Title:           St. Celestia Day 3: Wednesday
Author:          St-Celestia-High
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First Edit:      Tuesday 3rd of December 2013 09:05:02 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 3rd of December 2013 09:05:02 PM CDT

>Start Day 3
>You wake up with an unwillingness to go to school
>Too bad
>You need those grades
>Opportunities await for no man
>You get up, shower, shave, eat, and dress
>Within 10 minutes of cartoons, you're out the door
>Pretty damn early, considering it's still dark out
>Maybe you could sneak a couple minutes of sleep in
>Then again, you could pass up annoying the shit out of Twilight
>Decisions, decisions..
 
A. Sleep
B. School
C. Take a day off
 
>School
>You could sleep in class later
>Just make it to school
>You start your journey
>Through Syrup lane
>Past the projects
>Through the lava pits
>And past the troll
>You make it to school
>No surprise that no one's here
>Or that you didn't see anyone
>Damn
>You could'a really socialized right about now
>Well, you got a couple minutes to your self
 
Wat do?
 
>Cuddle the Principal
>The pisser is that she's not here yet.
>The kids here rarely show up at...
>What time is it, anyway?
>You check your phone
>5:00am
>Damn.
>You really went all out on this one
>You sit down at the glass doors of the school
>This shit ain't even funny
>'S just boring
---
>Just as you start falling asleep, a Black SUV pulls up at the curb
>Upon further inspection, you see the Principal, as well as Vice Principal step out of the vehicle
>Finally
>The Principal unlocks the glass door, letting you in
>You snuggle her before stepping inside
>It looks so peaceful when the kids here aren't in some sort of rush hour to get to class
 
A. Cafe
B. Other
 
>Get to know this new Principal
>She seems like the fun loving one
>Not really
>The black hair kinda makes her more serious, oddly enough
>You stick with the Principals to the office..
>Oh..
>There's two offices
>Principal's office is at the water fountain, while the Vice Prinicipals office is further down
>Damn
>Well, you've already snuggled the Principal enough
>You follow the Vice Principal to her office
>"Is there something you need, dear student?"
>What's up with that old-English tone?
>Kinda creeping you out
"Uhm...I just needed..to make sure my earliness went into the grading book?"
>"We assure you, it will be put in. "
"Oh.."
>You continue walking with her
"Well. When do the other students start showing up?"
>"We do not really keep track. Check with Celestia."
"Celesti-who?"
>"you do not know? Principal Celestia."
"Oh. Makes sense..."
 
A. Continue walking
A2. Walk and talk about ___
B. Go to Principal Celestia
C. Go to Cafe
 
>Go to Principal Celestia's office
>You depart away from the Vice Principal, and head southward, to the Principal's office
>All about them gains
>Even if they're small
>You reach the Principal's office and knock on her door
>You see the over sized shadow of her approaching
>The door opens, revealing her holding a cup of joe
>"Yes?"
"Just keeping record, here, How long does it take for the students to actually get here?"
>"They usually start showing up around 6', if that answers your question"
>It does, thats.
>A whole hour by yourself
>Fucking fantastic
 
A. Cafe
B. Auditorium
C. Other
 
>Hit on Principal
>Imagine the ego you'd get
>Fucking large
>You stick you leg in the doorway, just before she closes the door
>"Is there something else you want?"
"W-Well..there's been something I wanted to ask you something.."
>"You have my attention.."
"Do you want to..get dinner somewhere..tomorrow?"
>"Tomorrow's kinda busy for me. How's Friday?"
"Deal."
>You hear the glass doors open as the first students enter the school
>Fucking finally
>You say your goodbyes to Celestia and good see who it is
>It's that girl with the weird ass eyes
>Guess you might as well embrace having to see her everyday
>Either way, she's the only one here
 
A. Talk to
B. Go to Cafe
C. Other
 
>Go to the cafe
>You're a little hungry, anyway
>You go downstairs to the cafe and enter through the doors
>As to no surprise, no one's here
>At least you don't have to go on a line
>And you basically only have enough money for a snack
>You pick up your snack and go
>You sit at a random table and enjoy your snack
>Honey Roasted Pretzels
>Not the best, but not the worst
>You finish just as a few kids start pouring into the cafe
>Fan-fucking-tastic
 
