Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20190921161929/@comment-174.6.16.240-20190921210216

((sorry, I'm away until 2:00-ish every staurday!)

Sir Elmen stepped into Evie's veiw. "Miss Song, the penalty for skipping is detention, but also, I would like to say I'm very dissapionted. In your situation acedemacly, I wouldn't skip anything." Evie felt her cheeks heat up. She'd been caught. What should she do? She could. . . fake sick! He probably wouldn't believ her, but how much more trouble could she get in?

She leant against the wall, and silently willed her face to go pale. It didn't work. She still felt like the hallway was 20 degrees hotter than a few minutes ago. "I'm sorry," She said, in a shaky voice. "I just don't feel very well. I threw up, and I was heading back to tell you I was going to Elwin, when I felt like I needed some fresh air." He frowned and started to open his mouth ready to dend her to detention. "Ugh . . . " she groaned, "I don't feel well . . . " He leaped away, not wanting to be barfed on.

"Very well, you go up to Elwin, I'll send someone to get your books," He said, and rushed away. Evie stratened up, but headed the opisite way of Elwin's office, headed for the cafetiria.

-Chloe