[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/nUerOWY.png[/img] [color=de5d83]Location:[/color] Bathroom -> Somewhere in the school -> Back to Class [color=de5d83]Interacting with:[/color] Joe, Everybody in class [hr] [img]http://i.imgur.com/yDmDeHf.jpg?1[/img][/center] [hr] [b][color=de5d83][i]‘My liiiiiiife….’[/i][/color][/b] Temperance was fraught with frustration as she scrubbed the cooled coffee out of her pants with rough, circular motions. Why couldn’t the dashing Chris Pratt just waltz in and take her pants off and… Her cheeks flushed red at the thought, immediately ceasing her descent into erotic fiction for now. It was too early for hopeless, dirty romantic thoughts! Vigorously, one of her small hands grabbed another handful of paper towels while the other tossed the soaked ones into the garbage. Her pants were dry now, for the most part. In an alternate reality, they could have been off though. And she could have been with Chris Pratt! In a public bathroom… … Okay, so maybe that really wasn’t the [i]best[/i] fantasy. In fact, it could even be considered a little gross. This is exactly why she read other people’s smut rather than wrote her own. As far her incident with her coffee went, this was definitely not the first time anything chaotic and embarrassing had happened Temperance. Something of a curse followed her, a poltergeist that left a maelstrom in its wake. One of her most notorious achievements, if they could be called that, consisted of toppling over nearly all of their modest library’s bookshelves after she had bent over to tie her shoe laces. Seriously, she swore up and down God himself had out it for her. Her mom just considered it her “awkward stage” in life, but she’d been stuck in this state since elementary school. Whether or not she’d actually grow out of her clumsiness had yet to be seen. Sighing, the blonde made her way out of the bathroom and down the hall to find Joe the Janitor. He was, after all, the go to man for the devastation Temperance wrought. Never in his life had he had to work as much as did while the young Venable continued to grace Westworth High. Still, the two of them had a solid relationship, and when the older man caught sight of the mousey blonde strolling toward him, he could only chuckle, knowing some misfortune had already transpired. [b]“What’s it today? Break the toilet again?”[/b] Joe jested, teasing the teenager with a smirk. The toilet accident… Temperance didn’t want to go into that. She didn’t even know toilets could break like that! [b][color=de5d83]“No… I got coffee all over the floor in Mr. Clark’s classroom.”[/color][/b] She meekly replied, eyes on the floor and hands folded awkwardly. [b]“I won’t question how that happened, but don’t worry, Temperance. I’ve got this. I’d make you do it, but… I think we’d all somehow be drowning in dirty mop water.”[/b] Whistling, the janitor waltzed away to get a mop and his janitorial cart, while the mess of a Junior hurried back in silence to Mr. Clark’s class. It was doubtful she’d be getting her history assignment in, which had her tumbling her hands in anxiety. At least she was alive, unlike the poor souls residing in Paris’ catacombs. Bones, more bones, death, and darkness… What a miserable place to be buried! Strangely, the thought of France’s capital and its eerie landmark gave the blonde inspiration for the Junior class’ trip. Of course, it was perfect! Well, at least she considered it to be the prime locale for a bunch of small town teenagers. Bustling into class, the blonde’s green eyes went to the white board, noticing the best suggestion hadn’t been made yet. Hawaii, LA, London, Paris, Rome… Yuck! Youth was about experience, not sightseeing! [b][color=de5d83]“Amsterdam! 4/20, blaze it! Smoke weed everyday!”[/color][/b] she blurted out, which quickly drew suspicious eyes from Mr. Clark. [b][color=de5d83]“Er… I mean, it’s historic and there’s a lot of educational value to be had there.”[/color][/b] A quaint laugh could be heard as Joe the Janitor slipped behind Temperance and got to work, cleaning up the girl’s mess. Truthfully, Temperance knew absolutely nothing about Amsterdam except for the supposed lawlessness of the city that numerous forms of media had attached to it. Yes, marijuana was legal in Colorado, but that was probably the only [i]wild[/i] thing about the state. As for how to fund the trip… That was a tricky question. A small school like theirs only got so much money, and there were so few people around that could actually contribute anything. Well, unless Lala’s parents wanted to do the heavy lifting anyway. To [i]really[/i] get the ball running money-wise on their own, they would probably have to operate outside Westworth or simply do it online. [b][color=de5d83]“So… this is going to be a weird suggestion, but we could sell cursed items on eBay or something… I mean, obviously they’re not really cursed, but people will pay hundreds of dollars for creepy dolls. Not that I’ve done that before, just… you know, something I’ve read about.”[/color][/b] Temperance squeaked out her strange fundraising proposal, silently begging someone to save her from being up her in the spotlight. She was too awkward and strange for this! Lala did the talking, not her! Why did she do this to herself?! All she wanted to do was go back to a dry desk and sleep forever! Where was Chris Pratt when you needed him most...?