Stranger CircumstancesIn all truth, it was bound to happen. She'd just made a pit stop to her locker and was headed to the lunchroom when a tall woman, neatly dressed and most certainly angry, exited a nearby classroom and marched right up to her. "You," the woman snarled pointing a rather bony finger at her. "In my classroom. Now." She promptly felt the blood drain from her face. The tone that teacher was using meant trouble, and she hadn't the slightest idea what she'd done to strike that chord. "If you don't mind my asking," she nervously asked, trailing behind the woman, "is there something I did wrong?" This woman wasn't even her teacher, and that served well in amplifying her terror. "Is something wrong?" The woman sat down at her desk. "Your grade is slipping slipping, your work ethic is poorer than usual, and you have been tardy to my class far too much lately. Care to explain yourself?" This is awkward.
Opportunities"I thought you might have been up here." Effectively torn from his thoughts, his head snapped up. Momentarily, he blinked, before scanning the rooftop he sat on, searching for his visitor but to no avail. As he did so, the wind continued to whistle, muffling the familiar mass of giggles. It was then that he spotted her, pulling herself up onto the roof, her bare feet pressing themselves firmly onto the shingles. He merely stared, eyes focused onto the sight before him. Then, as one of the shingles gave way and she nearly lost her grip on the gutter, he finally snapped from his momentary trance. "Here," he said, offering his hand to her. She grinned, grasping onto his arm. He pulled her up with no effort, and after finding her footing, she settled down next to him. "It's nice tonight," she began slowly without looking at him, "isn't it?" He squinted his eyes, making a face. "Great, now you just jinxed us with that r