School sucks.
I'm sure 75% of the population agrees with me, but it really does.
IT SUCKS.
Okay, now that I got that out of the way.
I had Science today. Razor have been doing partner projects together, and it's actually okay.
Me: Um... Did you hear what we were supposed to do?
Razor: No clue. I guess we just wing it.
Me: Funny, I thought I saw a few people throughout the school who had wings.
Razor: That's weird. Are they mutated or something?
Me: Oh gosh, I hope not.
Razor: What if it's contagious???
Me: Well, I think it would be cool to fly.
Razor: Only you.
Me: Only me what?
Razor: Only you would want to catch a mutation-disease that makes you a complete different species.
Me: If you can fly. If you can't fly, that's stupid.
Razor: **chuckles** Right.
Then, Megan came into the room.
Teacher (I forgot his color, so who cares): Um, what are you doing here?
Megan: I just had to deliver this note.
Teacher: Okay. You may leave.
Megan: A-Actually, I think I left my notebook in the back somewhere.
Teacher: Okay, but don't take too long. Anyway, as I was saying, cockroaches are the main ingredient in the school lunches here, providing an excellent source of protein and blah blah blah
Megan tip-toed to the back desks where Razor and I were.
Megan: Hi Alyssa! Hi Razor!
Razor: Hi Maddy.
Megan: It's Megan. (｡◕‿◕｡)
Me: So where's your book?
Megan: Oh, I just said that so I could ditch my math class. Man, that place sucks. Plus, I could hang out with you two!
Razor: Do you know what we're actually supposed to do?
Megan: You just have to listen to what he's saying and take notes and stuff.
Me: Thanks.
There was a short pause.
Megan: **sigh** You're welcome. So, Razor-
Teacher: Megan? Are you still back there?! Get back to class!
Megan: Shoot. Got to go. Talk to you guys later!
She ran out of the room.
Razor: That Megan girl sure is active.
Me: You know her name?
Razor: Of course. After so many times of her reminding me, you would think I could remember.
Me: Then why do you always say a different name?
Razor: It's funny how she always corrects it and never gets mad.
Me: Yeah. I wonder why.
Razor: Hey, you know you have really pretty eyes.
Me: Why do you say that? Your eyes are way nicer. They're like greeny-bluey. Mine are just mud brown.
Razor: Don't take brown eyes for granted. I mean, sure, it's the same color as mud, but it's also the color of owls.
Me: You like owls?
Razor: Yeah. They're just so...
Me: Cute?
Razor: I was thinking of a more manly word.
Me: Powerful?
Razor: Yeah.
Me: Great. My eye-color is the same color as powerful owls.
Razor: That's not what I meant!
Me: Yeah, yeah. I know what you meant. Thanks, by the way.
Razor: Now aren't you going to give me a compliment?
Me: **laughs** Okay, um... Did you know that your fur perfectly matches your jacket?
Razor: What kind of compliment is that?!
Hey, it does! Here, I'll post another picture of him so you can see:
Razor: Rude much? I'm going to take back my compliment I gave you.
Me: OH NO. ANYTHING BUT THAT
Razor: Then give me a compliment.
Me: Did you know that you have pretty eyes?
Razor: Hey! You can't just rob my compliment like that.
Me: Fine! Okay, um... You have a really cool name.
Razor: That's complimenting my parents, not me.
Me: You're so picky.
Razor: Fine. If you can't think of one at the moment, I'll expect you to repay me in the future. With interest.
Me: You are the only guy that I can think of that demands a compliment back when you give me one.
Razor: What can I say? I'm special.
Me: Whatever you say.
Then we actually did work, and the class was over.
My next class was math (UGH) and we were learning how to determine if the dress is black and blue or white and gold, (SO 3 MONTHS AGO) and right in the middle of it, someone walked in.
Time.
Teacher: State your business.
Time: Uh, my schedule got changed around, so I'm in this class for this period.
Teacher: Show me the note.
Time: **hands over note**
Teacher: Huh. I will have to run this through my photocopier-detector to make sure you didn't just forge the principal's signature. But for now, you may sit anywhere you want.
Time: (˚ㄥ_˚)
He scanned the room, and looked relieved when he saw me. He slid into the seat next to mine, while the teacher continued saying how he saw it as blue and black and how he can't believe people see it any other way.
Time: Hey Alyssa! I'm so glad you're in this class.
Me: Well, it's not exactly my choice to be in this class.
Time: **roll eyes** Anyway, wanna hang out on Saturday?
Me: W-Why?
Time: **shrugs** Because we're friends?
Me: Sure.
Time: It's a date.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Ah, okay sorry for that.
Teacher: Okay, I'm really bored of teaching so I'm just going to go browse through tumblr. You guys can do pages 135-138.
Me: Uh, hey, what did you get for number 5?
Time: Didn't get to it yet.
Me: UGH. This is so boring.
Time: Wanna play a game?
Me: Sure, what kind of game?
Time: It's called, "Who knows more cheesy pick up lines?" Whoever gets more pick-up lines win.
Me: This should be fun. You want to go first, or should I?
Time: You can.
Me: Okay. Can you give me directions?
Time: You better not say, "Because I'm lost in your eyes."
Me: I won't!
Time: Okay, fine. Directions to where?
Me: To your heart.
Time: That-, That was so bad. Let me go. Ahem, are your parents bakers? Because you're a cutie pie.
Me: Aww, that was cute. Okay, I'm not a photographer, but I can picture you and me together.
Time: That one was okay. Better than the last one.
Me: JUST LET IT GO.
Time: Do you know what my shirt is made out of? Boyfriend material.
Me: asdfghjkl; That one made my fingers and toes curl.
Time: Want to give up?
Me: Never. Uh... Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it right back.
Time: **laughs** That one's kinda cute. Okay, uh...
Then the bell rang.
Me: Well, I guess we'll continue the game next math class.
Time: Maybe. I'll probably come up with a new game by then. Anyway, we're going to hang out on Saturday, right?
Me: Yeah.
So... I'm going to the park with my sister and her boyfriend in 2 days. Then I'm going to hang out with Time in 4 days.
I think this is the most busiest I've ever been!
. . .
I live a sad life.
Bye!
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A/N: Hi! Just wanted to say something. Uh, I understand that like half of you are shipping Razlyssa, or Alysszor or something. And after this post, I can totally see that. But on a personal note, I'm shipping Time and Alyssa. OKAY. KILL ME. Haha, Just kidding. Please don't. So, Razor or Time? Dun Dun Dunnnn
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