Mismatch glances wistfully at the puce wall clock.
1:30.
Sigh.
Time is such a tricky bastard.
She twirls her pencil, twisting it through her fingers like a coin.
Agitation is always rampant at this hour.
She hates school.
She studies the inspirational posters hanging on the puce walls for something to do.
Everything in this place is puce.
While her color sensitivities are offended, she thinks the shade fitting.
It isn’t that far of a jump from puce to puke.
Appropriate label for an institution such as this.
“Psssssst! Hey, Opposable! Psssssst!”
Mismatch grits her teeth, and adds nicknames to the blacklist.
1:30.
Sigh.
Time is such a tricky bastard.
She twirls her pencil, twisting it through her fingers like a coin.
Agitation is always rampant at this hour.
She hates school.
She studies the inspirational posters hanging on the puce walls for something to do.
Everything in this place is puce.
While her color sensitivities are offended, she thinks the shade fitting.
It isn’t that far of a jump from puce to puke.
Appropriate label for an institution such as this.
“Psssssst! Hey, Opposable! Psssssst!”
Mismatch grits her teeth, and adds nicknames to the blacklist.
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