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May. 14th, 2015 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fry_sandhuThe day starts out normal, as it usually does. Fry likes it that way. Right number of socks in his drawer. Two of each type of stationary in his pencil case. Homework done. Spellings learned for the test which he is definitely going to ace.
Even the playground before school wasn't too bad. Noah gave him an invitation to tea (in writing, with fourteen days notice), which Fry realises is particularly nice given that last time he went to Noah's he got in a panic when Noah's parents were ten minutes late dishing up dinner.
And then they went into the classroom, and something was WRONG.
Fry wasn't sure what was wrong, at first, other than that someone had apparently released a cloud of horrifying poison into the room overnight, and that the walls appear to be a shade different colour.
"Fry, sit down please." Mrs Pink says.
Fry stays where he is, trying to find the source of the smell. Mrs Pink, who has over the last year learned certain Fry Tactics, comes over.
"Fry, it is time to sit in your seat." she says firmly. "The lesson is starting."
"The walls are wrong." Fry complains.
"They're the same colour as they were yesterday, they've just been painted." Mrs Pink says.
Fry glowers as he sits in his seat. They are not the same colour. The smell is even stronger here. He debates making a run for it, but he knows it's time for his spelling test, although they get five minutes to read through their words one more time.
He's not quite sure why this idea occurs to him, but he lifts up the lid of his desk and experimentally chews on the wood. Which doesn't take away the smell, but proves pleasantly distracting. Teddy, who is sitting next to him, eyes him but doesn't comment. But the crunching noise doesn't go unnoticed among the children on the next table.
"Quit it, freak!" Bethany hisses at him. "I didn't learn these!"
Fry, who considers Bethany failing to learn her spellings earlier to be entirely her own fault, ignores her and carries on chewing the desk lid. But the hissing has attracted the attention of his teacher, and Mrs Pink advances on him.
Even the playground before school wasn't too bad. Noah gave him an invitation to tea (in writing, with fourteen days notice), which Fry realises is particularly nice given that last time he went to Noah's he got in a panic when Noah's parents were ten minutes late dishing up dinner.
And then they went into the classroom, and something was WRONG.
Fry wasn't sure what was wrong, at first, other than that someone had apparently released a cloud of horrifying poison into the room overnight, and that the walls appear to be a shade different colour.
"Fry, sit down please." Mrs Pink says.
Fry stays where he is, trying to find the source of the smell. Mrs Pink, who has over the last year learned certain Fry Tactics, comes over.
"Fry, it is time to sit in your seat." she says firmly. "The lesson is starting."
"The walls are wrong." Fry complains.
"They're the same colour as they were yesterday, they've just been painted." Mrs Pink says.
Fry glowers as he sits in his seat. They are not the same colour. The smell is even stronger here. He debates making a run for it, but he knows it's time for his spelling test, although they get five minutes to read through their words one more time.
He's not quite sure why this idea occurs to him, but he lifts up the lid of his desk and experimentally chews on the wood. Which doesn't take away the smell, but proves pleasantly distracting. Teddy, who is sitting next to him, eyes him but doesn't comment. But the crunching noise doesn't go unnoticed among the children on the next table.
"Quit it, freak!" Bethany hisses at him. "I didn't learn these!"
Fry, who considers Bethany failing to learn her spellings earlier to be entirely her own fault, ignores her and carries on chewing the desk lid. But the hissing has attracted the attention of his teacher, and Mrs Pink advances on him.