A. Wait for your clique
B. Go to class.
 
>Agriculture
>Might as well, since you need those grades
>Greenroom
>What a dumb name to call a class room
>Then again, it fits, seeing as how this room IS used for storing plants
>Still a dumb name, though
>You go upstairs to the class rooms
>Let's see.. it was..
>Right here!
>Bingo
>The humidity hits you like a brick wall
>You persevere and make your way to a table
>You look around the class room
>You need a plant
>Damn
>Maybe you can steal one for a few days?
>Or helping counts? right?
 
A. Steal a plant
B. Help harvest a plant
C. Other
 
>Harvest a plant
>How hard can it be?
>But you gotta get the permission
>Don't wanna be in a fight until at least next Tuesday
>You sit patiently until someone comes into the classroom
>Hell, who are you kidding?
>Not even half of the teachers have shown up yet
>You need something to keep you preoccupied
>Hmm..
>You take further inspection of the class room
>Nothing
"GAH, THIS IS FUCKING BORING."
>Thinking aloud again
>You always do that when you felt strongly about something
>Even ruined your chances with a couple of dates
>No wonder you've haven't had a girlfriend in, like, seven years
>But that's beside the point
 
What do you do in the mean time?
 
A. Text ___
B. Ruin someone's plant
B1. Harvest a plant with out someone knowing
C. Other
 
>Bug someone
>Let's try messing with their plant
>You take another quick sweep of the class room, looking for any plants of any type
>There's on the Teacher's desk
>That's your best bet
>Everyone else either has their plant locked up or taken it with them
>you go over to the plant
>Looks like a Vanilla plant
>We eatin' t'day
>You casually take the plant to the table and start fucking with it
>You grab watering can from the back and fill it up in the sink to the front
>It's actually pretty dirty
>You start watering the plant
>Maybe you're over-doing it
>Yeah, you're definitely over doing it
>not your fault
>No one ever told you how to treat plants
 
A. Stop
B. Keep goin'
C. Do something else
 
>Stop
>Who will make the delicious vanilla ice cream once you kill it?
>You set the watering can aside and put the Vanilla plant back on the desk
>No one must know
>You go back to your seat and wait patiently
>As soon as you do, the door swings open
>It's the majority of the class
>Are they just one big clique?
>Or just fast eaters?
>Those country folk aren't here yet
>Wait..
>Didn't you say you were going to help with the harvest yesterday?
>They're probably so back up they didn't come to school, right?
>R-right?
>Even if they didn't it's likely they'd show up tomorrow and kick your ass for breaking a promise
>Too bad
>The orange one was 2bootylicious4u
>A girl taps you on the shoulder
>"Uhm, 'Scuse meh, y'all are sittin' in mah seat."
>There's literally six more seats in the back
>Can't this bitch walk the extra mile
 
A. Get up
B. Ignore
C. Offer to help
 
>Offer to help
>You're way too lazy to get up and walk 9 feet
>'Scuse, meh."
>You sound as whiny as possible
"But I don't wanna move.."
>"Well, that's too bad."
>She muscles you out of the chair and onto the floor
>If you get dominated by a girl, that's a wake-up call to go lift some more
>You get up and observe her and her plant
>Is that a cherry tree?
>You fucking love cherries
>You watch, super-focused on this one plant
>So god damn interesting
>Hesitantly, you pick a cherry off of a branch and set it into a bucket she had brought from the closet
>You slowly begin picking more
>Until you've stripped the tree bare
>You're actually not half bad at this
>Makes you wonder why you didn't go to the farm to help harvest
 
