Part 3
“Paige, this is completely unsuitable.”
“I’ll give you unsuitable..”
“What was that?”
“Nothing! ...you old dandruffy codfish.”
“That's just fine. You have detention for a week. Every day at 5pm sharp, or it’ll be another week.”
Paige bit her tongue to keep from telling the teacher to stick that pencil he was waving at her in an uncomfortable place. She saluted him sarcastically and strutted out. As soon as the door closed she sighed and leaned against the stone wall. Her bangs fell in her eyes. She blew them away. They fell back down. She blew them away and they continued to fall back down. She thrust the hair behind her ears and, grabbing her bag, marched back to her dorm.
Sera lounged on her bed reading an UK mag when she heard some yelling. She turned a page. The yelling increased as well as some blunt noises. She looked up. At the next yell she flung open the door and screamed, “SHUT UP!” A group of eight or so girls by the opposite wall silenced. The two girls they were circled around didn’t notice.
“DON’T.CALL.ME.THAT.EVER!” Paige yelled. She stood with her feet wide-spread and her hands on her hips, scowling.
“I can call you anything I want! I was here first!” The girl with the anatomy of a giraffe stood straight with her arms crossed, glaring coldly down at the younger girl.
“What a loser-like thing to say!”
“Who should know better than you!”
“Oh shut up. You’re high off shamrocks!”
“You belong in a swamp!”
“You belong under one!”
“Two points.” Levi leaned against his doorway. The girls turned to see who it was and squealed. Their section of the hallway filled with whispers and inquiries about smudged chapstick or a lock of hair out of place.
“Paige, leave her alone. She didn’t do anything to you.”
“Shows how much you know. She called me a dumb blonde, a 10 cent prostitute, a whore, and an American slut!!”
“Didn’t know Irish girls had that big of a vocabulary,” he raised his brows. The girl rolled her eyes. “What’s your name, again?”
“Erin Wells. Yours?”
“Levi. That’s Paige, and that’s Sera. Mess with them and you mess with me. At least mess with them when I have a legitimate excuse to say why I couldn’t protect them from the mean ol’ Irish girls.” He sneered.
“Aw thanks Leev you shouldn’t have. You really shouldn’t have,” Sera rolled her eyes.
Paige flicked his nose as she went past him. She skipped into his room so she could use his balcony to get onto the roof. Levi followed with a “Dude, this is my room…”
Sera retreated to her room. At the door she stopped and turned, looking at the girls drooling at Levi’s door. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re excused. Later Airheads.”
Paige groaned and peeked out from the warm cave of her comforter. 4:40pm flashed back at her. She groaned and turned over. All at once her covering was stripped away. “GAH!” she convulsed and fell on the floor, twitching. “What the fuck?”
“’Alarm Alarm I’m your alarm get your butt in gear or I’ll bite you’ whatever there I said it now go to your effing detention already!” Sera clicked away at her laptop. Amazing the thing got any reception at all, really, considering it’s home currently. Dublin, Ireland. The woodlands of Dublin, Ireland. The-Hell-Hole-In-The-Middle-Of-Nowhere-Where-We’re-Going-To-Live-Until-We-Complete-The-Mission-Or-Until-We-Die was one of Paige’s many names for it. Sera christened it Limeyland, as she’d heard someone somewhere somewhen call it.
“I don't wanta!” Paige stood up and threw a pillow at her. Sera threw it back.
“Fine! Don’t go! See what I care! And while you’re at it, walk around in your bra and boxers the rest of the day as well like you’re doing now! Get hypothermia! But do me a favor and at least freeze quietly, I’m trying to listen!” She slipped her headphones back on and listened to the latest band from Kyoto.
Paige stuck her tongue out at her as the door banged open. In came Levi brandishing a fireplace poker. “If I hear you guys fi-“ He stopped short when he saw Paige. Sera looked up and snickered.
“GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT YOU PERVERTED MOTHER FUCKER!!!!” Paige shreiked. She whacked him on the head with a lamp.
