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The Styx
A © zM0rtal1ty short story
I stood in the hallway silently, slowly sucking on my coffee that I had stole from the teachers lounge. So far, no one had caught me doing it. Yet Paris- ugh. Paris was a six foot thirteen year old, who towered over even the eighth graders.
"Hel- AHH!" Paris screeched, slamming onto me from falling off the cieling(that happened regularly) and always using me like a landing pad.
"PARIS! Get off me!" I shoved him off, kicking around wildly. Once the giant fool was off of me, I scrambled to my feet and faced him, both of us covered in coffee.
"Oo coffee~" Paris said as if nothing happened, licking it off his shirt...
I stood in the hallway silently, slowly sucking on my coffee that I had stole from the teachers lounge. So far, no one had caught me doing it. Yet Paris- ugh. Paris was a six foot thirteen year old, who towered over even the eighth graders.
"Hel- AHH!" Paris screeched, slamming onto me from falling off the cieling(that happened regularly) and always using me like a landing pad.
"PARIS! Get off me!" I shoved him off, kicking around wildly. Once the giant fool was off of me, I scrambled to my feet and faced him, both of us covered in coffee.
"Oo coffee~" Paris said as if nothing happened, licking it off his shirt...
