Trignome
A Candle
Isadore blinked at the sound of the 4th period bell. Hm. That would be lunch. Getting up from his seat, he slipped through the crowd of classmates gravitating towards the door, and walked over to the teacher's desk, silently waiting for Mrs. Coribal to finish entering assignments into the gradebook. The classroom was completely empty by the time she finally scribbled in the last percentage and looked up at Isadore, lips pursed in a slightly displeased fashion. "Yes, young man. What do you need?"
Clearing his throat a bit, Isadore opened his knapsack and pulled out a blue, ball-point pen. "About the test yesterday, I was absent, so can I make it up now?" Mrs. Coribal gave the bic pen in his hand a stern expression. "Ink is permanent. I'd suggest you use a pencil so you can correct your errors." Yeah, yeah lady. Do I look stupid to you? It's a test reviewing what was learned last year. I know this stuff, so buzz off. Tilting his head to one side, Isadore smiled and gave the old woman a long buzz. "Bz." After a few moments of silence, Mrs. Coribal finally responded to his strange behavior, giving him a peculiar stare as she handed him his scantron and test packet.
As he headed back to his seat, Isadore sighed to himself. I really shouldn't have a habit of skipping class, just my luck there was a course review exam yesterday. Though he knew this was going to be an easy assessment, Isadore still felt a bit chagrined that he had to miss the beginning of lunch. Ah, speaking of lunch, I wonder if Nick has already gotten his schedule? Chewing on his pen cap, Isadore began bubbling in his answer-sheet, barely glancing at the answers before selecting one. A...F...B...E...D...E...D...G...True...True ...True...False...True...D...H...C...E...A...
Clearing his throat a bit, Isadore opened his knapsack and pulled out a blue, ball-point pen. "About the test yesterday, I was absent, so can I make it up now?" Mrs. Coribal gave the bic pen in his hand a stern expression. "Ink is permanent. I'd suggest you use a pencil so you can correct your errors." Yeah, yeah lady. Do I look stupid to you? It's a test reviewing what was learned last year. I know this stuff, so buzz off. Tilting his head to one side, Isadore smiled and gave the old woman a long buzz. "Bz." After a few moments of silence, Mrs. Coribal finally responded to his strange behavior, giving him a peculiar stare as she handed him his scantron and test packet.
As he headed back to his seat, Isadore sighed to himself. I really shouldn't have a habit of skipping class, just my luck there was a course review exam yesterday. Though he knew this was going to be an easy assessment, Isadore still felt a bit chagrined that he had to miss the beginning of lunch. Ah, speaking of lunch, I wonder if Nick has already gotten his schedule? Chewing on his pen cap, Isadore began bubbling in his answer-sheet, barely glancing at the answers before selecting one. A...F...B...E...D...E...D...G...True...True ...True...False...True...D...H...C...E...A...