A. Talk to Cherry Tree girl
B. Go Harvest more
C. Cut class and ___
 
>Break the ice
>You look over to the cherry tree
>You were never good with trees, but you could tell this was a cherry blossom
>The trees in front of your apartment would imitate that of one when spring time came
>But you gotta confirm this
"Where'd you get that tre-?"
>She shushes you in the middle of your sentence
>"Bite ya' tongue! She's not 'that' Tree. She's 'tha' tree."
>Wow
>Goddamn
>Fine
>We'll play by your rules, then
>bitch
"Fine. Where'd you get 'THE' tree?"
>"Ah got it while ah was back 'n rural Fill'ehdelphia"
>It's hard to make out what she's saying, but you manage
"You used to live in Fillydelphia? My cousin had a farm down in South Junction...Do you happen to know a guy named Vinny? Castello?"
>These are all blatant, obvious lies
>You wouldn't expect her to catch up on you though..
>"Vinn'eh? N-no, ah can't say ah have."
"Damn. He has the best weed connections in the city."
>A moment of awkward silence falls between you two as more people start joining the class
"It's totally legal, if you're wondering."
>That's not good enough to break the cloud of awkwardness
>"S-So.."
>Oh, finally
>"Ah'm Cherr'eh. Cherr'eh Jub-a-lee. What's your name?"
"W-what? Jerry?"
>She giggles bubbly
>"Cherr'eh. As in Cherr'eh Pie."
"Oh. I'm gettin' a little old in my ears."
>Damn DJ next door
"The name's Anon. Anonymous. Anonymous Nunya."
>You extend your hand for a handshake
>She obliges
>OW, FUCK, SHIT.
"Firm grip you got there.."
>Never ask her for a handjob
 
A. Talk about ___
B. Cut class and __
C. Go help out harvesting other plants
 
"Hey, by the way..."
>You look left...
>The right..
>Then left again..
"No one needs to know, but you can dead-ass gimme a hand-job right now."
>She slaps you
"KIDDING! Gah.."
>You tend to your cheek
>It's warm
>Fuck, man
>How much does she lift?
>Like...One fiddy?
>One Fiddy Nein?
>Maybe that would be a better subject to ask
>At least know ahead of time
"S-So...what do you do?"
>"Wha'd y'all mean?"
"Like..in general?"
>"Well..Ah live in a town 'bout a train's ride away..so, once ah get off tha' train, Ah go home and harvest mah cherr'eh orchard."
"That's it?"
>"Prett'eh much."
>Hm.
>Well shit
>She's got much more of a boring life than you
 
A. Talk about ___
B. Pull out your phone and listen to music for the rest of class
C. Help harvest other plants
 
>Sees if she's part of those goddamn southerner clique
>Start by going subtly
"Do you by any chance happen to like apples?"
>She thinks about it for a moment
>There's no need to think about it
>It's a simple yes or no question
>"Ah've never really had 'n apple..."
"But you're the apple of my eye.."
>No way she could'a seen that one coming
>"You're too kinda.."
>The Bell rings
>Been here long enough
>"Hay!"
>Jubilee stops you
>"Do y'all happ'n to have World Studies right now?"
"N-no?"
>"Shucks. Y'all are a really intrest'in guy. See y'all at lunch."
>Did she just hit on you?
>She just hit on you, didn't she
>Gettin' booty on Day 3
>You're movin' up
>Pops would be proud of you
 
Right now, you have...
 
>Screw it
>Where booty goes, you follow
>You catch up with Jubilee, just as she exits the door into the rush minute
>Dayum.
>Dat ass in those apple-bottom jeans...
> inb4 No one gets the Flo Rida reference
>You're a little taller than her, and her hair do is still in prime condition
>You follow it as if it was your beacon out of the tidal wave of students hitting you
>This is a good workout session, if you ever needed one
>"HEY, GET OUTTA THE WAY, ASSHOLE, CAN'T-CHA SEE I'M TRYN'A MOVE HERE?"
>That voice
>It could only be Rainbow
>You look behind you
>Sure enough, you see some innocent teacher get flung into the air and in the middle of the Serge-power flow
>Where's she gotta be in such a hurry?
>You continue shuffling your way through
>Only a few more rooms..
>Here we go...
>Wait...
>Rainbow takes World Studies?
>My fucking sides
>You enter the class room, after applying all of your strength to depart from the stream, nearly knocking over a globe
>Jubilee doesn't seem to be here yet..
>Might've made a pit-stop, or have gotten lost
>Rainbow's at the back, reclining on two conjoined table-desks
>And Twilight here also...
>In the front
 
