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Post by Mystery on Sept 8, 2009 21:01:34 GMT -5
Socks watched Devan go in silence. Blinking as he threw his tantrum and stormed out back home, Socks burst out into laughter. Clapping a hand over his mouth, he muffled his laughter.
"I'M so sorry Mo-...Mrs.Dalgo. I just..." He stuttered. "I just-phfffttt....!!!" He chuckled into his hand hand again, trying to hide and stuffle his laughter.
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Post by Moss on Sept 10, 2009 21:42:06 GMT -5
**Mrs. Dalgo turns a reddish color, visible even under her fur, obviously embarrassed. she's always tried to set a clear border with her kids- they are not to act like she's their mother and they are at their house while at school. Surprisingly,, Moss had always been the best at this.... it must be connected to the fact that she doesn't give a darn about school... The teacher ignores socks's outburst, coughing and clearing her throat a couple times. Looking over her class, she gets a hold of herself, and returns to the normal Mrs. Dalgo. Frowning, she mutters.** I'll deal with him after school. This attitude problem is getting bad. **Looking at the board, covered with a finished lesson, she turns back to the class and meows, in a loader voice.** Please stack your papers on my desk and take out your silent reading books.
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Post by Delphi, Adrien, and Paliki on Sept 12, 2009 12:20:03 GMT -5
**Adrien can't help but be amused at Devan's outburst and Mrs. Dalgo's reaction. Unlike Socks, however, the tom is rather successful at holding back his laughter. He stiffens as Mrs. Dalgo tells them to turn in their papers, scribbles in all the answers he can, and goes to turn it in like nothing had happened. Going back to his desk, Adrien pulls out a well worn copy of The Outsiders.**
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Post by Moss on Oct 15, 2009 19:13:55 GMT -5
**Moss bites her tongue to not laugh out loud, her emerald eyes widening with barely suppressed laughter. As her mom instructs the class to turn in their work, she doesn't even bother to try like her boyfriend. Instead, she shoves the worksheet into her open book and shoves the whole mess, rather violently unto her desk. She pulls out a sadly worn copy of 'Explosives for Dummies'- a birthday present from a few years earlier, courtesy of Socks, and flips through it. grinning in anticipation at all the lovely projects displayed in the pages, she pulls out her ipod (birthday and Christmas gift, courtesy of her parents) and begins listening to something in-audible to the rest of the class. She quietly humms some kind of tune, most surely different from the music she's listening to.**
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Post by Mystery on Oct 15, 2009 20:06:10 GMT -5
Socks coughs, clears his throat after his little... 'hissy' laughing fit. Standing up, he placed his completed, currsive, and somewhat neat omework on the pile and slinks back into his seat. Reaching into his desk he pulled out 'Sherlock Holms' And dug into his book right away. He was almost finished, and loving the story. Scooting a little further down into his seat, he began to read.
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