In Which Sam is TRYING to Study...
Mar. 30th, 2010 10:43 pm2. "Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything." - Muhammad Ali
"Sam, come on."
"I have a test tomorrow, Jo."
"You already know everything in class. You don't need to study."
Sam looked over the library table at Jo and sighed. They were in high school now. High school was a big deal and Sam had to really be smart and pass all his classes. All of the teachers were expecting him to be like Dean, who was a senior and caused more trouble than he was worth half the time. So far, he had proved them wrong, but he wasn't going to mess that up.
"You should be studying too," he pointed out to the blonde haired girl leaning back in her hair and nibbling on a twizzler. Her hair was in a ponytail sticking out the back of a baseball hat, and her mismatched colored sneakers wiggled where they were on the table.
"I don't need to study," she pointed out. "I know it all."
( . . . )
"Sam, come on."
"I have a test tomorrow, Jo."
"You already know everything in class. You don't need to study."
Sam looked over the library table at Jo and sighed. They were in high school now. High school was a big deal and Sam had to really be smart and pass all his classes. All of the teachers were expecting him to be like Dean, who was a senior and caused more trouble than he was worth half the time. So far, he had proved them wrong, but he wasn't going to mess that up.
"You should be studying too," he pointed out to the blonde haired girl leaning back in her hair and nibbling on a twizzler. Her hair was in a ponytail sticking out the back of a baseball hat, and her mismatched colored sneakers wiggled where they were on the table.
"I don't need to study," she pointed out. "I know it all."
( . . . )