Post by Blossom Snow on Nov 10, 2017 5:34:55 GMT -5
His dad had been so enthusiastic about this place, so John had known it was going to suck. But then, Olaf the idiot snowman was enthusiastic about literally everything, so it was hard to judge anything by his standards. But this time, John had been right in his assumption. This place sucked.
He was currently sat on the floor in a random corridor, skiving off some pointless lesson. He'd been here three days, he'd already lost his timetable, and he'd been to two classes before deciding they were a complete waste of time. The only saving grace this place had so far was that it was far, far away from his dad. Olaf had sent 16 letters so far, all beginning with 'My dearest, darlingest Blossom' - and all burnt to ashes before John had read any further. How many times did he have to tell that stupid snowman that his name was John now?!
Headphones in and music blaring, John sat resting his back against the wall next to a set of lockers, legs outstretched and definitely in the way off anyone who might happen to walk past, flicking his favourite lighter on and off and watching the flame dance as he did. He fought the urge set fire to the bag strap that was hanging out of the nearest locker.
He was currently sat on the floor in a random corridor, skiving off some pointless lesson. He'd been here three days, he'd already lost his timetable, and he'd been to two classes before deciding they were a complete waste of time. The only saving grace this place had so far was that it was far, far away from his dad. Olaf had sent 16 letters so far, all beginning with 'My dearest, darlingest Blossom' - and all burnt to ashes before John had read any further. How many times did he have to tell that stupid snowman that his name was John now?!
Headphones in and music blaring, John sat resting his back against the wall next to a set of lockers, legs outstretched and definitely in the way off anyone who might happen to walk past, flicking his favourite lighter on and off and watching the flame dance as he did. He fought the urge set fire to the bag strap that was hanging out of the nearest locker.