[hr][h1][i][color=bc8dbf]Theresa Sindel Obott[/color][/i][/h1]
[hider=Neon Indian - Future Sick][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycj8lTX1lXI[/youtube][/hider][hr]


Ah.... the beauty of being invisible. Or the curse of being invisible. Everyone ignored you! Great, for when you don't want to be bothered by closed minded fucks, but Theresa was a social butterfly. She needed to get out there! Get seen by people, man. She can't sit in the back of the class forever. She needed to....

"[b]Ms. Obott.[/b]" The teacher addressed her. "Now is not the time for sleeping." 

Which made Theresa raise her head and realize she was sitting in the chair with her face down and her arms wrapped around her. It looked she was sleeping (Or doing something else weird), but she was wrapping around her iPod Touch. She had the song on the most silent volume. Um. If she was caught with this, they'd toss her precious iPod in a box, and never let it out. All cold and alone. It needed mommy if it was going to be a happy iPod! And Theresa needed her iPod if she was going to stay happy. Well, she placed her arm over the iPod in hopes that her outfit would conceal it. Because like hell she was going to lose the one thing that kept her sane. [color=bc8dbf]"Sorry!"[/color] Theresa said with a awkward smile. [color=bc8dbf]"I was just uh... [i]studying[/i] so hard, that I was tired." [i]Perfect excuse. Anyone would swallow that.[/i][/color]

The teacher lowered her head, and said, "[b]Now, where were we...?[/b]" Looking down at the book. "[b]Ah, yes. I hope you're taking notes here... Because who was the Emperor of Japan during World War 2?[/b]" She asked.

Oh christ. Theresa wasn't paying attention! She was entranced by the teacher's massive jugs. Yeah, Theresa could call her 'attractive". She was old, kinda tall, but she was a finely aged fruit. It was like that Van Halen song! Made for moments like these... where Theresa gets humiliated in front of the class for perving on the teacher [i]and[/i] looking dumb. [color=bc8dbf]"Here...ro... hoe toe...?"[/color] She tried. She really did.

"[b]Hirohito, Ms. Obott.[/b]" The teacher sternly said. "[b]Guess I have to give you this one for effort.[/b]"

[color=bc8dbf][i]Yay![/i][/color] Theresa only died a little bit on the inside this time.

The teacher turned around, and Theresa had to ask herself, [color=bc8dbf][i]Does she got a booty too?[/i][/color] After the teacher turned around, Theresa was severely disappointed. [color=bc8dbf][i]... She don't.[/i][/color] 

She continued talking about History and that nonsense, "[b]Hirohito ascended to the throne at the age of 15 when his father, Emperor Taisho, died - [i]and blah, blah, blah, all of you are just staring at my tits, so I don't even know what I'm teaching you.[/i][/b]" And in Theresa's eyes, it quickly degraded into nonsensical gibberish. Because this class is sooooooooooo boring. What good will she get from learning history? Absolutely nothing! Fortunately, it wasn't long before the class ended.

Theresa almost jumped out of her chair. She slid her iPod into her pocket, and started walking out the door - she was the first person to leave in fact. There was a very special place she wanted to meet up, for very special people like her. The S.P.I.R.I.T club! Aka, the club for huge weirdos. Who else would make a mystery solving club anyway? Either way, she made her way towards the room where they'd be having their meeting. She stopped at the door, and put her ear (and a hand) to the door. Awful lot of chatterin' going on in there. Which means this might not be a waste of time after all! 

Well, only one way to really find out. Theresa pushed open the door with her shoulder, and had a wide smile on her face. She stood in the doorway for a few seconds, taking a moment or two to look around. A lot of faces... too many to remember actually. Heh. So she'd figured she'd find out who's the coolest quick as possible. She was going to disarm everyone with her good looks, and great sense of humour! 

[color=bc8dbf]"Hey,"[/color] She started off,, walking through the room. Giving everyone a cheeky smirk as she walked by. [color=bc8dbf]"This the club for mystery huntin' weirdos? Because I got the biggest [i]weirdo[/i] of them all right here."[/color] She grabbed a chair, and sat down in it with her legs crossed. [color=bc8dbf]"It's me. I'm the weirdo."[/color]