The belch heard around the school!

[Figaro]

Figaro is wearing a solid black t-shirt, and solid black gym shorts. He has a pair of white Nike tennis shoes on, and has white socks that go up to the end of his ankle. His hair was washed this morning, but wasn't combed so it is sticking out all over the place. He is unaware that a booger is peeking out of his left nostril. His face is acne free, and he is completely hairless besides his head hair!

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Today was complete and total bullshit! I got kicked out of English class because I wasn't paying attention to the lecture on Shakespeare. It's like... nobody writes like that nowadays! Hell, I'm not even sure if it is all in English! I'll probably fail the test anyways. I write something is a metaphor, and it ends up being a personification. Whatever! I was supposed to stay outside of the teacher's door, but last time I got kicked out - I was stuck sitting there for the rest of class. I came prepared this time, and had put a coca cola in my locker just in case something like this happened!

So, there I was playing with my combination, getting kind of pissed off because I kept over shooting the number 30 by one tick; therefore, failing to open it every time. Finally, I managed to unlock it, and forced the door open getting my soda. I chugged it down, threw the empty can down on the hallway - I usually don't litter, but this building is an abomination! I slammed my locker door shut, and then I let out a loud satisfied belch which echoed through the empty hallway.

I glanced the proximity seeing if anyone else was around in the case I might need to say excuse me. I was secretly hoping I could get away without saying it though!

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa was at school and not at home in bed like she "should be"... so says Dr.Kevala...whom isn't a bloody doctor only just bloody paranoid! So Mischa got dressed in a baggy shirt and jacket so she could hide the bump that was growing under. Her hair was the usual unruly comb over that could kick Donald Trump hair's ass Kill Bill style!

Anyway!

Mischa was getting some homework and such. Yeah..Who picks up homework when one is at College? People usually just skip and say "whatever" but Mischa was all about keeping her grades up. God knows why she was already rich as hell with her successful yet illegal job.

She got out the class room just in time to have an empty can roll and render once it bumped against her foot. She looked up to hear the extremely large burp the echoed and she found the culprit. She wanted to laugh but didn't know if that would embarrassing him so she tried holding it in....only to make an embarrassing noise herself... A SNORT! Though Mischa would usually snort in any fits of laughter so she was used to it.. but if she didn't know the guy he wouldn't know it thus far probably going to laugh at her for snorting!!!

She covered her mouth then just smiled up at him.

"That one deserved respeck! Props to ya!"

Mischa was usually classified as one of the guys... her being nerdy beyond belief and having a rather "manly" job.... Probs why she had only one boyfriend in her life and why she was now currently engaged with a girl... DAYUM she needed some estrogen in her!!! Well she had a lot.......... just she didn't act like it..her hormones aren't fucky (Yes fucky) or anything.... ok enough of mental rant-a-tion!

"Kicked out of class?" she was going to just state it as a fact, 'cause knowing what kind of kids went to school these days were "bad asses" or just didn't give a flying hoot about school work. Though so far this school was hella tamer than the ones she had gone to when she was back in highschool. Point Hope being one of them. Quite nerve racking to be in woodshop with sharp tools and ex criminals that may have committed murder several times in their life.....such as herself =D?!

[Figaro]

Dammit! My attempts at properly littering were foiled as the can landed right next to an older looking woman. Probably a student teacher! I read in the paper that they send in student teachers from colleges to help better connect with us 'teens'! Well, it was not going to fool me!

I scowled at her, and glanced her over cautiously. I was about to say 'excuse me' after heavily stereotyping her, but her snort managed to completely catch me off guard. My facial expression lifted up, my eyes widening in confusion, and at last, she began to address me.

"Kicked out of class?" I asked condescendingly before grunting. It was at that moment I realized I did not properly think up a comeback; therefore, I had to resort to quickly switching the topic to save face. I paused for a second, choking on what to say before I defensively retorted, "What's it matter to ya?"

I rested my right shoulder casually against my locker - that way if she really were a student teacher, my non verbal communication could help give her grief!

[Mischa Badoer]

"What's it matter to ya?"

