I didn't move. If I don't move, maybe he will stop bothering me. I continued to lay motionless on my desk. I then reached down into my pocket just to feel for my knife, just to calm me. Then opened my eyes to make sure my camera was still there.
"Sing a song of six pence." Mark sung under his voice softly as he aimed a loaded sling shot at an open shutter. "Pocket full of Rye." He was gonna nail Sleepy in the head with a dime he obtained from the fountain. "Four little Blackbirds baked in a pie!" He took a breath and fired at the sleeper.
Impossible, theres no such thing as Trolls... Then how do you explain all the dead unicorns?
I didn't move. If I don't move, maybe he will stop bothering me. I continued to lay motionless on my desk. I then reached down into my pocket just to feel for my knife, just to calm me. Then opened my eyes to make sure my camera was still there.
I R Da Monkey
"Nice to meet you Jay" I watched as he walked back to his seat and fall asleep. He seemed interesting. I wondered if I'd meet more interesting people.
"Lets see yah ignore a quarter!" Mark did not like being ignored. At least when he was trying to get attention. He saw the quarter fly accross the classro as it ricocheted of the sleeper's head
Impossible, theres no such thing as Trolls... Then how do you explain all the dead unicorns?
I slightly jumped as I saw a quarter hit Jay's head. "What the hell?" I said quietly to myself and looked outside the window. I could see a guy perched on the tree outside with a slingshot in his hand. Apparently he wasn't in the mood to take class.
I sat up and saw the little George Washington on the floor. I went to the window and made my shout out. "Sorry about last night! You are terrible in bed! I don't want your pity money!" The class laughed and the teacher sent me to the principles office. As I left the classroom, I decided to just sit and lean against the wall next to the door. "Finally, peace and quiet, no distractions".
I R Da Monkey
I blinked as Jay stood up and yelled out those words at the guy. I laughed a bit and looked down at my sketch pad. It looked like it was gonna be an interesting school year.
Mark frowned. "Wiseass!" He dropped from his perch and watched as the fool was escorted from the class. "hrrm.. Robin, how should we get penance?" The bird tweeted in his ear. "Psh! Like Im mature enough to just drop it!" He climbed a pipe up onto the cieling of the school and looked for his prey from above.
Impossible, theres no such thing as Trolls... Then how do you explain all the dead unicorns?
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