English 202 (Blogophilia 25.12)

“It had been raining for days” Everyone cringed as the chalk scraped along the board. Ms. Stachowiak’s flowered skirt swished in time with the screeching.
Billy dutifully wrote the phrase on his paper, while the sound of hoops and whistles echoed from down the hall. Couldn’t he be down there? It would be more fun than listening to this dead rose talk. The ticking of the clock bled through the cloud and he looked up. Ugh. Ten minutes to go. The teacher rattled on about the sentence being in some tense, present perfect. Or was it perfect continuous? He shrugged and suppressed a yawn.
She droned on about how use of language was the difference between success and failure. He tugged his black t-shirt collar and shrugged. What does this dried up hag know about success? She was the one teaching a bunch of misfits. And nothing she said sounded like anything he’d ever use outside of class.
There were only two things that kept him interested in being here. Music and Julie. She was transfixed at every word the teacher was saying. It was like nothing else existed. He always saw her with a book and she smelled like strawberries. Wonder if she likes movies? His mouth dried up at the thought of talking to her. But she had never actually spoken to him.He glanced across the room at her. Everyone said she was a dog, but there was something beyond the stringy hair and no chest. Someone who was more than how good her makeup looked. He kind appreciated that part of her.
But he could dream of taking her somewhere. Europe? Maybe after he got successful with the band. Oslo and Stockholm looked especially fun. Pictures of them as a couple under the Northern lights with a fjord behind them. His own version of “Delilah”. Working every night and going home alone wasn’t the rock star’s M.O., though. It was blonde girls who would make her jealous paying attention to him, sleeping all day and playing all night. Who cares if nothing good happens after 2 A.? I’ve never been to jail because I’ve never been caught. His eyes drifted closed.
“Mr. Williams.” The droning voice shook him out his dream. “Dreaming about being on the road again? Please repeat what I just said about this phrase...”
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Topic-Michelle King
Note: there are lyrics from two different songs in the highlighted line (“Nothing good happens after 2 AM” and “I’ve never been to jail...”)
Pic-Dia Jade
Pic guesses: Couple, She and Him, Zoey, Friends, disjointed, not what it seems, siamese

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