#callmcmj

         Sent to the principals office, again. It really comes as no surprise. Caspian hasn’t always been pleasant to this teacher; he criticizes everything. With his nose scrunched up and the way he so boldly proclaims things makes Caspian hate him. Science was interesting enough, especially biology and evolution. But whenever Caspian asked questions, the teacher mocked him for even asking. 

           Caspian’s education had gaps. No preschool or elementary school had been given to him. Using home school to get him to the point where he could be in High school, there were things that left gaps. This resulted in ‘stupid questions’ that made people laugh at him. But it was worse when  the teacher’s response was sarcasm. 

              ❝ I was actually asking... ❞               ❝ Stop disrupting my class. ❞               ❝ But I really want to know! ❞               ❝ Bengal, principals office. ❞

       His question was dismissed along with him. He got up in a huff, angry and upset. Grabbing his things he stormed off to walk the halls like he was now. He wasn’t going to go to the principals office. It was stupid, he was just going to go home. The day was almost over anyway. 

       Walking towards his locker, Caspian sets his things down on the ground and spins the lock to open it. But he hears a muttering from the other end of the hall. His attention swivels and he remains quiet. Something about that voice is familiar. He walks a bit closer, peaking around to see that it’s MJ, the girl that sometimes sits with him in silence during lunch. He doesn’t think he’s really heard her talk this much. 

                ❝ hey, michelle ! so, i won the                    hamilton lottery today ... ❞

and it's not the first time she's won the lottery ... she's won tickets five ( six  ? ) times before. but, it's HAMILTON, and any chance she has to watch the show again  ... she'll take it !

           it is, after all, one of her most            favorite shows on broadway.

                ❝ do you  want to come ? ❞

05. do you listen to music while your write?

Yes and no. Almost always ?? no, because, although some songs give me a lot of inspiration to write, I get super distracted and I end up doing nothing. So I'd rather not. However, I leave some videos playing on youtube and it does this help me  ?? Especially skate videos (I know, weird, but it happens).

       ❛    so...  you’re  gonna  be  the  new  scholastic  leader  or  something,  right ?   that  position  liz  used  to  have  before  she  left ?    ❜   there’s   a  lilt  in  her  tone  as  she  ends  her  sentence,  brows  raising  slightly  in  question.   mj  wasn’t  all  that  invested  with  what  went  on  in  the  school  teams  that  weren’t  particularly  in  her  line  of  interest  ---  like  the  av  club;  she  only  knew  things  about  the  scholastic  decathlon  team  because  liz  was  in  her  friend  group,  and  now  that  she  was  gone...  well,  she  had  to  make  sure  the  team  was  left  in  good  hands.   ❛    don’t  take  this  the  wrong  way,  but  you’ve  got  some  big  shoes  to  fill.   i  heard  liz  was  a  really  great  captain.    ❜

“Out of the way!” Only after she had jumped on the girl, shielding her with her body, did she realize that it had probably been a bad idea. Now her shirt had a fresh bullet hole in it (unfortunate), she had a girl underneath her (less unfortunate), and a guy with a gun still running towards them (extremely unfortunate).

        ❛ ya know, when i invited you over to study, i didn’t think we were actually gonna study. ❜ peter mutters, while using two fingers to crinkle and then flip the page of his textbook. it’s friday night, after all. michelle might have homework, but there’s no way it’s due within the next few hours. still, he’s willing to pretend to study if it means more time together. between school, applying for schools, his job, and moonlighting as spider-man, a friday night in which they’re both free has been virtually unheard of. he lets the book fall shut then, propping his chin up in the palm of his hand. ❛ we should do something FUN. something that you think is fun. something you think is fun that isn’t reading. ❜ the hero clarifies, tone slightly teasing, expression playful as he watches the girl across from him. the tips of his fingers tap gently against his cheeks, their text books and spirals spread out around him on his living room floor. truthfully, he’s more curious about what she might consider fun than anything else. ❛ you know, take the edge off. ❜