Yeah, it's pretty much a matter of writer's black and being busy. My neighbor's three daughters' birthdays are this month (as is mine, in fact) and I've promised to handle birthday arrangements and gift shopping for their mother. It's taking forever. Between that, catching up with my literature group, making a halloween costume, and random work I'm swamped at the moment. I'll get to it soon, sorry for leaving you hanging.
Damien walked into the school. Ah, the first day, how fun? As the blond haired boy slowly walked to the office with an elegant gait.
"Hello, my name is Damien Santiago, I am new to the school." He exclaimed to the secretary.
"Your locker number is seven-fifty-two" answers the secretary in a flat-toned squeaky voice. She then proceeds to hand him the slip of paper with his locker combination on it.
Damien began to stroll over to his locker.
"Seven, fourteen, thirty-six." He whispered quietly to himself. He put his stuff into the designated locker and looked at his schedule.
"Oh great..." he whines, "History." Damien stalks off to class not a word more out of his mouth.
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