 urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
Make an entrance.
Make. An. Entrance.
Couldn't he just WALK in? Did he HAVE to make an entrance? HMMMMM? He wasn't exactly the dramatic type of guy and anything that required performing was not going to go down well with him. No. He wasn't a PERFORMER. And his dancing skills were laughable, even he was able to admit that.
So his entrance? Grayson sighed and mentally prayed that no one he didn't get along with was currently in the classroom. Once that was over, the fifteen year old BURST through the door and called, "Never fear! Grayson Whitlock is hereeeeeeeeee!"
Was that good enough? Yes? Did it call for a few extra points? Nudge nudge hint hint, Professor.
And speaking of the professor, the boy cleared his throat to maintain his cool before saying, "Hey, Professor!" he said, shooting her a smile because apparently, that needed to be brought to this lesson too. Along with a copy of a Year with the Yeti, which was tucked away in the bag he had slung over his right shoulder. As for whether the class held people he didn't like: LOL nope! GOOD. Grayson gave them a nod before heading over towards an empty seat and sitting down. His things were taken out and the book that they were asked to bring along was placed smack-bang on the middle of his de--
Were those peppermint humbugs? Could they eat them?
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