Post by lisbeth on Apr 14, 2013 3:56:02 GMT
Lisbeth strode into the school’s cafeteria ten minutes after the bell wearing fury like perfume. Small quarrels erupted as she marched to her corner table, her nebulous rage infecting man she passed. That high-and-mighty, hoity-toity, holier-than-thou ass!!! Her English teacher had, apparently taken offense by her, admittedly, rather harshly opinionated essy. But what could he have expected!?!? It was a bloody persuasive essay! They had been told to choose a side and argue it as effectively as possible in any way chose, so long as it had good research to back it up. She had fulfilled the requirements as completely as was possible. Just because she had chosen to do so by explaining how his position could be proven completely wrong using entirely unbiased sources, if not an exactly unbiased report, did not give him the right to fail her and hold her back after class! She knew she had technically aced the report – it was more-or-less flawless, especially for a regular class paper – but that hadn’t stopped him. She had half a mind to try to take it to the administration and get her grade raised, but decided not to bother. It wouldn’t do any good anyway. Those sorts always defended their own to the point of lunacy, and besides, she had a reputation with the school authorities. They would never take her side over his, or any teachers’, no matter what the complaint. Granted, she had a well-deserved reputation with the school authorities, but that didn’t mean she was always in the wrong.
She tossed her sure-to-be-vile sack lunch onto the table, sending it sliding to hit and bounce back off of the wall. The brown bag, already abused, split and sent a dented and bruised apple rolling to the edge of the tabletop. Dropping her book bag unceremoniously to the floor, she flopped into a chair and plunked her booted feet onto the chair kitty-corner to hers. She poked unenthusiastically through the now ruined lunch sack, tsking in displeasure before shoving the food away and putting her head in her hands. Her form flickered slightly as she drew from the turmoil her entrance had created. The change was more-or-less imperceptible to all the but the most observant humans, all of whom would shrug it off as a trick of the light or their tired Thursday lunch break eyes. Humans were so obligingly obstinate about their realities. It was actually amusing, watching the mental gymnastics they would undertake to retain some sense of normalcy.
Sated for the moment, Lisbeth smiled slightly and lifted her head, reclining in her seat. Her fury wasn’t gone, but it had abated to the point where it would no longer overflow to others and she wouldn’t necessarily bite the head off of anyone who came near her, though God help anyone who inspired her ire. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, hoping to perhaps grab a moment or two of rest, since she wasn’t planning on actually eating the horrible lunch she’d thrown together for herself that morning. Hearing the tap of shoes on the grimy cafeteria floor, she opened one lazy, half-glaring eye to look at the intruder. “Yes?”
She tossed her sure-to-be-vile sack lunch onto the table, sending it sliding to hit and bounce back off of the wall. The brown bag, already abused, split and sent a dented and bruised apple rolling to the edge of the tabletop. Dropping her book bag unceremoniously to the floor, she flopped into a chair and plunked her booted feet onto the chair kitty-corner to hers. She poked unenthusiastically through the now ruined lunch sack, tsking in displeasure before shoving the food away and putting her head in her hands. Her form flickered slightly as she drew from the turmoil her entrance had created. The change was more-or-less imperceptible to all the but the most observant humans, all of whom would shrug it off as a trick of the light or their tired Thursday lunch break eyes. Humans were so obligingly obstinate about their realities. It was actually amusing, watching the mental gymnastics they would undertake to retain some sense of normalcy.
Sated for the moment, Lisbeth smiled slightly and lifted her head, reclining in her seat. Her fury wasn’t gone, but it had abated to the point where it would no longer overflow to others and she wouldn’t necessarily bite the head off of anyone who came near her, though God help anyone who inspired her ire. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, hoping to perhaps grab a moment or two of rest, since she wasn’t planning on actually eating the horrible lunch she’d thrown together for herself that morning. Hearing the tap of shoes on the grimy cafeteria floor, she opened one lazy, half-glaring eye to look at the intruder. “Yes?”