Mischa's right brow cocked in reply to his snarky comment. A small smile came to her face like good ol' Mischa always had. "Oh...Kay? Didn't know it was a touchy subject. Guess I should really think up some new conversation starters before I accidently come across a topic that may be taboo..." she said in a joking manner. Her eyes shifted to the books in her hand and she counted the sheets to make she she had them all before leaving... after all the boy didn't seem to want her company...yet again he could very well just be grumpy due to the fact he was kicked out.

Probs had a heated argument with the teacher before getting humiliated whilst getting sent to the hall...

Mischa couldn't recall getting in trouble by a teacher. Only one she remembered was last year in grade 12...She slipped on the pool deck and face planted in the teacher's boobs.... just so happened to be the boobs of Mischa's best friends' mother...the mother whom was murdered...Rest her soul...

Anyway.

"Well...I will let you get back to your delinquency... I have homework to do...People to meet...places to see!" again she was kidding.. someone would think she was weird, but right now she was just hyper. The boy was just lucky he wasn't getting an earful of what she calls her "nervous rant". "Addio, amico !" she said with her milky Italian accent becoming prominent when speaking in her native tongue.

She would leave if he wanted her to.. though she didn't see any reason to stay if he was going to be a jerk face >.>

[Figaro]

Normally, I would not let someone get away with accusing me of being SENSITIVE, but I was kind of preoccupied with other things on my mind as she was speaking. My nose began to tickle, and I was trying to fight of the urge of sticking my finger in to my nostril to fight off the obstruction that was blocking my airway! I was wincing every time I took a breath with my nose, and finally, I decided to just give up and mouth breath for the time being. I probably didn't look like the charmer right about now, but I could care less what a student teacher thought about me!

Though, something did seem kind of off if she was in fact a student teacher...

"What the hell? You're just going to leave?" I asked, almost as if I was offended and hurt by the lack of attention that I rightfully deserved! "You can't--" an uncontrollable belch managed to sneak in between the sentence; although, softer than before, "do that!"

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa started walking down the hallway then she turned when the boy objected to her exit. Her brow cocked once again as he burped again. She knew how he felt... about the burping that is. That was always one of the reasons why she didn't like drinking pop... it made her burp sooooo much.. that and it makes her teeth feel icky. She will drink it though...... just she preferred juice or slushies =D

"Oh I no? Can't I?" she took another step towards the direction she was heading to before looking back with that dorky smile. "Did you think I was gonna pick a fight with yeah? Not my cup of tea. Sorry bud. Though I'm probably gonna leave if you won't even keep up a conversation with me. Maybe I would have taken you somewhere to get you outta this place... When I was in school I didn't want to be..So I was trying to sympathies. Ah well!"

Damn...she thought she could get away with NOT saying a massive body of words!

Now done with internally scolding herself for over-ranting she squinted while looking at the boy.

HEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE how did I not see that!?

"And you have a little something..." she scratched at her nose to imply the location to the boy.

[Figaro]

I frowned when the lady pointed out the obstruction in my nose. At least now I had reason to send in the reinforcements though, so I wiped my nose with my left hand inhaling to try and suck it up in case I missed. Unfortunately, it was a reluctant little booger, and refused to give in remaining in position. I was unaware at the moment though because it had went into stealth mode where only other people would know of its presence - that was until it decided to start screwing with my breathing again.

"Oh yea? And where exactly would you have taken me? That is, hypothetically speaking I even decided to go with you," I asked inquisitively. The whole, "don't take candy from strangers" bit has been told to me countless times as well as "curiosity killed the cat", but she had peaked my interests. High risks, high rewards, right?

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa couldn't help but chuckle at what he had to say in reply. It was obvious he was somewhat interested in taking up the offer...and she knew it. Mischa loved to ditch school with some random girl!! Well...... she would if a random girl ever asked her. Mischa was never one to have many friends.... Reira, Kev, Riley, Addie....... that's it... three of those people she hadn't seen in a few years. LAME!

