Bored to Stick Figures

Who: Drea and Skye
Where: MSHS - study hall
When: afternoon

Skye was, for lack of a better phrase, bored out of her bloody skull. She was completely uninterested in doing her English or whatever class homework here at school, and she'd already done her math and science homework - neither of which were particularly hard. She entertained herself by doodling a little in her binder - mostly using the margins, but they spilled out across the bottom, creating a not-particularly-well drawn (as in, stick-figure styled) alien space battle.

Funny, Drea had thought she would be behind for some reason. But with the way her schedule had worked out, she ended up with study hall as her last class of the day. Which was terribly convenient, for one who did not like to take homework home to do. Only she didn't really have much, and when she finished, it left her bored, leg-bouncy, and staring down the clock. She'd brought her skates, as promised, and was ready to get out on the ice with Gabe. She glanced over to the girl sitting to her right and noted that she wasn't doing much actual studying either. Drea glanced at the teacher, and leaned over toward Skye. "I think the minute hand just ticked backwards," she whispered.

Skye drew a laser or something from the alien saucer to a badly rendered image of a cow, with accompanying pewpewpew words around it. "It's been doing that for the last fifteen minutes. I think this is a time warp or time sink or something. We're stuck for forever." She whispered back, with a sigh, and she pushed a few random stray hairs out of her face.

There werecoyote solemnly nodded her agreement at that, then craned her neck more to peer at what the chick was drawing. She picked a pencil up from her desk and reached over to add in a stick-figure farmer -- complete with straw hat! -- running around the cow with his arms up in the air in dismay. At least, that was what it was supposed to look like.

Stick-figure-ese was a largely legible language, as far as anything involving stick-figures was legible, but just to help, Skye added in a rake or a garden ho or something in the farmer's hand. And flames around the cow in question. "Is it always like this?"

Drea stifled a little giggle. And started doodling stick-zombies headed for the cow. Or the farmer, either one. They were characterized by blotchy heads and outstretched arms, and 'braaaains' being scribbled above them. "I dunno, I'm new. This is only like my second day," she answered.

"This is my third." Skye sighed. "Like, ever. And beyond the excitement of trying to dodge tall people to get to my locker on time, I can't say I'm overly impressed with the school system."

She could relate to the tall-people dilemma. Even though she usually just shoved her way through, not everybody was rude like she was. "Yeah?" she said, with raised eyebrows. Drea sat back in her own seat a bit, though she turned on the chair to look at Skye. "Where are you from?"

"Canada. Alberta. Pretty far away from pretty much everything, including schools. You?" Skye added in a legless stick-zombie dragging it's way to the farmer and-slash-or-cow. Then put little x's over the cow's eyes to indicate it's firey (and lasery) death.

"Chicago. So not that far away. Not compared to Alberta, anyway. Gawd, why'd you move here?" she asked with a little nose-wrinkle. Then thought that maybe that wasn't the best-sounding thing to say. "I mean, it's kinda ... well okay, it's small too, but y'know, it's a whole 'nother country and small. And has been kind of ... plagued with stuff." And she was apparently awesome at sticking her foot in her mouth today.

"Long story short, my aunt was lonely and my parents wanted me to experience regular school." Skye shrugged and sighed. "So, I moved down here and I get to experience school. It's. Um. It's okay I guess?"

Drea chuckled a little and rolled her eyes. "Trust me, you haven't missed much for the past like ten years," she assured her. School, unless she was directly hanging out with her friends, was boring at the very best. She made decent grades because otherwise her mom would've kicked her ass, but that was about her only motivation.

"I kind of miss being home-schooled." Skye admitted. "I mean, if I wanted to go look something up, I could just go do it. Or if I was really interested in whatever I was doing that day, I could keep going, y'know? This is very... um. Organized, I guess. That's the wrong word, though."

"Stifling?" she suggested, arching an eyebrow with a faint smirk. She'd never known anyone who'd been homeschooled before, she'd always kind of wondered what it was like. Most of her friends' parents weren't that interested in their education. Not enough to take it over, anyway.

"Regimented, maybe." Skye frowned. "And rushed. But that doesn't seem right either. Maybe it's a good thing I have an English class." Skye shook her head, and grinned slightly. "Lots of words we could use, none of them seem right for the setting. Oh, I'm Skye, by the way."

"Sometimes it's hard to put your finger on," Drea said with a faint chuckle. Though she could ramble with the best of them, concise communication had never really been her forte. "Hi, I'm Drea. And I guess we've got study hall together. So, awesome for that, right? Go us, mostly-free period." She sat back further and slouched in her desk, leg bouncing. She glanced at the clock again. She couldn't wait to get out of there and on the ice with Gabe.

"So is this supposed to be nap time or something?" Skye looked around briefly, before going back to the sketching and adding little stars around the alien spaceship, to indicate it's extreme spacey-ness. "Do we get to go for a walk or anything? This is really boring. Not you. Just this study hall thing in general."

Drea glanced around herself, halfway wondering the same thing. There were people either with their noses in books, writing madly, having quite conversations like theirs, or ... yes, one dude was sleeping. "IIIIIII ... don't know," she said with a soft laugh. "Only like five more minutes, though, so it's almost over."

"Five minutes seems far too long for this." Skye sighed, rocking backwards on her chair for a moment before falling forward with a muffled thud sound again, and she grinned sheepishly at Drea. "I'm impatient. Sorry."

She shrugged it off, since, well ... she didn't really care. She was impatient about plenty of things. And had taken up drawing stick figures with different-shaped heads on her own bit of paper. "And to think, we get to be here every day," she said with a faint smirk, looking over again.

"Oh, huzzah. That's just wonderful. Like shiny-ness and joy." Skye shook her head with a sigh. It seemed like a complete waste of time to her, when at the farm she'd always been busy doing one or another. "Maybe we should bring a Battleship set with us or something next time."

Drea laughed softly. "That might be an idea," she said with a warm grin. Really, she thought she'd probably end up sleeping more than anything in this class. Once she was done getting her homework out of the way, at least. She glanced up at the clock again, and started folding the paper up to stick back in her pack. "Well, it was nice meeting you. And being horribly bored with you, we should do this again sometime."

"Maybe even tomorrow, unless you have plans to be bored with someone else." Skye grinned and shook her head, picking up her backpack. "I can bring a deck of cards or something."

She grinned and nodded, standing up and shouldering her own as the bell rang. "Sounds like a plan. Catch you later!" Drea bounced out the door; she had some ass to go kick.