Todays Word of The Day:
Devil's Advocate:
- (Idiomatic) One who debates from a view which he may not actually hold, usually to determine its validity or simply for the sake of argument.
- (Roman catholic Church) A canon lawyer appointed by the Church to argue against the canonization of the proposed candidate.
I woke up to World War Dorm Hall, Mariah and Violet
were duking it out. Both of them stood in the hall screaming at each other
while I was still just in my pajamas standing in my door way. Daniel opened his
own door and took a step out of his room, with a yawn he acknowledged my
existance.
"I have practice at SIX, Violet, I can't keep
waiting for you to waste an hour every morning crying to yourself in the shower
as well as using all the hot water!" I was betting for Mariah to slay the
princess with her wicked words and her insanely speedy logic. "I've been
late for two days in a row, one more and I'm off the team and onto the
reserves. Do I look like a reserve person?" Violet crossed her arms and
lifted her eyebrows to the ceiling and farther.
"Now that you asked, yes, actually, you do. I have
to go to work in the mornings, not all of us have a full ride here because we
can run super fast."
"Just get out of the shower earlier so I can just
dip in before practice."
"No." Violet stated simply. "I will
not." Mariah sighed dramatically and took a stride back into her room
slamming the door behind her.
Violet looked at me and Daniel and flashed a genuine
smile.
"Honestly," she said. "I don't care
about the extra shower time, I just didn't like her tone." Daniel barked a
laugh and went straight to her for a hug.
"You have come so far in such a short time! Soon,
you'll graduate from Bitch University! I am so proud of you!"
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