Post by ciaran cassidy corbett on Mar 30, 2012 11:49:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e6e6e6; border-top: #236ea3 5px solid; border-bottom: #236ea3 5px solid; border-right:#236ea3 dotted 1px; border-left:#236ea3 dotted 1px;][atrb=width,160] get busy living, get busy dying  words: 506 tagged: simon with hannah~ notes: bumping ftw 83 Run, run like the wind!! Those were the thoughts that echoed in Cass’ head as he sped through the hallways. He was late, oh so late! It was actually pretty normal for Cass to be late but about a month ago he had a not-so-joyful encounter with the school’s deputy headmaster. Cass was now under what could be described as ‘probation’. He was always late, he always turned assignments in late, he barely passed his exams and when he wasn’t late, he was skipping class. Such behavior was not suitable for a prestigious academy like La Lumineuse, and so Cass was left standing on thin ice. It also didn’t help one bit that he barely bothered to pay attention to his French lessons, thus making it hard for some of the French professors to deal with an English speaking student. Cass sometimes wondered why in the world he decided to come to a French school when he could barely speak the language… At least the headmistress and the staff thought he was worth keeping around but not even all of his talent would save him from another slip in his record. And so, he ran. Running of course implied a lot of things, especially when it came to Cass. He was used to run of course, not for athletic reasons but he did run away from a lot of things (police, dogs, angry boyfriends/girlfriends, and a big etc.). He wasn’t used to run to something though, but that was the last thought in his head as he sped down the polished floor. A sharp turn to the left almost made him slip but in a very cat-like maneuver he merely shifted his weight to the opposite direction and regained his balance. What the hell was he even doing in the dancing part of the school anyway? He chastised himself for a second, making a mental note to buy a watch and stop relying on his obviously flawed sense of time. “Late late late late late!!!” He chanted as he jumped over a bundle of backpacks, avoided collision with an opened locker and took yet another sharp turn for a detour. His detour had a big flaw though: it was crowded, and it wasn’t so much of a detour. “Move move!!” He managed to blurt out before crashing against the first person he found. Art supplies, notebooks and his lunch flew up in the air and landed scattered around as Cass himself fell back flat on his butt with a loud ‘oof’ sound. The next thing that came out of his lips was a loud and rather childish groan as he squirmed on the floor, his six feet and two point five inches sprawled on the cold tiles. This was it, he was late and he would probably get kicked out or worse… they would call his mum. “Owwwww” He whimpered, opening his eyes again and sitting up to see just who he had crashed against to see if they were worth an apology or a sneer. |
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