Post by Demeter on Jan 11, 2008 23:53:05 GMT -5
Trust was bored, monumentally so. Really, this ancient professor in the biology department at Cedar Valley University was hardly worth the trip down from heaven. He didn't want to debate the principals of his latest paper; he just wanted to check his spelling. Trust sighed and sank deeper into the broken couch in the professor's office.
When he continued to ignore her, Trust crawled out the couch, scooped up her beaten leather messenger bag and left the office. She didn't take well to being ignored. She bounced down the staircase and scooted out of the biology building. Trust walked over to the nearest coffee shop and, picking up a pre-made sandwich, ordered some filled with caffine.
When she got the drink, Trust went outside and sat on the rim of the fountian and ate her lunch. She glanced towards the biology building. She really didn't like that professor and she'd even gone through that horrendus download-like fill of information just so she could debate with him and drive him to success. It was all the same to her if he wanted to remain in the dusty back corner of bookstores.
Trust looked around the main courtyard of the school, watching as students milled around. She supposed that she'd have to go back up to the biology building but she wanted to go over to the history department. She liked the professors over in that department. They actually listened to her.
Trust stood, messenger bag still looped around her shoulders, and crossed to a nearby trashcan. After tossing her empty cardboard cup and the plastic sandwich wrapper in the can, Trust turned and, not paying attention, walked into someone. She yelped and bumped down onto the ground.
When he continued to ignore her, Trust crawled out the couch, scooped up her beaten leather messenger bag and left the office. She didn't take well to being ignored. She bounced down the staircase and scooted out of the biology building. Trust walked over to the nearest coffee shop and, picking up a pre-made sandwich, ordered some filled with caffine.
When she got the drink, Trust went outside and sat on the rim of the fountian and ate her lunch. She glanced towards the biology building. She really didn't like that professor and she'd even gone through that horrendus download-like fill of information just so she could debate with him and drive him to success. It was all the same to her if he wanted to remain in the dusty back corner of bookstores.
Trust looked around the main courtyard of the school, watching as students milled around. She supposed that she'd have to go back up to the biology building but she wanted to go over to the history department. She liked the professors over in that department. They actually listened to her.
Trust stood, messenger bag still looped around her shoulders, and crossed to a nearby trashcan. After tossing her empty cardboard cup and the plastic sandwich wrapper in the can, Trust turned and, not paying attention, walked into someone. She yelped and bumped down onto the ground.