Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2012 20:47:49 GMT -6
HE COULD BE A HERO
Javes sighed as he looked at the failing grade on the paper he had just been handed back. He knew it was his own fault. He had after all written it 30 minutes before it was due, having fully forgotten about it until the last possible minute. “That’s what I get for being an idiot,” he muttered to himself running a hand through his hair. His grade was already crappy in the class and it really couldn’t afford to take another hit like this one. At the dismissal of the class Javes let out a sigh, he was definitely happy the class was over.
Professor Mcgonagall was still mad at him for missing his class last week, and was determined to make his time in his class was a living hell. It wasn’t like he intentionally missed his class, and he had told him that, he had just simply forgotten to come. It wasn’t his fault; time had simply slipped from him, but noooo, the jerk couldn’t accept that. He really did hate him sometimes, even if he was one of the best teacher he had ever had.
Walking into his room he quickly exchanged his books from his last class for his next. He shoved his crap in there doing his best to make sure it would fit. He had Potions next. Ugh! He hated Potions, and the fact that he had Advance Potions, this early in the morning, made his life suck that much more. He sighed and walked down the halls to get to his next block, passing a group of people who he partied with a few times; he nodded hey, and continued on his way.
Today hadn’t been the best day of his life. It wasn’t the worst day ever, but certainly not the best. He stuck a hand in his hoodie pocket, looking for the pack of cigarettes he kept there. He didn’t feel them. “Fuck.” Javes said, remembering that he had smoked his last one yesterday. Panic started to settle in as he considered his options. He didn’t smoke often, but had started doing it more often, but he did enjoy knowing they were there. “Ugh!!!” He fumed. He was in a hurry, as he couldn’t really afford to be late again, having already accumulated 4 tardies, one more and he was going to have detention…again. Moving quickly through the halls he accidentally ran into somebody in front of him, “Aww… shit dude, I’m sorry.” He said bending down to pick up his stuff. Taking notice of who he had knocked down a scowl glare combo quickly covered his features, “Fuck..." he muttered, "On second thought… I'm not that sorry!”
WORDS 446 TAGGED ZACH NOTES Muy excited for this!
TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0