"In the back of my van." of course she said it in all seriousness... But in a joking matter. IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE?! She was joking... but sounded serious. There you go. Well... eventually she smiled. "No kidding." then she simply shrugged when thinking of a legit answer. "Well I donno. I said somewhere. I don't know where you wanna go. All I know is that I proved the hot ride and cash and you provide the entertainment ideas." Mischa had cash to blow and time to waste.

1) she had large amounts of cash and didn't know what to buy so..why not?
2) she had no friends so she had a lot of time...

"So if you were interested in going just about anyway where.... I would take yeah. P.S Your snott is still there... You gotta learn how to dig."

[Figaro]

When she told her joke; I could sense the sarcasm, but all I did was smile weakly in acknowledgment. It still seemed highly suspicious, and perhaps, that was the only reason I was going along with this. Oh, and since she insisted, I did in fact stick my finger into my nose, scratched out the booger - successfully this time, and then flicked it out toward the floor where it would land somewhere near the can I threw out roughly a minute or so ago. And let me tell you - now that it was gone, I felt great; although, now I had an urge for no apparent reason to dig my finger into my right nostril just out of this obsessive need to scratch both of them. Unfortunately, this was neither the time, nor the place, so I opted to try my best to forget about it.

"Anywhere I want to go, huh?" I acknowledged in rhetoric before continuing on with a true question, "But first, um... who the hell are you?" It was a logical question! Here I was being invited by someone who has never met me, and she was more interested in getting me in her car than she was in getting my name!

[Mischa Badoer]

"Who the hell am I? Well... I should be leaving considering how you treat me, but I'm bored and you're child like nonesense is amusing me. I'm Mischa..."

She flicked her fingers in a "come on" gesture as she turned and headed for the door. If he wanted to follow that would be cool. She should be making friends with people her own age, but not a lot of people are in university. Mischa's child like demeanor could pull off as her being one herself anyway. She acted immaturely a great deal of her life. Only things started to get a hell of a lot more serious when she started seeing Kevala. That girl always had something going on and it was always Mischa that wanted to help. Now Kevala was fighting an internal battle while Mischa was trying not to puke every morning.

Well... either way she was gonna feel creepy by asking the kid if he wanted her to take him anywhere. If she was a third person in the party and was witnessing this she would be like "wtf is that girl doing?" but that kind of proves how Mischa isn't creepy... she is just bored as hell...

"Now what is you're name. Seems perfectly logical if I were to know it after all. I don't want a stranger in my car...You might be fucked up."

[Figaro]

I grunt at Mischa's first response, and muttered under my breath, "At least I have an excuse..." After all, I was only fifteen at the time, and I wasn't going to go out of my way to fake maturity. For some unexplainable reason, I did decide to follow her, though I'm not sure why. She was an Italian woman, and I've watched plenty of TV to know that Italian women cannot be trusted! Which is why my hand was in the pocket of my gym shorts, texting that I was with a woman named 'Mischa', I'm skipping school, and if I go missing, it was probably because Italian mobsters killed me.

Who was I texting this to? Well, my mother of course!

"Huh? Oh right, I'm Figaro," I answered, after sending the crazy text message. Luckily, my mother isn't much of a worrier, so she will probably think I was joking until it was too late. Hopefully, my aunt didn't have her phone, or the message would just get deleted in its entirety. I didn't bother giving her my last name, considering she never gave me hers, but Figaro is a pretty uncommon name on its own.

"What kind of car do you drive?" I asked, deciding to make actual conversation while keeping a safe distance behind her. A safe distance to look at her butt while she moved without being caught, that is!

[Mischa Badoer]

Figaro?

=D?!

Of course the very Italian part of her thought about the song The Marriage of Figaro. Yet again Mischa always had her stereotypical Italian facts about her. She owned a Pizza shop named Luigi's to mask the Mafia she was apart of.

She kept walking towards the exit and nodded. "Figaro? Don't hear that everyday..." Yet again she has heard a lot more fucked up names than Figaro...Figaro was an actual name where as she knew people with names like Matrim... She got out the door and scanned the parking lott, bringing up her keys. She was about to click the button to unlock it, but paused when he asked. "Umm...I think I'm driving the purple Audi R8 today...I don't remember... Could be the Lamborghini ..." She had the Audi for a long time. It was most definitely her favorite car... it was also the only one she managed to keep this long with out getting bullet holes in. She clicked the button and searched for the car...yeah she forgot where she parked... Then she heard the location and headed towards it. Soon she found her car which was easy to see..it being all nice and shtuff.

