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, I may very well involve the Spore. Later.
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"You're home a little late, honey," was the greeting I got from Bunny's mother once I found my way back to the house that was my new home. "I ran into your freind Melvin earlier. He got a ninety-five on his quiz - how did you do?"
"I knew he'd done well," I replied. "It would be nice if he didn't rub it everyone else's face like that - he's not making any friends - but at least he has something to brag about."
She looked at me suspiciously. "Why do I get the impression that you didn't score quite so well as Melvin did?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because you know me quite well? Have I ever gotten a grade as good as Melvin's?" I asked a little sourly. "I've got to go get started on my homework - I want to go over that quiz in detail and see where I went wrong."
'Mom' paled. "Are you feeling alright, Bunny?" she asked. "Do you think you might be coming down with something?"
"Yeah," agreed another voice from the door, and I spotted a little brat - almost certainly Bunny's little brother - who'd come into the house behind me. "Since when did you do your homework without prompting, sis'?"
I considered what to say and then came up wioth an explanation to cover for my change in attitude. Anyone who knew me wouldn't be surprised to discover that I took my inspiration from a TV show. "I don't like being humiliated, Mom. And being the tallest girl in next year's eighth grade would be very humiliating."
Bunny's - my - mom frowned. "But you're in eighth grade this year, Bunny," she said. "Are your teachers'..."
I shook my head sharply. "No. And I'm not giving them reason," I said flatly and stormed upstairs with a mission. Not quite the mission it sounded like, but a mission nonetheless.
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Now let's be honest - more than hal;f my homework was ridiculously easy. I actually had to make some deliberate mistakes on my maths paper or it would have been grossly evident that it wasn't Bunny doing the work. Just presenting the working correctly was probably an excessive risk in that respect. Other classes, on the other hand, were more of a challenge. The homework for subjects like history kept me busy for the bulk of the evening and probably wasn't much better than what Bunny usually turned in.
The sun had set and there was a cresecnet moon visible through the open window of my bedroom when I closed the last book with a sigh and leant back to stretch and examine the ceiling. When I looked down again, I saw a black cat had slipped through the window and onto my bed. I turned the chair to face her and spotted the crescent moon mark on her forehead.
"I've been searching for you, Bunny," she said in a clear voice. "My name is Luna."
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
, I may very well involve the Spore. Later.------------------------------------------------------
"You're home a little late, honey," was the greeting I got from Bunny's mother once I found my way back to the house that was my new home. "I ran into your freind Melvin earlier. He got a ninety-five on his quiz - how did you do?"
"I knew he'd done well," I replied. "It would be nice if he didn't rub it everyone else's face like that - he's not making any friends - but at least he has something to brag about."
She looked at me suspiciously. "Why do I get the impression that you didn't score quite so well as Melvin did?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because you know me quite well? Have I ever gotten a grade as good as Melvin's?" I asked a little sourly. "I've got to go get started on my homework - I want to go over that quiz in detail and see where I went wrong."
'Mom' paled. "Are you feeling alright, Bunny?" she asked. "Do you think you might be coming down with something?"
"Yeah," agreed another voice from the door, and I spotted a little brat - almost certainly Bunny's little brother - who'd come into the house behind me. "Since when did you do your homework without prompting, sis'?"
I considered what to say and then came up wioth an explanation to cover for my change in attitude. Anyone who knew me wouldn't be surprised to discover that I took my inspiration from a TV show. "I don't like being humiliated, Mom. And being the tallest girl in next year's eighth grade would be very humiliating."
Bunny's - my - mom frowned. "But you're in eighth grade this year, Bunny," she said. "Are your teachers'..."
I shook my head sharply. "No. And I'm not giving them reason," I said flatly and stormed upstairs with a mission. Not quite the mission it sounded like, but a mission nonetheless.
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Now let's be honest - more than hal;f my homework was ridiculously easy. I actually had to make some deliberate mistakes on my maths paper or it would have been grossly evident that it wasn't Bunny doing the work. Just presenting the working correctly was probably an excessive risk in that respect. Other classes, on the other hand, were more of a challenge. The homework for subjects like history kept me busy for the bulk of the evening and probably wasn't much better than what Bunny usually turned in.
The sun had set and there was a cresecnet moon visible through the open window of my bedroom when I closed the last book with a sigh and leant back to stretch and examine the ceiling. When I looked down again, I saw a black cat had slipped through the window and onto my bed. I turned the chair to face her and spotted the crescent moon mark on her forehead.
"I've been searching for you, Bunny," she said in a clear voice. "My name is Luna."
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.