RANDY LEE PRINCE
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BABY, YOU LEAVE A BAD TASTE IN MY MOUTH
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Post by RANDY LEE PRINCE on May 23, 2010 4:29:06 GMT
Randy stomped angrily down the halls towards the gymnasium. Carrying a stack of papers given to him by another teacher, who had stomped him in the hall and demanded him to give the report to the gym teacher. Like Randy didn't have somewhere better to be and to heel it wasn't gym. He hated that class and sucked at it to, he rather stick it out on a bench and get a bad grade instead of throwing red rubber balls at fat kids. So Randy defiantly didn't want to be in there more than her had to. He carried the stack of papers in one hand as his hand bang was thrown over his right shoulder. He took a sharp left into the Gymnasium.
The sound of Randy's feet tapping along the gym floor echo threw the gym, the sound of only him. The room seeming bigger without a couple hundred kids packed into running up and down. He took time to look around as he stepped into the Gym teachers office which was in another small room like a janitors office inside the gym itself. Randy didn't take time to check if the teacher was there, but instead just threw the papers on the first desk he saw. Stepping out as quickly as he went in. Looking around the emptiness of the room and the quiet atmosphere before quickly turning his his shoulder bag, digging out homework due for his math class. Taking a seat outside the teachers door, crossing his legs indian style. Working on he math questions as his paper laid of the hard surface of his book. Quietly thinking to himself, hoping no one disturbed his quiet not until he finished his work.
"if you're talking then it's like this" other character talking? "looks like this"
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