"Yup..The Audi.."

She hopped in the driver's seat and would wait for him to get in... if he so chose to.

"So where did you wanna go?" Mischa stuck the keys in the ignition and the music was blaring, so if he was going to say something he would have been interrupted until she turned it down so she would be able to hear him. "Sorry.."

[Figaro]

"Just don't sing it..." I thought, not bothering to grace her opinion of my name with an actual response. It was refreshing to step outside of the school, and I looked around the parking lot like I was supposed to know what she was driving. I didn't actually believe the cars she was listing off until I actually saw the Audi R8 for myself. My eyes widened, and I gave a stupid ass grin - astonished by my luck. "Holy shit..." I muttered as I looked at the car with disbelief. Well, I guess this was California, but I never thought I would actually have the chance to ride in a car like this!

I was not reluctant to get in the car like I originally intended to be, and I hopped in. "Eh? I guess Subw-" I was cut off by the music blaring, and I jumped in my seat, covering my hands with my ears although the damage has already been done. That really hurt! When the volume was at a respectable level, I took my hands down, and tried to ignore the minor setback. "Subway," I answered, much more dully this time, not bothering to try and sugar coat it. Talk about a way to kill my good mood, and bring me back down to reality.

[Mischa Badoer]

MMMMMMM Subwaaaaaaay!

"Good choice." Mischa backed out of the parking lott and drove to said destination. Of course she was being the wreckless driver she always was. Like the Italian Job! Minus the Mini Cooper... that was in the garage by her Nissan Versa...

While she was driving she turned the music down and grabbed her phone from her pocket. One click of the speed dial and it was to her ear.

"Hey baby... I'm going to Subway with some kid due to boredom... Yeah I donno..His name is Figaro!! Yeah sweet eh? So if he is creepy can you put on my grave stone 'Was pwned by Figaro'? Yeah.. I'm kidding you know I can handle myself... Want anything from Subway? K... Will do... The twins want something? Yupyup no problem. Love yeah." Mischa hung up the phone and smiled over at Figaro. "Sorry... had to check in with the mrs.." though they weren't "mrs"s yet. Engaged to be..but yeah what ever...

They approached the Subway and she parked as close as she could. And out the door she was! She was so bloody hungry she could eat a mountain! Yes, a mountain!

"So how old are you? Twelve?" she asked when they would get to the line up. her tone was in a joking pitch so she wasn't making fun of him or being a bitch... being a bitch wasn't in Mischa's vocabulary...

[Figaro]

"Maybe I should have said Quiznos..." I thought, with a moments worth of regret as I tried to figure out how to get the damned seat belt on! I dismissed the thought, I had a feeling that I was going to have to be the decisive one.

It was a real shame that she decided to talk on the phone because that put me in a really awkward situation. Actually, I think it is one of the worst situations I could be in is when the only other person around is a person who is on the phone. Especially since I'm in the car, thus, pretty much reluctantly being forced to hear everything that Mischa had to say. "Unlikely," I thought in response to her being able to 'take care of herself'. But! I was a third wheel at this moment, and had no room to express my opinion.

To top it all off, when she got off the phone, she pretty much informed me she was a lesbian! Or, she was kidding. Either way, it was an awkward situation for me being the immature person that I am. I'd like to ask something like, 'have you two had sex?', but I kept my perverted comments to myself where they belonged.

I was pretty much closed off when she finally addressed me with a question. I had managed to put my seat belt on by the time she started the phone conversation, and now had my arms crossed. I didn't lean too far back into the seat because I didn't want to take advantage of her hospitality, so my back was barely touching the seat.

"Fifteen. How about you? Forty?" I asked in return. I tried to return the humor with a joke of my own, but my blunt tone ended up making me sound more like an ass than anything else. After I said it, I instantly felt bad, and was just hoping I didn't have to deal with damage control or getting kicked out on the curb or something.