Grant got up after his class ended & left the room. He quietly walked down the hall to his next class, he looked down at the peice of paper in his hand. It was the summary he had written about Spain, at the top corner was a mocking, red F. Grant sighed, he didn't notice that there was a crack in the floor. He tripped & landed on his face, his papers & books went flying.
Buddie saw Grant fly and land flat on his face. People laughed, but Buddie didn't care. "OMG Grant! Are you o.k?" She helped him get up, and then saw that his face was covered in blood. She quickly helped Grant go to the nurse.
Grant groaned, he felt some one help him up. He couldn't speak, his hand tried to cover his face. His face really hurt, he couldn't see very well. Grant started to get scared. He let who ever was helping him take him where ever it was they were going. Grant didn't care where they were taking him as long as it was to help.
IC: Buddie suddenly heard a voice inside her head. "Heal him," it whispered. "What?" she questioned back. But no one replied. She slitley touched Grant's back, while opening the door to the nurse. "He tripped," she excalimed. Before Nurse Elise could reply, the bell rang for class to begin. "Uhh," she grumbled. "Late for class." After helping Grant get onto a bed, Buddie grabbed her backpack and raced off to class. Slowly turning the doornob, she felt her cheeks burning with embarassment. "You're late, Miss. Eubanks," Mr. Larson said strictly, "And no pass." "Sorry," she mummbled. "Uhh.... my friend tripped and-" "Excuses, excuses," he answered. "Now get into your seat!"
OOC: EVERYONE, WE HAVE 7 PERIODS, 4TH IS LUNCH!!! :)
Grant layed on the bed numbly. He tell what was going on, he was kind of freaking out. What if his face had been crushed or caved in?! He could feel some one rushing around next to him. But Grant didn't move. He had to breath through his mouth, there was a warm coppery taste in his mouth.
Buddie kept on thinking and thinking about Grant. They've been buddies ever since...... a long time. Finally, Buddie raised her hand. "Yes?" Mr. Larson asked. "Umm, may I be excused?" Mr. Larson was about to argue, then finally said, "All right. Go quickly." Rushing to the nurse's office, she peeked through the window. She couldn't see Grant, so she opened the door. Turning the corner, she finally saw Grant, still lying hopelessly, still with a bloody face. "Aren't you going to do anything?" Buddie asked the nurse. "I can't, it'll be best it he just rest." Crying, Buddie left the room, back to class.
Grant heard Buddie but couldn't talk. He layed still & slowly closed his eyes, he fell asleep. "You will be alright." a soothing voice echoed in his head as he slept. Grant could still feel the pain in his sleep, he wished some one he knew was with him. He would shiver every once in a while. But remained asleep trying to make the aching go away.
Lily let out a huge yawn. Physical education was so boring... and DUMB! She wanted to just go home and swim in her yard or run, something more fun then listening to the teacher about how to throw and catch a football. And to make it worse you had to change 2 times in an hour and get sweaty and discusting. Truely, what was the point? Oh well the only thing you Lily could do was sit there and stare at her teacher hoping that Mrs. Shrieg doesn't notice she isn't paying attention.
Chase walked into his next class, he yawned, he thought 'Well this class is going to be boring..' But Chase had to think, this is Biology class! The teacher spoke up about rules and stuff, this bored Chase, he got his notebook out started to draw again, he started with a timber wolf's head, fully shaded of cousre, the teacher noiced Chase was'nt paying attention, he picked up a ruler and walked over to Chase's desk, he slammed the ruler on his desk, scaring theh crap out of Chase. Chase jumped up, nearly knocking over his notebook, the teacher growled "Pay attention! Next time I catch you drawing in my class I'll take that notebook away." Chase knew this teacher was'nt kidding, he picked up the notebook and put it away, he still did'nt want to listen to the teacher so he started to fiddle with his pencil. He thought 'I wonder how Lily's class is going?