CoconutLeaves
This meme is already nothing but a memory
Felicia watched the small crowd of people slowly vanish into their classes. She could actually relate to this scene as she remembered the time she would run as fast as her legs could take her, seconds slowly peeled away by the ticking of the clock on her watch. The memory of getting in at the nick of time to see the amused face of the teacher who- she would find out much later that the teachers started making bets on her punctuality- would scribble something on a piece of paper.
She was much still in that memory of hers when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She didn't take note of his features (@William Scott ) but she responded to him how she would respond then, with a playful teasing wink before looking forward once more and walking away. Only was it after the fifth step did she realize what had done and gave the moment that cringing sensation that she so rightfully deserved.
Lord, there goes her first impression.
"Miss Harrolds?"
A voice called out for what could have been the third time since the tone was louder and more direct. It was only when she remembered that her last name was now Harrolds did she turn.
(Lunch)
"When mom's forgetful, she REALLY is forgetful." Muttered Felicia as she filled in the information for her enrollment. When her mom suggested she look around the school she either thought she had all the paperwork done or it was up to her daughter to do the rest. Either one is plausible enough for her to believe that that's what her mom intended.
Thus, instead of getting out of the school, she was stuck in the school a bit longer, texting her mother asking for details, and wondering why her mother couldn't have just did all this by herself.
With a rumbling stomach, she paused; looked at her paperwork; rubbed her temples; sighed, and continued writing with the dark thick pen given to her.
She was much still in that memory of hers when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She didn't take note of his features (@William Scott ) but she responded to him how she would respond then, with a playful teasing wink before looking forward once more and walking away. Only was it after the fifth step did she realize what had done and gave the moment that cringing sensation that she so rightfully deserved.
Lord, there goes her first impression.
"Miss Harrolds?"
A voice called out for what could have been the third time since the tone was louder and more direct. It was only when she remembered that her last name was now Harrolds did she turn.
(Lunch)
"When mom's forgetful, she REALLY is forgetful." Muttered Felicia as she filled in the information for her enrollment. When her mom suggested she look around the school she either thought she had all the paperwork done or it was up to her daughter to do the rest. Either one is plausible enough for her to believe that that's what her mom intended.
Thus, instead of getting out of the school, she was stuck in the school a bit longer, texting her mother asking for details, and wondering why her mother couldn't have just did all this by herself.
With a rumbling stomach, she paused; looked at her paperwork; rubbed her temples; sighed, and continued writing with the dark thick pen given to her.
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