A. Wait for Jubilee
B. Sit next to Rainbow
C. Sit on next to Twi
D. Sit by yourself
 
>Wait for Jubilee
>See what else she's got in store worth telling you
>'Cuz she's obviously mirin'
>"SIT DOWN, QUEEFBAG, I CAN'T SEE THE BOARD!"
>Who knew Rainbow was this eager to try actual education?
>That's probably the pent-up energy she has for Gym
>Regardless, you move out of her way
>You sit in the middle, away from ColorCunt
>Or YellowFlakyCunt in her case
>You sit to the far right of the class room, setting your book bag on the seat next to you to save the seat for Jubilee
>Oh the adventures in store for you two
>It truly is the beginning of a relationship
>The Teach starts writing about the Pan-Something-Something-War
>Real Fuckin' Interesting
>You look over to Twilight
>Still using the mouth-writing thing
>You wonder if anyone pesters her for pencils
>You know the ones
>The bums that are retarded enough not to bring their own pencil
>And you don't have enough audacity to deny them, 'cuz you were a nataurally good person in 1st grade, until now
>Middle School toughened you up
>No more pussy shit
>You pull out a notebook and start writing
>Gotta get them grades, am I right?
>It's just your heading, anyway.
 
A. Notes
B. Procastinate
C. Bother ___
 
>Learn to Learn
>This is going to be hard
>You start writing the lesson plan
'The Quebec General Electio-'
>What the fuck is Twilight so giddy about
>You're getting set just to throw this goddamn book at her head
>Focus, Anon
>This isn't hard at all
>It's as hard you make it to be
>Hue..
'Election was held in July o1948.'
>There
>One down
>Ninety-six more to go
>How hard can this be?
>Very, fucking hard
>Painstakingly hard
>Jubilee enters the class
>You check the time
>11 minutes late
>Damn
>You've seen Everybody Hates Chris
>You know how the teachers ride father time's cock on lateness's
>You lift down your book bag, allowing her to sit
>One step closer to booty
 
A. Notes
B. Talk to Jubilee about __
C. Toss notes to ___ about ___
 
>Talk about how bootylicious she is
>Because this is clearly the obvious thing to do
>She looks like she actually paying attention to class
>Let's change that
>You compose a note
"Psst.."
>She didn't hear you
>One more time
"Pssst..."
>"What?"
"I like your rump-bump, how'd you get it"
>She shushes you and goes back to writing
>bitch
"PSSSST"
>"What?"
>She raises her tone
"You didn't answer my question.."
>She ignores you
>Damn it
>At least you can still both Twilight and the ColorCunt
 
A. Bother Twilight
B. Bother ColorCunt
C. Notes
 
>Annoy Dash
>You already have enough dirt on her to blackmail her
>Maybe this isn't gonna be so bad
>You move to the back to get closer to Dash
>Let the annoyance begin
>"Whaddaya want, kid?"
"What? Can't I sit where I want?"
>"You were sittin' at the front, though."
"Whatever."
>You continue writing
>God damn
>It's a little hard to see
>Maybe you need glasses?
>What would that even look like
>You paint a mental picture
>Not Bad/10
>You know by now, every High School has one of these vision tests at some point in the year
>Imagine if Twilight got a pair..
>It'd fit her
>You look over at Dash
>She's got her legs spread as far open as possible
>She's trying WAY too hard
 
A. Pass her a note saying ___
B. Notes
C. Go to ___
D. Cut class
 
>See about her yeast infection
'Gurl, did you clean your shit, or is it like a bread bakery down there?'
>Seems perfectly straight-foward
>You pass the note
>"The hell is this?"
>She reads it
>Many hues will be ha-
"OW!"
>She conked you right the head
>Fuckin' bitch
>It hurt much more than you expected, too
>You hold your head, rubbing the spot where she hit you
"Shit..."
>"N' let that be a lesson, cuntwad."
>How much does this girl even lift?
>What's with the athletic girls in this school?
>The bell rings
>Well at least you don't have to deal with this goddamn square
>Fuck's sake..
 
