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"RODRICK YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"
Rodrick groaned, still not used to going back to school, as school had only started a week ago. Good news though, this was his last year. He snuggled back into his bed, yawning
"RODRICKKK!" Uggghhhh he groaned, getting up and putting on a jacket, having gone to bed in his regular day-wear already.
he shambled down the stairs, stretching and sauntering to the table. He approached his spot at the table, one of Greg's hands reaching over for the pancakes on his plate, which he swatted away "Get your puberty hungered hands away from my food!" he said, shoving his face with one. He then bared his syrup-stained teeth at Greg, who cringed back in disgust and surprise. Susan Heffley, who was holding his youngest brother Manny, looked at Rodrick disapprovingly.
"What? " Rodrick said plainly, before noticing the time on the microwave behind her, grabbing his bag and jacket. "Thanks for food!" he shouted, rushing out the door and into his van, driving off.
And then he came right back "GREG GET IN HERE" he shouted, remembering he had to take his brother to school.
Greg came rushing out, second pancake in mouth with his bag trailing behind him.
"You're going to make me late, short stack." he said as immediately sped off the moment Greg stepped foot into the van. "I'm not the one who decided to stay up all night ranking which of your fancomics was the best!" Rodrick then pulled a few corners, causing Greg to experience what it felt like to be in space, and then what it felt like to crash down to earth.
The van stopped with a screech in front of Greg's school, the smell of burnt rubber now lingering in the air, teasing to block out the smell of at least 3 kids who forgot to wear deodorant. "i ThInK i'M gOiNg To HuRl!" Greg said while spinning. "Out, drama queen." Rodrick replied while touching up his eyeshadow in the rearview mirror. The moment Greg stepped foot out of the van, Rodrick sped off, breaking at least three traffic laws.
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He parked his van, walking into school with his hands in his pockets and a disinterested look on his face. Whatever chemistry he had with Heather Hills had now been squashed due to the latter going off to college. He sighed, walking through the suspiciously crowded hallway before perking up to see why it was taking so long for him to get to his locker.
It took him a moment to pick out the head that was the cause of all this, but as soon as he did, he lost interest, the back of the person's head not looking like a girl nor Heather. He pushed through the crowd, making it to his locker, which happened to be two lockers away from the epicenter of the crowd. He stuffed most of his books in his locker, taking out a notebook that was used for doodling and stuffing it in his backpack. Pushing through the crowd again, he curiously looked one more time to see if it was perhaps someone he knew.
His heart stopped for about 4 seconds.
As if out of a music video, the guy turned, and glitter flew. Probably because Rodrick had crashed into a girl's baking soda volcano. He didn't notice though, as he was utterly stunned by what he saw. The person guy, looked fairly average; around 5'8, with short and messy hair. 'Good messy though', he thought. But what caught his attention was his confidence (and a nirvana patch sewn into his jacket).
Some part of him wanted to burst through the crowd and see if he actually knew any Nirvana songs, but his the butterflies in his stomach were physically making him unable to.
"MY VOLCANO!" was shouted as it crashed to the floor. Causing all eyes to be on the project before landing on Rodrick, whose clothes were covered in the glitter from the project. Needless to say, he got some glares and disapproving looks
The bell then rang, causing almost everyone to disperse the hall, everyone but the girl, Nirvana-patch-guy, and Rodrick. And the volcano, of course.
The guy bent down with the girl, helping her pick up the pieces of it as Rodrick stood there, dumbfounded. The guy gave him a look, causing Rodrick to immediately bend down and help as well. "I don't know if we have time to fix this, sorry" the guy said. "We?" Rodrick suddenly blurted "Yes, we." he replied looking at his glitter evidenced clothing. "Maybe you could get sympathy credit?" she sniffed "It's fine, I might get a higher grade for bringing in nothing instead of a baking soda volcano. Thanks anyway" She said walking off.
"I'm Rodrick, by the way" he said awkwardly holding out his hand before retracting it immediately
"I know." he replied, rolling his eyes and walking away, leaving Rodrick alone in the hallway
"Fuck." he muttered.