Post by Blank ♪ on Feb 4, 2010 16:17:07 GMT -5
Anya hesitantly walked into the art room after the last bell rang and she'd gathered her stuff from her locker, storing it in her messenger bag that was now draped over her shoulder as she knocked on the door frame, alerting Mr. Benigno that she was there.
She'd decided that maybe if she called him Mr. Benigno rather than just Benigno that maybe she wouldn't feel as nervous....No help at all...
As soon as she layed her eyes on the head of shaggy black hair she could feel the now automatic response of her chest clenching up and her stomach going batty. She took a deep breath and planted her feet before she darted out of there and hid in her dorm. "M-Mr. Benigno...?" She said in a small voice.
She'd decided that maybe if she called him Mr. Benigno rather than just Benigno that maybe she wouldn't feel as nervous....No help at all...
As soon as she layed her eyes on the head of shaggy black hair she could feel the now automatic response of her chest clenching up and her stomach going batty. She took a deep breath and planted her feet before she darted out of there and hid in her dorm. "M-Mr. Benigno...?" She said in a small voice.