Right now, you have...
 
>Chemistry
>Meaning time to bother Twilight
>The lab's upstairs
>But you need to take a piss...
>You can hold it..
>NOPE
>You gotta go now
>You bulldoze your way through the rush hour to the Boy's bathroom
>It's kinda stylish in here
>Clean tiles
>Nice lighting
>Those motion detector sinks
>You could get used to this school
>You enter one of the stalls
>Using a urinal
>Late-2013
>ISHYGDDT
>You let out a stream of piss as you relieve yourself of urine
>Feels good bro
>You zip up your pants as you finish
>You exit the bathroom without washing your hands
>You truly are disgusting
>And you'd like it no other way
>You go up stairs to the lab
>You enter..
>Yus!
>The seat next to Twilight's is empty
>You scurry your ass over the-
>"HOLD IT!"
>It's THAT girl again
>The third-person-one
>Can't you associate with your nerdylicious friend in peace?
>Guess not
>The girl takes you by the shirt and pulls you over to her table
>Oh, okay, guess we're doing it your way.
>You sit down next to her
>"Trixie have a proposal.."
"Sorry, but my mum would kill me if she found out I'm getting married at 16."
>"Not that kind of proposal, idiot! Trixie wants you to do ALL her work in Chemistry.."
"Or what?"
>"LET TRIXIE FINISH! In exchange for a dollar.."
>Seems legit
 
A. Accept
B. Decline
C. Question
 
"I dunno.."
>"What do you mean you DON'T KNOW?"
"It seems a little low for my service...Bring it up to, say, Nine dollars, and we have a deal."
>"WHAT?!"
>Her voice cracks
>Got her with your Jew tatics
>"F-Forget it! Trixie can just find another hopeless nobody to do her work. You there!"
"NO, WAIT... How about Two dollars? Tops."
>"Fifty cents. Since you think you're so good at negotiating with Trixie."
"A dollar."
>"Seventy-five. Firm"
"You wanna play this game?"
>"Trixie's been playing this game LONG before you. Eighty Cents. Final offer."
>Damn
>You screwed yourself beyond repair
 
A. Deal
B. No Deal
 
"No higher?"
>"What do you think Trixie means when she says 'Final Offer?"
>Damn it
"You got yourself a deal."
>"Great. Now get working, slave."
"H-hey. Don't call me that!"
>"Or what?"
>She stares down at you
"Y-you too."
>This is the hardest fear-boner you've had in a while
>How hard can this be?
>You're just copying off of Twilight, anyhow
>Mix Purple with White
>Add Orange
>Stir
>Pour into separate container
>Add Pink
>Shake
>Mix
>And finally mix with this Rainbow stuff
>Wonder what it is
>No time for questions
"Done!"
>"GIVE TRIXIE THAT! Trixie is done!"
>Twilight looks at you two
>You make the heart gesture
>She scoffs
>So tsundere
 
>Hit on the teacher
>Who IS the teacher here, anyway?
>You look around the classroom
>He's at the front
>O-Oh....
>Well, fuck
>He's one of those elderly people
>Well, you're doing this, anyway.
>Nothing better to do
>You shuffle down to front
>O-Oh god..
>The smell emitting from his adult diaper is enough to knock you out
>Good lord.
>You nope the fuck back to your seat
>How about a dance party?
>You two step in your seat
>This is bound to get attention..
>N-No, it's not..
>Damn it
>Everyone in the school is either a fucking square
>The bell rings
>'Bout time
 
Right now, you have...
 