“HEY! THAT HURT!” Levi shouted. He tried to push her away but found that when pushing a girl you had to be *extra* careful.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU BASTARD WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, TRYING TO GROPE ME?!?!?!”
“I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”
“LIKE HELL I BELIEVE THAT! YOU GUYS ARE ALL THE SAME! YOU THINK WITH WHAT’S BETWEEN YOUR LEGS RATHER THAN WHAT’S ON YOUR NECK!!!”
“YOU CAN’T GENERALIZE LIKE THAT AND WHAT ABOUT YOU? ARE YOU PLANNING ON GOING TO MR KEISER LIKE THAT?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“THEN WHAT THE FU-“
“What’s goin on here then?!” Ms Sturgeon entered the room, which set off another bout of screaming from Paige.
“CAN ALL YOU PEOPLE JUST BEAT IT?!?!?!” She pulled on a XXL t-shirt and saw that Ms Stugeon had been staring at her as no heterosexual female would have stared.
“Er right then,” Ms Sturgeon coughed. “I see that everything is being taken care of then..” she turned and saw a crowd of students at the door. A bellow to GET LOST from Sturgeon sent them scurrying as Ms Sturgeon herself walked out.Paige flopped in an armchair and breathed deeply, thinking Levi had been smart to fast-track it out of there as soon as Sturg went byebye. Sera pulled off her headphones and spoke. “The song’s over. And it’s 4:55 by the way.” She thrust her headphones back on to protect them from the banshee-like scream that sprung from Paige’s voice box. Paige flung off the t-shirt and grabbed a uniform off the floor, hers or Sera’s it didn’t matter anymore, pulled on the loafers, and ran out the door. She used the cheeriest, brightest voice to call over her shoulder, “Au revoir mon petit sadique! Je vous assassinerai plus tard!”
(this story is mine but a couple of lines from the dialogue are from a one-act play I'm doing and so is this awesome prop-plushie I have it is mine bow to the plushie! Fwee!)
“I’ll give you unsuitable..”
“What was that?”
“Nothing! ...you old dandruffy codfish.”
“That's just fine. You have detention for a week. Every day at 5pm sharp, or it’ll be another week.”
Paige bit her tongue to keep from telling the teacher to stick that pencil he was waving at her in an uncomfortable place. She saluted him sarcastically and strutted out. As soon as the door closed she sighed and leaned against the stone wall. Her bangs fell in her eyes. She blew them away. They fell back down. She blew them away and they continued to fall back down. She thrust the hair behind her ears and, grabbing her bag, marched back to her dorm.
Sera lounged on her bed reading an UK mag when she heard some yelling. She turned a page. The yelling increased as well as some blunt noises. She looked up. At the next yell she flung open the door and screamed, “SHUT UP!” A group of eight or so girls by the opposite wall silenced. The two girls they were circled around didn’t notice.
“DON’T.CALL.ME.THAT.EVER!” Paige yelled. She stood with her feet wide-spread and her hands on her hips, scowling.
“I can call you anything I want! I was here first!” The girl with the anatomy of a giraffe stood straight with her arms crossed, glaring coldly down at the younger girl.
“What a loser-like thing to say!”
“Who should know better than you!”
“Oh shut up. You’re high off shamrocks!”
“You belong in a swamp!”
“You belong under one!”
“Two points.” Levi leaned against his doorway. The girls turned to see who it was and squealed. Their section of the hallway filled with whispers and inquiries about smudged chapstick or a lock of hair out of place.
“Paige, leave her alone. She didn’t do anything to you.”
“Shows how much you know. She called me a dumb blonde, a 10 cent prostitute, a whore, and an American slut!!”
“Didn’t know Irish girls had that big of a vocabulary,” he raised his brows. The girl rolled her eyes. “What’s your name, again?”
“Erin Wells. Yours?”
