It's Things like This

[Chris Grayson]

”Oh come the fuck on. Seriously? Really? Of all the places it just had to be the fucking ceiling?”

Chris scowled in annoyance as he looked up and spotted his pen embedded into the ceiling of the classroom. He rubbed his face and flashed a look of irritation to the group of guy now hurrying out the door. One of them thought it would be funny to pull back on Chris’s chair while he wasn’t expecting it. Chris managed to hold steady and not fall over, but when he was flailing his arms for balance the pen had escaped him. After he’d scared them half to death, he went searching for his pen thinking it’d fallen on the floor.

”Nope. The ceiling. The goddamn ceiling.”

Chris grumbled and ran his fingers through his hair. Despite his height he knew he wasn’t tall enough to reach it, and it was a damn good pen so he couldn’t leave it. However if he got someone else to help their combined height should work. Chris searched around the quickly emptying classroom until he spotted some random kid entering. He figured there must’ve been a different class. Chris made his way over and stopped before him.

”Hey kid. mind helping me out with a problem.” Chris stated more than asked, gesturing towards the ceiling and the pen still stuck in it. I’ll lift you and you grab the damn thing. Easy, yeah?"