>Physics
>Yeah, time to learn about stuff that exists...
>You can already tell this is going to be fucking horrible
>Twilight's got physics, no fucking surprise
>You follow her to the Physics Lab
>Wonderful
>You take your seat next to her
>You take out your note book and write your heading
>Time to annoy Twilight
>You commence the sacred game of Footsies
>She seems to be getting to hang of this game
>She kicks you in the shin
>You kick back
>She kicks back
>You kick back
>She kicks back
>This continues to occur until the Teach comes back from his coffee break
>Then she goes straight to writing
>Square
 
A. Notes
B. Annoy Twilight
C. Other
 
>Rub her thigh
>Even mentally challenged people need love
>You place you hand on her thigh, just above her purple dress
>It really doesn't go well with her complexion
>Cool design, though
>You begin rubbing her thigh like you're rubbing a bruise
>You can tell she acknowledges it
>She perked up the second you started rubbing
>Next step
>You place your hand on her inner-thigh
>She's blushing
>Obviously, you're doing something right
>You begin rubbing
>She grabs your hand and places it on your lap
>"No, Anon"
>Bitch, please
>You go back to square one
>"N-No, Anon"
>You shush her
>You go back to rubbing her inner-thigh
>A little closer..
>You start rubbing her panties, just above her vagina
>"NO!"
>She caught the attention of the Teacher
>And the whole class
"Hue."
>"Is there a problem?"
>"N-No.."
>"Good. Now.."
>He goes back to doing his pleb-tier lesson
 
A. Continue rustling her
B. Notes
C. Other
 
>Continue
>What's the worst that can happen?
>A crusty purple cunt.
>You don't wanna experience that again
>You continue your quest to rustle her janes
>You go right for it
>You press down on her purple panties
>"A-Anon..Don't you know what 'No' means?"
"Shut up, baby,"
>You begin rubbing in a circular fashion
>She begins to scoot away from you
>Le nope
>You scoot towards her
>Pretty soon, she reaches the wall of the room
>Got her cornered
>The rape train's about to hit full speed, baby
>You take off her panties to get a better angle
>You play with the clitoris for few before actually penetrating her vagina
>Feels warm
>Kinda like dipping your finger in a Chinese finger trap filled with warm water
>You begin sliding your finger in and out of her pussy, while paying half-attention to class
>Nothing suspicious here, officer
>The bell rings
>Goddamn it
>Just when she decides to stop being such a bitch
 
Right now, you have..
 
>Lunch
>You can dig this
>Avoiding all contact with Mental Purple, you exit the class room
>You hear the teacher stop her right before she exits
>Fuck
>Knowing Nerds, she'll probably snitch
>You're in the clear
>You'll just handle it like a man
>Take the weak-ass punishment
>You go downstairs to the cafe
>You push open the doors and breath in the food
>Too bad you don't have any money
>Maybe you can bum off of Jubilee
>Maybe you could leech off of the Apple clique
>Seems fucking ridiculous just to make a club about apples
>But then again, maybe you can join another clique..
>You seem to get along just fine with those upper-class fashion clique-ites
 
Where do you sit?
 
>Sit with the Spanish kids
>Acquaint yourself with them just a little
>They'll shank the damn teachers
>If you can assimilate with them, you'll have protection
>They're fearless as hell
>Right next to the fancy fashion table
>You grab a seat and sit down
>What the hell is this shit
>You can't understand a word they say
>You should've expected this
>You just sit casually and listen to their conversation
>You pick up what little you can understand from their language
>From what can tell, one of the girls is named Empanada
>A Boy's named Poncho..
>And the shortest one's called CholoFolo
>TopFuckingKek
 
A. Talk to ___
B. Move to a different table
C. Join in on the conversation
 
>Talk to Poncho
>What can go wrong?
>You move over to him to ensure he knows you're the one talking
>"Ay, what do you want, fool?"
"Nothin' Mang, I jus' came here to say wassup."
>"You don't belong here, fool."
>Wow
>It got racist in the conversation, and you didn't even offend anyone
>Damn
>Guess It's a more complex clique than you knew
>You slide back in to your former position
>Damn
>Little hostile now
 
A. Go to another table
B. Go to Jubilee
C. Look for Apple Family
 
>Look for the Apple clique
>They're usually last table, last row
>They aren't here today
>That harvest must've been hard on them
>Then again, you don't even know where the damned farm is
>It could be in another city for all you know
>Not your problem
>You go over to the table and fuck around for a while
>You draw different fruits on the table with a permanent red marker
>Cherries, Grapes, Mangoes
>This ought'a rustle their jimmies
>You look around the cafe
>Maybe it's like a Captain-Planet sort of link
>You then spot one
>It's the youngster
>The one that liked you
>It's best you keep your distance from her
>Don't wanna look like a pedophile
>She looks like she's skipped a few grades to get into High School this younger
>Hell, she could be smarter than you
 
