Post by yoite sekigawa on Jul 8, 2012 7:45:25 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #cacaca; padding: 10px; width: 450px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 100px; padding: 10px; float: left; background-color: #e2e2e2;][style=border: 2px solid #cacaca;] | [style=background-color: #e2e2e2; height: 320px; overflow: auto; width: 275px; float: right; padding: 10px; font-family: Tahoma; color: #494949; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]you're supposed to be a smart child, his teacher had told him, long fingers rapping against the surface table - jarring tap tap taps against the plastic. it's such a pity you don't pay attention, you could be brilliant. yoite would have scoffed, but common sense made him hold his tongue - disinterested as he was towards his studies, he knew better than to be rude to his teacher. he'd already garnered quite the notorious reputation among the staff for his apathetic attitude towards his work. he was the infamous scholarship boy who barely passed his papers. every teacher said the same thing, in the same disappointed tone - "you could have done better." he wouldn't have paid much attention to it (and for the past few months, he didn't bother to) if his performance didn't jeopardise not only his position in the student council, but his place in the academy itself. so with a defeated groan, he sank to his seat as the teacher left the classroom, with stern instructions to "stay put and study, like you should have done for the past year." flicking through the history textbook in front of him with poorly veiled disdain, he forced himself to scribble down notes in the empty margins - he might as well make the most out of the time he was stuck there, after all. an hour into his detention, his already illegible notes devolved into messy sketches of plane-eating dinosaurs.[/style] |