And I didn't even notice. Funny how that works. I think I've been blogging for two or three years now... Not sure. School distracts me so much. I guess it has to, since I have two majors and a 3.6 GPA.
BUT IT'S MY SENIOR YEAR.
*takes deep breath and drinks more coffee*
Here. Have another exceprt.
From Chapter 2:
As I walked out of the women’s locker room, I practically walked into a short boy with black hair and thick glasses. He had a pimple right between his eyebrows.
“Oh. Crap. Am I walking into the wrong room?”
“Yeah.”
“Crap. Oh my gosh. I’m so glad I walked into you. I mean, I’m sorry I walked into you, but I’m glad I didn’t make it all the way in.”
“Yeah. The boys room is over there.”
“Okey-dokey. Thanks!”
I shook my head is amazement as he walked away. But then he stopped, turned around, and walked back. “Actually,” he said, “I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“Uh… is it too late to drop a class?”
“Yeah.”
“Darn it. Oh, another question: yesterday some guy tackled me and asked me for my kill card. What was he talking about?”
“Are you a Freshman?”
He nodded.
“Great. Come with me.”
That's all for now. DFTBA.
Also: I'm crocheting a Swablu.
Congrats on your 1011 posts. Wow! Hoping your senior year will be a great one! Interesting excerpt- thanks for sharing. :)
ReplyDelete~Jess