A. Go to another clique
B. Go to Jubilee
C. Go find Twilight
 
>Jubilee
>Let's see if we can try to cop some food outta her
>She's in the middle row, to the back
>A couple tables behind the fashion clique
>She seems to have no specific clique, instead, just a bunch of friends
>They seem to get alone so well
>ForeverAlone.jpg
>There's one available seat, though
>Maybe, just maybe, you can assimilate with them
>You move closer to the table to get a better understanding of the situation
>It's actually just a cluster-fuck of different talents, backgrounds, and cultures, unlike the other tables, where they share one common interest
>You're gonna get along well.
>You take the empty seat
>You listen on, until you find a topic that you actually know about
>PC vs. Mac
>In fact, you can recognize the person who brought it up
>One of the Techies that Twilight hangs out with at the other table
>The Windows Surface one
>If he's bringing that up, especially when sporting a laptop made by a PC manufacturing company, it's hard to decide what ground he stands on
>Jubilee, on the other hand, is just nodding in agreement, picking at her mozzarella sticks
>That is your sacred food
>The best school food has to offer
 
A. Join in on the argument
A1. Observe the argument
B. Cop some mozzarella sticks from Jubilee
 
>Join the argument
>You're gonna get nowhere sitting around and watching from the sidelines
>Then again, it's getting a little heated..
>The Techie's raising his voice, while the MacFag just keeps bringing up the same fact
>You can see why he's annoyed
>Why not help the brother out?
"In terms of money-spending, PC would be a good choice. If a Mac's mousepad's broken, you might as well say fare well to the whole thing."
>"But, still, It's a good choice, because of its durability."
>Did he just defy your fact?
>This kid makes you feel anger
"And how?"
>"BECAUSE...."
"Because what?"
>He sits in silence for a few seconds
>"PC's still suck."
>You won this for the republic
>Now go bask in your victory
 
A. Cop some mozzarella sticks from Jubilee
B. Go to class early
C. Start a conversation about ___
C1. Listen to a new conversation
 
>Technology
>Finally, a subject you can get into
>Unlike the other subjects, you've been with a computer roughly most of your life
>From your first Windows 98
>To being stuck with a Windows XP
>And you wouldn't have it any other way
>You go to the computer lab
>A few memorable Techies are here..
>And Twilight..
>Damn it
>You were actually gonna do work this period
>Then again, she's probably traumatized from the molestation
>Good times....
>Good times
 
A. Sit with a Techie
B. Sit on your own
C. Sit with Twilight
D. Cut class
 
>Sit with Twilight
>The awkwardness will reach unbearable heights
>The labs in this place seem to share one layout.
>Table-rows
>Twilight's sitting in the middle table-row
>Fair enough
>She want's to be surrounded by the learning
>You sit next to her, after forcing a Techie out of his seat
>Not really forcing..
>Rather, helping to get up.
>By sliding his seat out from under him
>Yeah.
>The Teach set up a power presentation on Motherboards
>Seems easy enough
>The objective: List the main parts of a Motherboard
>Seems hard enough..
>You get out your note book and write your heading
>Okay, now down to biznez
>Heatsink..
>CPU Slots...
>Graphics Controller..
>Done!
>You listed 7 things
>Fair/10 grade get
>You look over at Twilight's work
>She's barely written anything
>Probably one thing that she remembers, and even that's wrong.
>There's no such thing as a CPU Controller
 
A. Help her
B. Watch her fail
C. Goof off
 
>Help her
>Show her you got compassion
>Then, when she least expects it
>rape
>You slide your note book over to her
>She looks up from her notebook
>"What's this? Your notebook?"
"Yep."
>You nudge her
>"What? I'm not gonna copy off of you! I can barely read what you wrote, anyway."
>Everyone says that.
>Lack of Motor skills is the excuse you made up
"Fine. Have fun failing. I think Technology's like 40% of your overall grade. Wouldn't want that on your Perm."
>"F-Forty? Maybe..N-No, I got this."
>What a naive little fool
>She continues to write down a random mix of the components
>At least you can sit by idly and watch her fall.
 
