EvelYn was early, as always. She tossed her shiny, purple braid across her shoulder and began to doodle. A few people came in late and she gave them the stare, for her, being late was like being dipped in toxic, the toxic was a teachers disapproval. Her sharp green eyes darted to the board that was as empty as a blank sheet of printer paper. She nearly groaned out loud. " cruddy board, cruddy classroom." she let out a strong of curses softly marveling at how a room could be so plain.
"I'm a little weird and we're all a little weird. Life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we form this weird little thing, and we call it love." ~Dr. Seuss
5000th post 8/3/13