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Posted by mark on Oct 6, 2010 6:48:48 GMT -6
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She realised she shouldn’t have asked that question when Maya fell off the desk sputtering about how wrong that idea and giving Faye the evils. >>>That's just wrong, on so many levels. Ew. No offense, Sam. I jus' don't swing that way."
Wait what? Don’t swing which way? Who doesn’t like boys?….. The little cogs in her brain went clickity clack as she pieced it together. Oh she doesn’t like-like boys. Faye blushed and took special interest in her sneakers maybe time for new shoes soon? Yeah new shoes fix everything.
She listened as Mr Johnson explained that the sessions where to keep certain students out of trouble, was she in trouble? That would be bad she rubbed her thumb across her bottom lip, a nervous reflex she’d yet to shake.
Maya asked if Faye was coming to the DR or not?
>>>”She will be coming…for several reasons but trying not only to look for alcohol in my office but then try to change the subject by playing it off . I’m not one that can be fooled easily, go ahead and ask Maya.”
Ah yes to both the trouble and the punishment. Apparently Mr Johnson hadn’t been fooled by plan J (for jibber jabber), he’d only put in aside for the moment. Faye looked up from her feet and asked another question Just stop talking wailed her brain your making it worse for us.
"Ummm, is the midnight session at midnight or is that just a name? And what’s a DR and how do I get there? " You forgot the most important question… "Oh yeah, what should I wear?"
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Oct 6, 2010 8:45:32 GMT -6
mark
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Married to Becca Grey-Morris
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May 21, 2024 4:04:54 GMT -6
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>>”Don’t think it could be possible to make that any more wrong… No, it’s not like hat at all, you see I keep Maya out of trouble, and a few of the other students with my sessions.”
"Yeah, he's our fairy godfather." Maya nodded, still holding up he good girl image, biting back a smirk as she took more notes. There wasn't really anything to take notes about, so she just drew tiny flowers and stars on the form.
>>”She will be coming… for several reasons but trying not only to look for alcohol in my office but then try to change the subject by playing it off… I’m not one that can be fooled easily, go ahead and ask Maya.”
"No he is not. He is very very hard to fool." Maya recited as if she was reading from a book. It was actually true; Sam had caught her before, almost a year ago, and it was one of the best things that had happened to her in the Mansion. Now she was an X trainee. Which was, let's face it, all kinds of awesome.
>>"Ummm, is the midnight session at midnight or is that just a name? And what’s a DR and how do I get there? Oh yeah, what should I wear? "
"I'm guessing it's really midnight" Maya smirked "That's a, um, special time for me." is specially sucks "DR is short for Danger Room. I'll show you the way."
She left the last answer for Sam. She couldn't come up with anything that would have come out right.
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