Post by Aoimoto Tsurara on Jul 27, 2009 15:16:17 GMT -5
An unenthusiastic sigh escaped from Tsurara's lips as a paper air plain flew over her head. I hate detention ... I'm always being sent here..., she thought to herself. She rested her head on her desk. She would have handled standing in the hallway, but after the last incident a few weeks ago, the principal, her homeroom teacher, as well a the detention teacher were all very certain the hallways were not good for Ms. Aoimoto. Of course, they were more concerned about the halls well being then Tsurara.
It always appeared that wherever Tsurara was alone something really bad happened. It wasn't to say that bad things didn't happened when she wasn't a lone. However, whenever she was around people it wasn't incredibly catastrophic.
She spend most of her past time trying to blow a few strands of her bangs out of her face, while watching the hands on the clock. "Why does time move slower in detention?"[/b]
It always appeared that wherever Tsurara was alone something really bad happened. It wasn't to say that bad things didn't happened when she wasn't a lone. However, whenever she was around people it wasn't incredibly catastrophic.
She spend most of her past time trying to blow a few strands of her bangs out of her face, while watching the hands on the clock. "Why does time move slower in detention?"[/b]