Jasper had cancer, and for some reason everyone was fine with it. Jasper even decided that instead of dying feeling ill, his friend was going to shoot him. I was not pleased. I kept yelling at him. I cried. Jasper seemed perfectly fine, but he had lost his phone.
I was at North, but it was New North looking exactly like Old North. I was an RA, but I kept seeing people with alcohol and ignoring it. I was in a French class that I was failing. The teacher kept writing me notes at the bottom of quizzes that I did horribly on, and telling me that I couldn't fail her class.
One of the girls in my class who looked like Abby, from my creative writing class, asked me if I wanted some whiskey, but I heard 'to bake some biscuits' and then I didn't want to seem stupid so I followed her. Only there were officials so I bailed on her because I really needed my RA job and hoped she would understand.
I found Jasper's phone and got mad at him. One of the keys was missing, but I could put it back in instead of paying attention in French. A girl behind me found out Obama became president.
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