I sigh tiredly, knowing that I would probably be forced to talk to someone now. Stitch and the girl approach me, and the latter smiles. “Hi there!” she says cheerfully, andI reply with a quiet,”Hello.” The girl sits down without asking to do so, and Stitch is pulled down beside her. “I’m Carla, and this is Stitch.” She introduces the two of… Read more

Shrug. I think a post order could be enacted when things get faster. Sound good?

I quickly finish my lunch and sprint/walk outside where I figured I could sit in peace. But I was wrong, because Stitch followed me out there. But he wasn’t alone, he was being shoved along by a girl with blue eyes and unnaturally long pink hair.

I step into the cafeteria casually, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched. Wow, Stitch could be creepy sometimes…

I sit down as far away from everyone else as I could be, and still be in the cafeteria. Naturally, Stitch takes the opposite side of the large room.

…still watching me…

“Uh-um…” I hear a timid voice in front of me. I sit up and tilt my head. Stein’s son, Stitch, was awkwardly extending his hand to help me. I smile a little and allow him to pull me to my feet. “Thank you.” I say politely. He squeaks and backs away like the antisocial misfit he was. I shrug and keep walking. He was following me at a distance,… Read more

((OHMYGOODNESSIMISSEDSOMUCH. SOWWY!!!! My phone was being a meanie and unsubscribed me to the topic for some reason.))

I pack up my things, knowing class was pretty much over. With a flip of my hair I walk out with my bag and hope I would trip and make a fool of myself. Obviously, as soon as I thought that, I trip over my own feet and… Read more

I wince when Stein tapped the student on the head, then wince even further when another student begins protesting. I keep my eyes down, pretending to be writing notes instead of paying attention to what was going on behind me.

I look up from my focus on the board, to where a conversation was taking place.Was that a bookI spotted? Someone was reading in class? I frown, that wasn’t polite to the Professor in the least, much less against the rules. I raise my hand and say without exaggerated innocence, “Professor Stein?” I knew that calling out the student’s reading… Read more

((Wow! That’s REALLY good! I wish I could draw on the computer… I’m not that good at anything other than Pokemon sprites…))
I immediately sit up and put my headphones away for after class. The professor dips his head in acknowledgement and sinks into his stitched-up rolling chair. Following him was a boy I knew to be Stitch, his son. He… Read more

I look over at someone new who had entered the room, and I figure that Stein would get here soon. Thank goodness, it wouldn’t be awkward anymore!

((GAH! I MISSED SO MUCH!))

Stitch, his family, and I had moved on, inside the ship to the rooms. I would be kind of staying around the ship, wherever I could find a comfortable space.

I sit forward and look around as someone else’s music manages to get around my headphones. I glance over at the person who had borrowed my notes, who was now setting them back on my desk. “Oh, no problem.” I mumble,probably not being able to be heard over the obnoxiously loud music. And I though Dad was bad… at least he used earbuds.

Barely noticing someone new had entered the classroom, I turn my music up to that it was the only thing I could hear. WHile I wait for Professor Stein to get to here, I idly sketch out a drawing of a guinea pig. Guinea pigs were the best things ever, in my opinion. This one was smiling warmly at me in a cartoony style, a bit of fur covering one… Read more

I stay silent for a few minutes, thinking it over. Did I want to risk my notes being eaten by that goat too? But, he was actually talking to me, for once. I couldn’t just turn that down. I nod my head. “thanks. Sure, I guess you can borrow my notes…” I mumble. I rummage around in my bag, trying to find my notebook. “Ah, here it is.” I… Read more

I jump in surprise and look up. “Come again?” I ask. I hadn’t been paying much attention, so I hadn’t had the chance to lip-read like my father did so skillfully.

But seriously. Did he actually just try to TALK to me? This was a relative first, at least with strangers. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be afraid or anything… Hopefully.

I look up from my notes as someone enters the classroom. Oh no, another person. Better put my headphones on. I slip my white headphones on, the Shinigami skulls on either side glinting. They were actually kind of cute, I thought. I begin listening to my music to look busy, my dad’s favorite song. Step Up, I think it was called. I smile slightly… Read more

((alright, Let’s start this off well! hooray!!))

I yawned as I walked into the classroom early. Stein had gotten there a few minutes ago, and I expected to be the only student there. I sit down in a corner of the classroom and pull out my notes from yesterday. This was my routine, day after day after day… It was boring, except when I got to… Read more