In Which Whinny Gives Her Opinion
Chapter 5
In which Whinny gives her opinion
We continue our journey to God knows where. As we walk down the hall, she gives us instructions that none of us can comprehend: “Remember, don’t make a show of it! I’ve got the teacher situation under control, but in order to get Deirdre out, we’ve got to be sneaky about or else her posse will come...”
“Wait!” Whinny startles us. This is her first time speaking since we left the art room. “By Deirdre... D’you mean Deirdre McCoy?!”
“You know her?” Summer asks, not because she’s interested, but because it’s common courtesy. She doesn’t even turn around as she strides purposefully down the empty hall.
“Hell, yes! She’s in my PE and lit classes. She’s in possession of the biggest ego on Earth! She only acts all nice and cutesy to draw attention to herself. She’s the kind of person who’ll point out something about her that’s totally flawless just so other people will tell her she’s perfect!”
Summer just nods and continues on her way. For someone so quiet and thoughtful two minutes ago, Whinny sure does have a talent for speaking her mind. I tilt my head to see Grey’s reaction, and see one of his emotion-deprived expressions that I’m starting to recognize as his impressed face. Then I turn to Whinny; she’s glaring at the floor, obviously angry that her opinion had no effect whatsoever on Summer’s decision to include Deirdre in whatever it is we’re doing. I can’t say I blame her. Whenever one of those rare occasions pop up where I actually speak what’s on my mind, I want people to hear it and take it into consideration, not just completely disregard it.
Suddenly, Summer stops in front of another second-year classroom. She pulls a piece of paper out of her shirt pocket. It looks similar to the one she gave Whinny’s art teacher to get her out of class, and my curiosity is sparked by it. I lean over her shoulder and read it, and it says this:
Principle’s notice
I hereby excuse Deirdre McCoy from her classes from 12:00 to 2:30 due to club purposes.
George Warner
George Warner, Principle
What the heck was that? Even a moron could tell the time had been altered. Summer probably just scanned it onto her computer and messed with it. But, the art teacher had fallen for it, so maybe this teacher will too... I look up at the teacher’s nameplate beside the door.
Ms. Aquine
Algebra
Crap. We’re doomed.
In which Whinny gives her opinion
We continue our journey to God knows where. As we walk down the hall, she gives us instructions that none of us can comprehend: “Remember, don’t make a show of it! I’ve got the teacher situation under control, but in order to get Deirdre out, we’ve got to be sneaky about or else her posse will come...”
“Wait!” Whinny startles us. This is her first time speaking since we left the art room. “By Deirdre... D’you mean Deirdre McCoy?!”
“You know her?” Summer asks, not because she’s interested, but because it’s common courtesy. She doesn’t even turn around as she strides purposefully down the empty hall.
“Hell, yes! She’s in my PE and lit classes. She’s in possession of the biggest ego on Earth! She only acts all nice and cutesy to draw attention to herself. She’s the kind of person who’ll point out something about her that’s totally flawless just so other people will tell her she’s perfect!”
Summer just nods and continues on her way. For someone so quiet and thoughtful two minutes ago, Whinny sure does have a talent for speaking her mind. I tilt my head to see Grey’s reaction, and see one of his emotion-deprived expressions that I’m starting to recognize as his impressed face. Then I turn to Whinny; she’s glaring at the floor, obviously angry that her opinion had no effect whatsoever on Summer’s decision to include Deirdre in whatever it is we’re doing. I can’t say I blame her. Whenever one of those rare occasions pop up where I actually speak what’s on my mind, I want people to hear it and take it into consideration, not just completely disregard it.
Suddenly, Summer stops in front of another second-year classroom. She pulls a piece of paper out of her shirt pocket. It looks similar to the one she gave Whinny’s art teacher to get her out of class, and my curiosity is sparked by it. I lean over her shoulder and read it, and it says this:
Principle’s notice
I hereby excuse Deirdre McCoy from her classes from 12:00 to 2:30 due to club purposes.
George Warner
George Warner, Principle
What the heck was that? Even a moron could tell the time had been altered. Summer probably just scanned it onto her computer and messed with it. But, the art teacher had fallen for it, so maybe this teacher will too... I look up at the teacher’s nameplate beside the door.
Ms. Aquine
Algebra
Crap. We’re doomed.