Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Now Named: Whispers Of Voice

"Will you help me? Please? If we have two people was can show more thing. You don't have to. I know most people don't like Mrs. Hill or etiquette much." I jabbered as Evan and I walked up the stair to the class room.
"Sure I'll help you. Nothing better to do and one can never have too much extra credit." Evan told me.

We walked into the etiquette classroom. "Mrs. Hill, sorry I'm late! I ran into trouble walking back. I do have a partner though." I told her, as she turned to us.
"Alright. Thank you for coming Gabriella, Evan." She turned back to the new kids in the room. "Go in order and call out something for them to do, if you wish." The first student asked me to set the table, which I promptly did. I also showed how you switch the silverware in your hands and where to place your napkin and silverware when you're done. While the new kids called out, Evan and I greeted, excused ourselves, spoke, danced, and more, all properly. Note to self: Do something nice for Evan. He's being a really big help! I thought to myself.

Finally the dinner bell rang so Evan and I headed down the grand staircase to the dinning hall.
"I'm sorry you had to do that, I didn't know the new kids could come up with so much stuff for us to do." I said as we walked.
"It's OK," Evan replied, "I had fun. It was better than studying too. Max, Tilly, Jules, and Gordy at at the table. Matt and Lizzy must be in line. Let's go." Evan escorted me to the end of the line. "I hope the others had a good time and didn't get bothered when they walked back." I worried, frowning. "I doubt they got bothered. Who would want to bother Matthew? Evan countered. "Yeah. I guess you're right. You and Matt need service dog vests now. I'll hack into the service dog website and get some sent over A.S.A.P. Oh....Lizzy needs help again...Tutoring at.....Probably right after classes are done." I began to talk to myself. Evan and I went through the lone and eventually got back to our table. "Hey guys!" I said. "Have fun?" I sat down. "Yeah. The dogs ran for a while." Matt answered. "Hey Evan, pass the salt."

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