A. Ask for/about ___
B. Goof off
C. Doodle in your notebook
 
>Start doodling
>You gotta begin somewhere if you wanna be a professional NSFW artist
>The amount of bitches you will get then
>Off the fucking charts, bro
>You being with drawing a few, simple horizontal lines
>This is gonna be good.
---
>The bell rings
>Dear god
>You can't even tell what you were aiming for
>Now it's just a bunch of lines and circles
>It's all cool..
>It's considered art somewhere
 
For last period, you have..
 
>Music
>Gotta be fresh on the drums
>Or in your case, stale
>You go down to the Music room
>First room, basement as always
>You enter the classroom and immediately grab some drumsticks
>Doing paradiddles
>Still..
>Damn it
>Might as well warm up on it
>R L RR L R LL
>And repeat...
>You don't even know why you had a problem with it in the first place
>The Teach comes in and writes a couple notes on the board
>Half note, whole note, quarter note.
>You remember this shit from Middle School band
>...Okay, maybe you weren't paying attention
>And MAYBE you were playing your drums the entirety of the lessons
>No problem
>Just wing it
>A half notes, like...Two beats?
>So a whole note must be four
>You're getting the hang o' this already
>You follow the notations
>Whole note, quarter note, whole note, half note...
>The pattern continues on from there
>You fucking aced this
>You can tell
>That Skrillex girl's 'mirin', too
>Nice
 
A. Talk to Skrillex girl about ___
B. Continue practicing
C. Free-style
 
>Free-style
>You start drumming to one of the songs on your phone
>Puzzles makes good shit
>Not the absolute best, but good enough to drum to
>Sadly, enough, your skills are still shit enough to fuck it up entirely
>The Skrillex girl turns around and goes back to her instrument, after shaking her head in disapproval
>Ya blew it
>You were doing good, but you blew it
>Fuck everything
>You start drumming a much more simpler beat
>The typical reggae beat
>Yup
>This is where all beginners should start
>The bell rings
>All that concentration really makes time fly
 
A. Go to Library
B. Go home
C. Go meet ___
 
>Go to the library
>Go see how Twilight's holding up after failing miserably
>Third floor, A
>You go into the library
>Seems to be getting better by the day
>It looks like they're setting up a table for readers
>You wanna help, but you're pooped for the day
>Twilight's on the second level, getting a book to read
>Typical nerd
>You go onto a computer
>A few new programs, including some web security
>You'd think they would've finished all this stuff by September
>Maybe the failed to reach the deadline
>Dash is here, helping the Teach move some furniture around
>That moment when a student is stronger that a teacher
>You're placing your bet that she's around 30 years old
>Maybe higher.
 
A. Help move furniture
B. Go annoy Twilight
C. Stay on computer
 
>Annoy Twilight
>Nothing better to do
>And you're sure as hell not going to move heavy ass furniture
>You climb the ladder connecting the first level to the second
>She's still looking for the book, but now, looking on higher shelves, that she obviously can't reach
>How adorkable
>You step in and grab the book for her
>Seems very aged
>Probably from two centuries ago
>Upon further inspection, you find that the book's titled Old Yeller
>The only way this is going to make her wet, is with tears
>And then she will cry on your shoulder
>Also making you wet
>But in more than two ways If you catch my drift
>She thanks you for the deed and descends the ladder
>You can tell shes afraid of heights by the way she climbs down the ladder
>As expected of her
 
A. Get a book
B. Share a book
C. Move furniture
D. Go home
 
>Go home
>You just wanted to check up on her
>W-well of course you don't like her!
>S-shut up!
>You climb down the ladder and go over to Twilight for a bit
>You read about half of a page before kissing her on the cheek and exiting
>They can't say no when they're stunned
 
End Day 3