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Jan. 24th, 2009 09:02 amToday was another one of those brilliant days.
Where he had to sit through their version of the monotonous high school hell counting hundredths of seconds.
(Which he had definitely sat through the end of telling himself he did not wonder why Bella kept tapping the pencil tip and eraser of her pencil, over her thin and pale finger, which clashed with her sweater choice, through the lecture on unicellular eukaryote microorganisms in the odd off tempo rhythm. It wasn't important. He shouldn't care. He didn't care. It was better that way.)
It was hours later when he arrived home.
The backpack was left in the closet on the way to the stairs.
He stopped at the top of the stairs searching out where his family members were and what they were doing.
Where he had to sit through their version of the monotonous high school hell counting hundredths of seconds.
(Which he had definitely sat through the end of telling himself he did not wonder why Bella kept tapping the pencil tip and eraser of her pencil, over her thin and pale finger, which clashed with her sweater choice, through the lecture on unicellular eukaryote microorganisms in the odd off tempo rhythm. It wasn't important. He shouldn't care. He didn't care. It was better that way.)
It was hours later when he arrived home.
The backpack was left in the closet on the way to the stairs.
He stopped at the top of the stairs searching out where his family members were and what they were doing.
