Cheer Strikes Again!
Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 3:18 pm
It was those few precious seconds before the bell signaled the chaotic moments between classes and Sister Moltar had yet to notice that a certain, pink-haired, goth girl was missing from AP English.
Franky peered around the corner, the bank of lockers to her right. A wicked grin and a little tape later she was bolting down the hallway at full speed, sneakers squeaking wildly across tiles.
For the students who spilled into the halls seconds later, a lone piece of large white paper was taped to the locker of a well known student.
The face was obviously choppily scissored from the previous year's Annuus yearbook. But the body? Someone was certainly going to pay for this....
Franky peered around the corner, the bank of lockers to her right. A wicked grin and a little tape later she was bolting down the hallway at full speed, sneakers squeaking wildly across tiles.
For the students who spilled into the halls seconds later, a lone piece of large white paper was taped to the locker of a well known student.
The face was obviously choppily scissored from the previous year's Annuus yearbook. But the body? Someone was certainly going to pay for this....