“Levi. That’s Paige, and that’s Sera. Mess with them and you mess with me. At least mess with them when I have a legitimate excuse to say why I couldn’t protect them from the mean ol’ Irish girls.” He sneered.
“Aw thanks Leev you shouldn’t have. You really shouldn’t have,” Sera rolled her eyes.
Paige flicked his nose as she went past him. She skipped into his room so she could use his balcony to get onto the roof. Levi followed with a “Dude, this is my room…”
Sera retreated to her room. At the door she stopped and turned, looking at the girls drooling at Levi’s door. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re excused. Later Airheads.”
Paige groaned and peeked out from the warm cave of her comforter. 4:40pm flashed back at her. She groaned and turned over. All at once her covering was stripped away. “GAH!” she convulsed and fell on the floor, twitching. “What the fuck?”
“’Alarm Alarm I’m your alarm get your butt in gear or I’ll bite you’ whatever there I said it now go to your effing detention already!” Sera clicked away at her laptop. Amazing the thing got any reception at all, really, considering it’s home currently. Dublin, Ireland. The woodlands of Dublin, Ireland. The-Hell-Hole-In-The-Middle-Of-Nowhere-Where-We’re-Going-To-Live-Until-We-Complete-The-Mission-Or-Until-We-Die was one of Paige’s many names for it. Sera christened it Limeyland, as she’d heard someone somewhere somewhen call it.
“I don't wanta!” Paige stood up and threw a pillow at her. Sera threw it back.
“Fine! Don’t go! See what I care! And while you’re at it, walk around in your bra and boxers the rest of the day as well like you’re doing now! Get hypothermia! But do me a favor and at least freeze quietly, I’m trying to listen!” She slipped her headphones back on and listened to the latest band from Kyoto.
Paige stuck her tongue out at her as the door banged open. In came Levi brandishing a fireplace poker. “If I hear you guys fi-“ He stopped short when he saw Paige. Sera looked up and snickered.
“GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT YOU PERVERTED MOTHER FUCKER!!!!” Paige shreiked. She whacked him on the head with a lamp.
“HEY! THAT HURT!” Levi shouted. He tried to push her away but found that when pushing a girl you had to be *extra* careful.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU BASTARD WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, TRYING TO GROPE ME?!?!?!”
“I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”
“LIKE HELL I BELIEVE THAT! YOU GUYS ARE ALL THE SAME! YOU THINK WITH WHAT’S BETWEEN YOUR LEGS RATHER THAN WHAT’S ON YOUR NECK!!!”
“YOU CAN’T GENERALIZE LIKE THAT AND WHAT ABOUT YOU? ARE YOU PLANNING ON GOING TO MR KEISER LIKE THAT?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“THEN WHAT THE FU-“
“What’s goin on here then?!” Ms Sturgeon entered the room, which set off another bout of screaming from Paige.
“CAN ALL YOU PEOPLE JUST BEAT IT?!?!?!” She pulled on a XXL t-shirt and saw that Ms Stugeon had been staring at her as no heterosexual female would have stared.
“Er right then,” Ms Sturgeon coughed. “I see that everything is being taken care of then..” she turned and saw a crowd of students at the door. A bellow to GET LOST from Sturgeon sent them scurrying as Ms Sturgeon herself walked out.Paige flopped in an armchair and breathed deeply, thinking Levi had been smart to fast-track it out of there as soon as Sturg went byebye. Sera pulled off her headphones and spoke. “The song’s over. And it’s 4:55 by the way.” She thrust her headphones back on to protect them from the banshee-like scream that sprung from Paige’s voice box. Paige flung off the t-shirt and grabbed a uniform off the floor, hers or Sera’s it didn’t matter anymore, pulled on the loafers, and ran out the door. She used the cheeriest, brightest voice to call over her shoulder, “Au revoir mon petit sadique! Je vous assassinerai plus tard!”
(this story is mine but a couple of lines from the dialogue are from a one-act play I'm doing and so is this awesome prop-plushie I have it is mine bow to the plushie! Fwee!)
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