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what. what?
brenda’s about to deck this kid in the face and she isn’t even that
worried about the consequences. why so bitter, ma’am? oh you
know, just regular old teenage angst with just a hint of my entire
life was uprooted and i’m not putting up with this bullshit today.
she’s not in the mood for this. she can see the door to her class
past the next row of lockers and if he doesn’t scram by then she’s
taking on irrational decisions. she stops dead, looks to him.
❛ how about you fuck off, sir. ❜
“ well, yeah. that definitely could work.
or i could say no thanks. “
due to a major height difference, taking into account
that he’s six foot three, finch’s neck is craned at a downward
angle, with a smirk stapled onto his face.
“ if i’m just being friendly, then i feel quite attacked. “
one quick whisk of his arm coincidentally knocks
a binder from the brunette’s grasp, clattering onto
the floor. suavely swooping it up into a heavy palm,
it’s now being dangled juuuust out of reach.
“ lovely weather, huh ? “
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what the fuck?
are her ‘get away from me’ vibes not working anymore?
or is this kid just stupid? maybe she should just sew on
a patch to her jacket that says “DO NOT DISTURB,” or
something. she figures he’d still try to talk to her. he seems
like that kind of person.
❛ good morning.
—go away.❜
she’s trying to walk as fast as she can but isn’t accomplishing
much due to the fact that she’s really the size of your average
sixth grader.
“ maybe later !! “
to theodore, this was amusing. maybe it was
due to his immense love for irritating his peers.
luckily, having bean-stalk grasshopper legs finally
gave him some benefit. it wasn’t much effort
to match her pace.
“ why so bitter, ma’am ? “
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( i currently only have one thread && it’s making me sad.
i’m lonely does anyone want a starter. pls love me. )
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frowning seems to be a big part of her wardrobe these days.
something she can put on every morning like eyeliner. or socks.
as per usual, she is in no mood for any type of human interaction.
you talk, you get a glare. this kid doesn’t seem to get that.
❛ no. ❜
she deadpans, looking up ( which has to be some kind of wired
default because it’s not like she’s expecting this guy to be her
height. ) she does not have time for this. she’s late for her physics
class and if she’s late, she gets detention and if she gets detention,
jorge’s gonna chew her out again with that stupid fucking condescending tone.
‘ you think this fuck all attitude is going to get you anywhere in life, hermana? think again! ‘
❛ move. ❜
“ looks like someone has their panties in a twist.
but so do i. “
the frustration on his face softened into a look of sly sarcasm,
partially to make sure he doesn’t create another enemy at this
damn school. once the brunette had shifted to walk past him,
he skipped a step to trot beside her.
“ good morning. “
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( @crxnkbride ;;;;
slam.
another day, another headache. theo was not having the smoothest morning, and, in the sweetest sense, he felt like he’d vomit if anyone spoke a single word to him. however, now was not the time to be volatile. it was the second semester of his senior year !! finally, maybe, he could achieve something in his life and be proud of it. as per usual, on his way to his american sign language class ( which was just down the hall, ) there were the hushed voices.
the laughter.
Freak. Weirdo. Did you hear he missed 3 months of school?
out of instinct rather than common sense, finch pivoted on the heel of his shoe.
“ do i even know you ? “
maybe he’d seen this girl once or twice, in the cafeteria or maybe the passing periods. but she was definitely nobody important, otherwise he would know. she was the only one not staring at him throughout the entirety of the claustrophobic hallway.
“ new kid ? “
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the jovian plutonian gravitational effect
it's like i'm floating.
i. book based blog for theodore finch from all the bright places.
ii. mun is underage, blog will not contain any ns*fw content
iii. seven years of writing experience, three on tumblr
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