1v1 Me At Bear
Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2020 12:40 am
((Alaska Ferguson continued from Champions 103))
Alaska was late. Correction: Alaska was hella late. She hadn't slept well, although saying that implied she had slept and hadn't just spent four hours lying on her side. So when her alarm started chiming to signal the beginning of a new day Alaska had chosen to ignore the call.
It turned out that she had been very successful at that endeavor, some people would describe it as too successful, while her mother described it as "Get out of bed you're already late!" That had turned her normal lackadaisical morning routine into a somewhat hurried trot around her house to get everything she needed together. Clothes were grabbed at random and pulled on as she brushed her teeth. Mismatched light pink and pastel blue socks didn't make up regular outfit selection but she couldn't afford to be picky with only two minutes to get dressed and even that was pushing it.
Her makeup consisted of a layer of foundation and some powder hastily slapped on afterward. She didn't do anything else because there wasn't time. Instead, she tossed her makeup bag in her backpack and promised herself she'd sort it out once she arrived. Then it was down to the kitchen to grab a banana and a pack of pop tarts out of the cupboard before sprinting out the door. The term sprinting may have been an exaggeration but she was actually running.
All she had to do was get to the bus stop on time.
A substantial amount of time later.
So she hadn't got to the bus stop on time.
Alaska had trudged into the school, sweaty from her efforts to arrive on time and attempted to make a beeline for the toilets only to be called over by one of the school secretaries. After a disapproving look as she signed in and explained her story, Alaska was permitted to leave as long as she went to her class.
She did however manage to dip into one of the toilets to dab at her forehead with some toilet towels in an attempt to make sure she didn't look like a complete sweaty mess and throw some deodorant on. It didn't solve the problem, but it did mitigate it slightly. As Alaska stood in the bathroom she took a moment to look over her outfit in the mirror. Her general disheveled and sweaty appearance didn't go too badly with her denim overalls, thanks to the fact she already had one strap down anyway, but her white spaghetti strap tank top didn't look great, because it was white and she had been sweating. There was no way for her to fix that though, so she would have to just deal with it...somehow.
When Alaska emerged from the restroom she looked slightly better than when she had entered but it was a close-run thing. Then it was off to her first class, which was English. Which y'know, not great, it was pretty dry and dull and she was tired, but it could have been worse...she wasn't sure how, but it could have been.
Regardless once she reached the classroom Alaska was greeted by the sight of every kid having paired off. That wasn't a good sign. Mr. Angle's face also wasn't good when he saw her loitering by the door. It had always been funny to Alaska that the guy named Mr. Angle taught English when that was like the perfect name for math. But she didn't find it funny at that moment in time.
"Glad you could finally join us Alaska."
"Sorry, I had an...issue with the bus.
Mr. Angle raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything in response to the statment.
"Anyway you've arrived just in time, everyone is splitting into pairs to do some analysis on Frankenstein and with you here we have even numbers. Go take a seat next to Emmy and you can get started."
Turns out Alaska had been wrong.
It could get worse.
Alaska was late. Correction: Alaska was hella late. She hadn't slept well, although saying that implied she had slept and hadn't just spent four hours lying on her side. So when her alarm started chiming to signal the beginning of a new day Alaska had chosen to ignore the call.
It turned out that she had been very successful at that endeavor, some people would describe it as too successful, while her mother described it as "Get out of bed you're already late!" That had turned her normal lackadaisical morning routine into a somewhat hurried trot around her house to get everything she needed together. Clothes were grabbed at random and pulled on as she brushed her teeth. Mismatched light pink and pastel blue socks didn't make up regular outfit selection but she couldn't afford to be picky with only two minutes to get dressed and even that was pushing it.
Her makeup consisted of a layer of foundation and some powder hastily slapped on afterward. She didn't do anything else because there wasn't time. Instead, she tossed her makeup bag in her backpack and promised herself she'd sort it out once she arrived. Then it was down to the kitchen to grab a banana and a pack of pop tarts out of the cupboard before sprinting out the door. The term sprinting may have been an exaggeration but she was actually running.
All she had to do was get to the bus stop on time.
A substantial amount of time later.
So she hadn't got to the bus stop on time.
Alaska had trudged into the school, sweaty from her efforts to arrive on time and attempted to make a beeline for the toilets only to be called over by one of the school secretaries. After a disapproving look as she signed in and explained her story, Alaska was permitted to leave as long as she went to her class.
She did however manage to dip into one of the toilets to dab at her forehead with some toilet towels in an attempt to make sure she didn't look like a complete sweaty mess and throw some deodorant on. It didn't solve the problem, but it did mitigate it slightly. As Alaska stood in the bathroom she took a moment to look over her outfit in the mirror. Her general disheveled and sweaty appearance didn't go too badly with her denim overalls, thanks to the fact she already had one strap down anyway, but her white spaghetti strap tank top didn't look great, because it was white and she had been sweating. There was no way for her to fix that though, so she would have to just deal with it...somehow.
When Alaska emerged from the restroom she looked slightly better than when she had entered but it was a close-run thing. Then it was off to her first class, which was English. Which y'know, not great, it was pretty dry and dull and she was tired, but it could have been worse...she wasn't sure how, but it could have been.
Regardless once she reached the classroom Alaska was greeted by the sight of every kid having paired off. That wasn't a good sign. Mr. Angle's face also wasn't good when he saw her loitering by the door. It had always been funny to Alaska that the guy named Mr. Angle taught English when that was like the perfect name for math. But she didn't find it funny at that moment in time.
"Glad you could finally join us Alaska."
"Sorry, I had an...issue with the bus.
Mr. Angle raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything in response to the statment.
"Anyway you've arrived just in time, everyone is splitting into pairs to do some analysis on Frankenstein and with you here we have even numbers. Go take a seat next to Emmy and you can get started."
Turns out Alaska had been wrong.
It could get worse.