"They make you go through more of these if they're gonna kick you?" Deidara asked, and it was hard to tell if he was exasperated or genuinely surprised. He leaned forward, squinting down a the words like they might make more sense. It didn't help much that they were upside down, but all the red marks across the paper were clear enough.
Had he looked at it more closely, he'd see the notes indicating grades of those projects he'd actually handed in, and those that had been accepted after he had someone else re-write his garble of words into something ledgible. Deidara was smart enough to get the whole idea of this all and get out of here with fairly decent grades, but he thought himself smarter in how he believed getting pushed through this whole system of schooling was utter bullshit.
Without agreeing directly, he slipped into the chair, half seated on his backpack, balancing his coffee on his right knee, though he still had a hand by it in case it started to slip. "That sounds like a waste of my fuckin' time."
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
