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Post by ELIZA MARIE CUNNINGHAM on Nov 30, 2007 20:24:19 GMT -5
Theme A continuation of this story.
Rules It must be made by you. It must be at least two paragraphs.
This contest will close on December 5th.
House Points First Place - 55 House Points Second Place - 35 House Points Third Place - 30 House Points Participation - 25 House Points
The Story Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no... As she hurriedly put on her jeans, she nearly ran out the door. She was going to be late again. This would be the third time this week and she had used all of her Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free cards, if she even had any to begin with. Most of her excuses had been pretty good, but now she was drawing a blank. As she picked up an apple from the kitchen table and picked up her bag, she left the house with a bang of the door and ran down the driveway.
Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no... As she hurriedly put on her jeans, she nearly ran out the door. She was going to be late again. This would be the third time this week and she had used all of her Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free cards, if she even had any to begin with. Most of her excuses had been pretty good, but now she was drawing a blank. As she picked up an apple from the kitchen table and picked up her bag, she left the house with a bang of the door and ran down the driveway. As soon as she made her way to the drive way she pulled out her keys and unlocked her car.
When it came to being on time, Rozalie Zeller was the worst model possible. "I know that I'm going to be marked tardy for sure today." Roze said to no one in particular as she started her '66 Navy Blue Ford Mustang. As the car rolled into the street Roze knew that even if she had an excuse she wouldn't be allowed to get into class any more, considering that Roze was failing because she was never there.
It took Roze about an hour to get to the campus, and just as she found a parking spot and she grabbed her messenger bag the bell rang. "Damn." Roze swore to herself, running towards the main doors of the school. Roze was about twenty feet away from the doors when a campus monitor yelled at her.
"Zeller! Do you have a pass today?!" The campus monitor asked, walking towards Roze.
"I'm sorry Mrs. French, but I don't. My mother wasn't at home this morning so I had to take care of getting my baby sister to her school before I came here." Roze said, turning and letting her dark brown/light red hair fall behind her shoulders. "But, I'll just be counted as tardy, I'll be fine." Roze said, rubbing the back of her head.
"Okay Miss Zeller, but if you're late once more without a pass then you'll fail this quarter and you'll have to take it again." The campus monitor said.
"Oh, thank you so very much Mrs. French. I'll make sure that I'm not late again." Roze said smiling. She didn't wait for Mrs. French to reply because any more talking and Roze's homeroom teacher wouldn't all here to get into
Last Edit: Dec 4, 2007 10:15:46 GMT -5 by icequeen
Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no... As she hurriedly put on her jeans, she nearly ran out the door. She was going to be late again. This would be the third time this week and she had used all of her Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free cards, if she even had any to begin with. Most of her excuses had been pretty good, but now she was drawing a blank. As she picked up an apple from the kitchen table and picked up her bag, she left the house with a bang of the door and ran down the driveway.
Running in the middle of the winter was never a good idea; unfortunately breaking something was the least of Annie’s worries as she stumbled down the driveway. Her feet slipped from beneath her and she waved her arms frantically trying and failing to stay on her feet. Her body hit the ground with a hard thump, the apple that had fallen from her and bounced on the ground breaking open and leaving random spots of smashed apple in its wake. Groaning at the remains of what was supposed to be her breakfast she
With a soft curse she wiped the snow off of her coat, regretting not wearing her boots. She was already late, and she doubted that being an extra few minutes would make any difference when the troll of a vice principal caught her in the hall after the last bell sounded. Biting her lip she fought the urge to scream in frustration. The neighbours already thought that she was incredibly odd and she didn’t need nor want them to find another reason to gossip about her and her always absent parents. Irritated she grabbed the bag that had fallen off of her shoulder in her frantic yet useless arm waving and stood up. She didn’t have time to think about the fact that the entire backside of her pants was now wet from the ice covered ground. Her comfort was not important, the fact that she was going to land herself in detention was. Detention meant that her parents would be forced to take an interest in her life and she would be stuck in a room filled with delinquents and those people who thought that snow was something you snorted. How embarrassing!
With a huff she fastened the straps of her bag onto her shoulders and around her waist before storming down the street barely stopping to check for traffic as she ran the five blocks to her high school. Gasping for air she put her hand against the frigid door opening is as quietly as she could considering the age of the stupid thing. She walked to her locker wincing as it creaked followed by the insistent tapping of high heeled shoes. Really, who in their right mind wore shoes at a job where they walked the halls like some demon stalker? It was inhuman!
“Miss Alderson, this is the fifth time I have caught you in the halls after last bell. Is there a reason you seem to be incapable of arriving to school on time?” The annoying harpy sounded angry, but Annie had a feeling that she enjoyed torturing her students with her nagging voice and sharp tongue.
“Well... erm... you see I had this little accident on my way to school today.” She replied gesturing to her pants thinking that the fall, soaking her pants, and losing her breakfast as well as her pride to the icy driveway might actually be worth it if she got out of detention. “I slipped on some ice.” She doubted that the harpy cared, she was like a bloodhound on the trail of fresh meat... and Annie was the meat.
“A fall on some ice made you fifteen minutes late for class?” The troll disguised as a woman asked with that ridiculous look of authority plastered on her face.
“Not exactly,” Annie said hesitantly knowing that the bloodhound was closing in and she was about to be thrown into the slammer with all of the other idiots who couldn’t lie to save their lives. If it were possible she would curse the person who created honesty.
“I see, well I can only see one solution to your little dilemma Miss Alderson. You will report to the social studies classroom at three PM sharp to serve out your detention. Maybe next time you will leave a bit earlier hmm? That way if you should slip on a patch of ice you will still make it to your first period math class on time.“ The pleased smile on the harpy’s face infuriated Annie, but her pants were uncomfortably wet and her ego was too bruised for her to really care that it was now Harpy-1, Annie-0. “Now put your coat away and hand this late slip to Mr. Clapp.”
It took all of Annie’s willpower not to throw her bag into her locker, instead she grabbed her text book, shoved her coat inside the open locker and slammed the door shut before walking to her math class with the knowledge that she was clearly on the harpy's hunt list.
Post by ELIZA MARIE CUNNINGHAM on Dec 5, 2007 0:15:52 GMT -5
Yay, another entry! I was hoping you would do this one, because your last entry for this kind of contest [with a story needing completion] was quite funny.
