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You could laugh at the sight,or just frown,shake your head,and walk away.Being an office TA was worse then hell-and that's an understatement.It was boring,painful, and you had to wait on people hand and foot for a whole period.Buut,Sara /was/ getting out of history for the semester.So that was good.
Currently,the blonde haired female sat in a chair,spinning as she staired up at the ceiling.Where were the people to talk to?Where were the office people?Phones were ringing off the hook,but no one was answering.Oh right,that was her job.Coming to a stop,she picked up the phone,"Crest Valley boarding school.How may I assist you?"She said in that telemarketers voice.As the woman on the other end babbled on and on about a trip being scheduled,the female finally sighed,"Lady,I don't have access to that.Please call back in about an hour.Okay...your welcome...alright...happy birthday...oh,it's not your birthday.Oh it's your son's birthday.Well,I'll wish him that too okay.Bye bye."Quickly,she hung up.Like hell she cared about someone's birthday.The kid was a freshman.All she had to do was deliver the balloons.
Really,she felt for the kid.Maybe she could "accidently" let them fly outside and away from here.No,she wouldn't be ruining his birthday,she'd be saving it and him from a bad reputation.Durh.How embaressing would it be to get balloons and a card from your MOM during SCHOOL.It's one thing to get them from your friends but from your MOM.Seriously.
Oh well,she'd just deliver them when they got here.
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Totally Bored, Currently;open to all
