you know to celebrate the last day of summer and all, instead of driving himself home he just sort of passed out… In the bathtub… With his shoes missing. Picking himself up, he groaned as the pain in his head turned to splitting. ”I guess this is how Kesha feels,” he joked to himself and on he went. When he had finally made it home, his sisters were already at school, his parents probably at work, and who knew where his brothers were. That was when it hit him. ”Oh s**t, ********, god dammit!” The teen wasn’t normally the one to care if he was late to school, but he had promised a few of his friends that he’d at least show up today to greet them all. Even though he was hung-over he would keep this promise.
Twenty minutes later, the boy emerged from the bathroom all spick and span and ready to go. He shoved his phone in his pocket; he had a few messages from his pals but he figured he could make it in time to see everyone off. After locking up the house, he hopped into his baby. By that he meant an old Chevy that he practically brought back to life with old bits and parts from the junkyard and various places. His baby. Off to school the man went with his radio blasting some mixed tape a pal he’d stayed with for a week of two once made and told him it was some good s**t. In which he agreed, because this music was just rad. The first bell indicating that all students had ten minutes to get to class rung just as Daniel spotted his group conjugated around the front doors. Cassy and Dillon had just left; he’d have to stick around at least till after lunch to say hey to them. However there was Antoinette ( hot as hell like usual ), little Jubilee whom seemed to be excited about the first day, and one of his main guy friends Joey who was just an awesome ********.
The boy threw his arms around both the females’ shoulders and grinned. ”Well looky here – the delinquents actually showed up to school today! Would have figured you guys would be off somewhere shooting up like always,” He said, sarcasm dripping off every word. He was a joker. He let the females go and placed his hands in his back pockets. ”But in all seriousness, it’s good seeing you guys. How’ve you been?” He figured he would at least get in a short conversation with them before they all dispersed and went to their classes. ”Hey Fleur, did I hear you ask if anyone had history? Because you’re in luck. We get to share the same morning together again this year.” Daniel didn’t know why, but his and her schedules almost always matched up. It’d been that way since middle school. He wasn’t complaining at all, in fact it was a pretty sweet deal in his opinion.
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Leave it to Daniel to be almost late on the first day back to school. It was his senior year; you’d think he’d take that a little bit seriously. Nope – as you can now see, that is not the case. In his defense it wasn’t exactly his fault. He had woken up with a headache and no clue to where he was at. ”Sounds about right…” the brunette muttered underneath his breath. This was something that happened on occasion. If by occasion you meant almost every other night. You see this boy was a party animal. Now he remembered! He was out partying last night; you know to celebrate the last day of summer and all, instead of driving himself home he just sort of passed out… In the bathtub… With his shoes missing. Picking himself up, he groaned as the pain in his head turned to splitting. ”I guess this is how Kesha feels,” he joked to himself and on he went. When he had finally made it home, his sisters were already at school, his parents probably at work, and who knew where his brothers were. That was when it hit him. ”Oh s**t, ********, god dammit!” The teen wasn’t normally the one to care if he was late to school, but he had promised a few of his friends that he’d at least show up today to greet them all. Even though he was hung-over he would keep this promise.
Twenty minutes later, the boy emerged from the bathroom all spick and span and ready to go. He shoved his phone in his pocket; he had a few messages from his pals but he figured he could make it in time to see everyone off. After locking up the house, he hopped into his baby. By that he meant an old Chevy that he practically brought back to life with old bits and parts from the junkyard and various places. His baby. Off to school the man went with his radio blasting some mixed tape a pal he’d stayed with for a week of two once made and told him it was some good s**t. In which he agreed, because this music was just rad. The first bell indicating that all students had ten minutes to get to class rung just as Daniel spotted his group conjugated around the front doors. Cassy and Dillon had just left; he’d have to stick around at least till after lunch to say hey to them. However there was Antoinette ( hot as hell like usual ), little Jubilee whom seemed to be excited about the first day, and one of his main guy friends Joey who was just an awesome ********.
The boy threw his arms around both the females’ shoulders and grinned. ”Well looky here – the delinquents actually showed up to school today! Would have figured you guys would be off somewhere shooting up like always,” He said, sarcasm dripping off every word. He was a joker. He let the females go and placed his hands in his back pockets. ”But in all seriousness, it’s good seeing you guys. How’ve you been?” He figured he would at least get in a short conversation with them before they all dispersed and went to their classes. ”Hey Fleur, did I hear you ask if anyone had history? Because you’re in luck. We get to share the same morning together again this year.” Daniel didn’t know why, but his and her schedules almost always matched up. It’d been that way since middle school. He wasn’t complaining at all, in fact it was a pretty sweet deal in his opinion.
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