|
|
Post by sabrel on Sept 6, 2011 19:19:40 GMT -5
Dumb, dumb exams! Who needed them? Why in the world did school force you to waste precious memory space in pointless things such as these bunch of dates... heh, of what help could it possibly be to know that there was this guy named George Washington who was born in 1632 and died in 1899? I mean, who cared? And that the Everest was navigable... pfff! With a heavy sigh, the young man picked a history book from the shelves and took it to a nearby table. He allowed himself to fall on the chair and opened the book.
The myriad little black letters seemed to dance before Sabrel's eyes as he stared at the pages idly. He read the first sentence or so and then began skipping the pages, flipping them angrily, mentally complaining about how useless and badly done that book was... every page looked the same... it didn't even have pictures in it. What a waste of rain forest. He continued flipping the pages until he found the other lid. Sabrel sighed and then slipped underneath the table, searching in his green backpack for his notebook. Slowly, his eyes appeared above the table level, and his hands placed the torn notebook on its surface as if it was the sarcophagus of an Egyptian mummy.
The cover almost came off when he opened it, and many pages were torn and had his fingerprints marked all over them. His eyes skimmed through the scarce bits of spidery writing as he continued to search for the latest notes. Then he stopped, however, the page on which his search halted did not contain the notes he had been looking for, but rather a badly drawn cartoon of a long-haired girl wearing medieval armor, holding high a sword. On her face was a crazy look, and she had a tongue like a snake's. Sabrel chuckled quietly at the memories this piece of art brought.
|
|
