Egg on
“Do it, do it, do it,” the class chanted, egging me on. Their evil grins didn’t help my nerves much.
I hesitantly stumbled to the front of the class, a baby acromantula in hand. It squirmed in my palm. “I don’t want to do this,” I squeaked.
“You have to,” one said warningly. The rest nodded slowly.
Biting my tongue, I slipped it into the teacher’s desk drawer. I breathed a sigh of relief; all went well, except that on the way back to my desk I bumped into a squishy body; the professor’s. I have the worst luck ever!
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |