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TinyRustyPiglets
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((OOC= http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/showthread.php?t=7019))
Emmett's leg jiggled in a rapid, steady rhythm as he waited, impatiently, for the dismissal bell to ring. He'd given up on taking notes forty minutes ago, right after he politely asked the jerk behind him to stop kicking his chair for the third time that period. He still hadn't stopped. Emmett wasn't usually one to get pissed off at dumbass idiots who lived and aimed to piss people off, but his day had ultimately been utter shit, and he was just about ready to punch this dick in the face.<o:p></o:p>
The kid behind him—Tim he remembered his name was—started up a conversation with the guy next to him, but the extremely irritating "thump, thump, thump," of his stupid Osirus sneakers tapping the leg of his chair never ceased and Emmett's knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his desk. Tim laughed at something the other kid had said, and Emmett decided the laughing was even more irritating than the kicking. Imagine the sound of a sick donkey and a retarded hyena. <o:p></o:p>
Tim snickered, "Dude, don't be such a faggot." <o:p></o:p>
God dammit, Em seethed,That's it. He turned around, "Hey, knock it off,alright?!"<o:p></o:p>
The class fell silent.<o:p></o:p>
Tim stared. "Chill out, dyke." He muttered.<o:p></o:p>
Emmett stood up.<o:p></o:p>
The teacher interrupted. "Miss Thomas!"<o:p></o:p>
Miss. She called me Miss. <o:p></o:p>
Until that moment, Emmett had never related to the term 'Saved by the bell,' but at that moment as the bell rang, he didn't think he'd ever be more thankful for that sound ever again.<o:p></o:p>
Emmett grabbed his stuff and got out of there as quickly as possible and headed for the spare classroom in the back of the library were GSA was held. The room was chosen mostly for privacy reasons. Last year, when it was held in a normal classroom, jerks and ignorant assholes, like Tim himself, would stand out in the hallway just to laugh and make rude remarks. <o:p></o:p>
This year, as club president, Emmett Thomas wasn't going to have that.<o:p></o:p>
He unlocked the door with his key and took a seat in the swivel chair behind the front desk, enjoying his moment of silence.<o:p></o:p>
Emmett's leg jiggled in a rapid, steady rhythm as he waited, impatiently, for the dismissal bell to ring. He'd given up on taking notes forty minutes ago, right after he politely asked the jerk behind him to stop kicking his chair for the third time that period. He still hadn't stopped. Emmett wasn't usually one to get pissed off at dumbass idiots who lived and aimed to piss people off, but his day had ultimately been utter shit, and he was just about ready to punch this dick in the face.<o:p></o:p>
The kid behind him—Tim he remembered his name was—started up a conversation with the guy next to him, but the extremely irritating "thump, thump, thump," of his stupid Osirus sneakers tapping the leg of his chair never ceased and Emmett's knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his desk. Tim laughed at something the other kid had said, and Emmett decided the laughing was even more irritating than the kicking. Imagine the sound of a sick donkey and a retarded hyena. <o:p></o:p>
Tim snickered, "Dude, don't be such a faggot." <o:p></o:p>
God dammit, Em seethed,That's it. He turned around, "Hey, knock it off,alright?!"<o:p></o:p>
The class fell silent.<o:p></o:p>
Tim stared. "Chill out, dyke." He muttered.<o:p></o:p>
Emmett stood up.<o:p></o:p>
The teacher interrupted. "Miss Thomas!"<o:p></o:p>
Miss. She called me Miss. <o:p></o:p>
Until that moment, Emmett had never related to the term 'Saved by the bell,' but at that moment as the bell rang, he didn't think he'd ever be more thankful for that sound ever again.<o:p></o:p>
Emmett grabbed his stuff and got out of there as quickly as possible and headed for the spare classroom in the back of the library were GSA was held. The room was chosen mostly for privacy reasons. Last year, when it was held in a normal classroom, jerks and ignorant assholes, like Tim himself, would stand out in the hallway just to laugh and make rude remarks. <o:p></o:p>
This year, as club president, Emmett Thomas wasn't going to have that.<o:p></o:p>
He unlocked the door with his key and took a seat in the swivel chair behind the front desk, enjoying his moment of silence.<o:p></o:p>