Do A Barrel Roll ♠ Private, Faye

Even a man who has nothing may give his life

It seemed like the incessant nail tapping was done, finally. Now there was just the boy to her left who seemed to be sharpening his pencil until there was nothing left and another girl to her right scratching a flower into the desk. How delightful she could barely wait to get out of this hellish classroom. The lull which had finally managed to settle across Faye once more was broken, cornflower eyes solemnly followed the descent of a scrap of paper as it descended onto her desk. One day they would surely get detention for all this note passing, either that or her English grades would fall so far the girls mother would ground her. Flicking open the folded paper she smoothed the creases, eyes still softly wandering across the teachers board at the front of the room a pretense of her concentration and dedication to the lesson. Did she want to go to the new arcade after school, she'd been to one before, epilepsy inducing lights flickering every time some kid managed to beat the high score of some old school pinball or space shooter game. Newer machines bearing sounds and entire speaker systems with responsive voices applauding the efforts of those who should be studying or at club practice. Yet with all that said it was not a negative place, there was a feeling about those places that anyone was your friend, no one was off limits or out of reach. Mind wandering from the English lesson the consistent scratching of the pencil outlined some of the English language rules they were going over into her notes, the deal was nice, saving a bit of money here meant that she could buy another key chain or one of those collectible hair pins.

Interesting enough the other club member often got on her nerves yet Faye felt relaxed enough around Kay to forgive her just as easily, moving forward was the best after all. Holding grudges only hurt yourself and not whoever you hold a distaste for, that was the quote she'd seen on social media at least. The paper had little room left now for a response, not that she needed much, Faye was not in favour of sending a lengthy reply via easily intercepted classroom note throwing.
'You owe me a snack. Meet by the bicycle racks after school when ready, I need to drop something off at the administration office before we leave.' A final fullstop at the end of it felt like quite the nice ending, no need to worry about any smiley faces or small talk taking up the rest of the lesson, a little less elegant than the 'former baseball star' Faye flung the note behind her in the vague direction of one annoying maiden. Perhaps it'd keep her distracted enough for the rest of the lesson so Faye could wrap her head around the different uses of the same word in such complex sentences, the antagonizing language was like a three-year-old put a puzzle together using pieces from eighteen different sets.

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