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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
Thu May 23, 2013 10:55am Reply Retweet Favorite
TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
Emily raises a brow, a bit surprised he didn't care. Lark had been extremely agitated about that fact last night, and this morning. Where is Lark, anyway? He's going to miss class... She shakes her head, sighing. "Right, so... What classes do you have?"
Nathan sighed and glanced at her. "I'm going to composition."
"Same as me," Emily mumbles, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets.
Emily falls silent, letting herself fall a few feet behind.
Emily rolls her eyes, walking into class a few minutes later and taking her seat.
Nathan plopped down in his seat and groaned.
Emily glances over, forcing back a sigh. Of course she would be put next to him...
Emily flexes her hand beneath her desk, glancing up as her brother walks into the room, taking he last seat beside her.
"You're late, Lark," she hisses under her breath. He doesn't bother to answer, glaring at Nathan from the corner of his eye. The one person who actually got some sort of rise out of him.
Nathan glared back at Lark. He sighed and stared forward.
Lark practically growls, staring forward and grippng his pencil much tighter than he needed to. Emily glances at him sharply. "Lark, stop it."
Nathan sighed and his pecil snapped in his hands.
Emily jumps, her eyes wide. "Will you two stop?!" she snaps, sighing in exasperation. "Really, you two are acting like 5-year-old kids!"
