Interrupt his study...please? (OPEN)
Jan 23, 2013 9:01:15 GMT -5
Post by Larkein Blackhawk on Jan 23, 2013 9:01:15 GMT -5
Lark shook the heavy black bag from his shoulder. It landed with a thud on the top of the table. Students around him glared at him. He held up his hands in a, "Don't shoot me" manner. The stupid history teacher was making them write an entire paper on the Black Plague. How the hell was he supposed to know what the Black Plague was?
People grew all boily and died right? What was so significant about that? In history, people died all the time and America should give a rat's ass about something that happened well over two hundred years ago... Disappointed that he had to spend his afternoon reading up on the bubonic plague, he resigned himself to his horrible fate.
He grabbed the first book out of his bag, laying it down mockingly quiet. Of course, no one heard it to notice. Oh, ew, fleas? Rats? It made him shudder to think that the human race was that nasty during those times.
Lark quickly closed the book with another thud. Three of his peers stood and walked out, their eyes glaring holes into him. Well? Was it his fault that the bubonic plague was just too nasty for words? He felt bile coming up, and clutched the table to hold it down.
Living a life of luxury, he didn't have to deal with dirty rats. Some scraped his chair back to stand making the tiger-boy jump. Being a shape-shifter, you always had to worry about getting fleas. He jumped up, completely freaked out about the fact that fleas carried this disease. What if he could...? Was it possible?
Lark sat in the hard-backed chair, nervously peering at people over the top of his book as if the bubonic plague was going to swing through and kill off every single one of the students.
People grew all boily and died right? What was so significant about that? In history, people died all the time and America should give a rat's ass about something that happened well over two hundred years ago... Disappointed that he had to spend his afternoon reading up on the bubonic plague, he resigned himself to his horrible fate.
He grabbed the first book out of his bag, laying it down mockingly quiet. Of course, no one heard it to notice. Oh, ew, fleas? Rats? It made him shudder to think that the human race was that nasty during those times.
Lark quickly closed the book with another thud. Three of his peers stood and walked out, their eyes glaring holes into him. Well? Was it his fault that the bubonic plague was just too nasty for words? He felt bile coming up, and clutched the table to hold it down.
Living a life of luxury, he didn't have to deal with dirty rats. Some scraped his chair back to stand making the tiger-boy jump. Being a shape-shifter, you always had to worry about getting fleas. He jumped up, completely freaked out about the fact that fleas carried this disease. What if he could...? Was it possible?
Lark sat in the hard-backed chair, nervously peering at people over the top of his book as if the bubonic plague was going to swing through and kill off every single one of the students.