I Write Sins Not Tragedies (a Panic! at the Disco story), chapter 3
When we got to school, I instinctively ran into the math room. I hated math, though it was a great chance to catch up on sleep.
"Mr. Urie, you're LATE!" Mr. Lambard yelled.
I looked at the clock. I was 3 minutes early. He was so out to get me. "But I'm early Mr. Lanbored, I mean Lanbard," I loved pissing him off.
"Just sit down!"
I did. He wrote a message on the board that read 'E=MC2.' "Does anyone have the answer?" Mr. Lambard muttered.
"Oh...I do Mr. Lambarf!" I yelled, waving my arms in the air.
He gave me a dirty look. "Yes...?"
"I don't know!"
"That's it! Detention NOW!" the now angry teacher screamed.
I got up and ran out of the room. When I walked into the detention room, as usual Ryan and Spencer were sitting listening to Spencer's ipod. Brent was the good one of all of us. They nodded as I sat down next to them.
"What did you guys do this time?" I whispered, seeing Mrs. Jonson was sound asleep at the front of the room.
"I jumped on Ms. Gonzala's desk and started singing F.O.D. by Green Day," Ryan admitted with an evil look on his face.
"It was the second half where its all loud and he starts cussing and all," Spencer snickered. "I joined in."
I smiled and shook my head "I was moulthing off and ruining class!" I did a mocking Mr. Lambard voice.
Everyone started laughing. Mrs. Jonson woke up and shushed us. I looked over at Ryan's desk. There was a piece of paper on it. When he was not looking I read over his shoulder. It read...
Oh...well imagine...
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't hear
No I cant help but to hear an exchanging of words
What a beautiful wedding
What a beautiful wedding says a bridesmaid to a waiter
Oh yes but what a shame what a shame the poor groomsbride
Is a...
WHORE
I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the goddamn door no
It's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality...
It went on, but Ryan jerked the paper out of eye sight. "I'm not done!" He blushed. He was so picky about his lyrics!
"Come on! Let me see?" I wiggled my eyebrows and gave him a puppy dog face.
"NO! later!" The bell rang, and he pounced out of the room like a hungry tiger that had just spotted an unexpecting animal to chase around.
Spencer and I slouched after him and went into Drama. I didn't want to take that class...but my mom made me. Same with Spencer, Ryan wanted to 'cause he's actually a very dramatic person. Weird. The teacher was really creepy, her name is Ms. Drake, but she makes us call her Madamé Bella. Yeah...Weird.
When we walked in she was sitting there gazing into the distance. We took our seats. I had no clue that what was going to happen next would change my life FOREVER!!!!!
"Mr. Urie, you're LATE!" Mr. Lambard yelled.
I looked at the clock. I was 3 minutes early. He was so out to get me. "But I'm early Mr. Lanbored, I mean Lanbard," I loved pissing him off.
"Just sit down!"
I did. He wrote a message on the board that read 'E=MC2.' "Does anyone have the answer?" Mr. Lambard muttered.
"Oh...I do Mr. Lambarf!" I yelled, waving my arms in the air.
He gave me a dirty look. "Yes...?"
"I don't know!"
"That's it! Detention NOW!" the now angry teacher screamed.
I got up and ran out of the room. When I walked into the detention room, as usual Ryan and Spencer were sitting listening to Spencer's ipod. Brent was the good one of all of us. They nodded as I sat down next to them.
"What did you guys do this time?" I whispered, seeing Mrs. Jonson was sound asleep at the front of the room.
"I jumped on Ms. Gonzala's desk and started singing F.O.D. by Green Day," Ryan admitted with an evil look on his face.
"It was the second half where its all loud and he starts cussing and all," Spencer snickered. "I joined in."
I smiled and shook my head "I was moulthing off and ruining class!" I did a mocking Mr. Lambard voice.
Everyone started laughing. Mrs. Jonson woke up and shushed us. I looked over at Ryan's desk. There was a piece of paper on it. When he was not looking I read over his shoulder. It read...
Oh...well imagine...
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't hear
No I cant help but to hear an exchanging of words
What a beautiful wedding
What a beautiful wedding says a bridesmaid to a waiter
Oh yes but what a shame what a shame the poor groomsbride
Is a...
WHORE
I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the goddamn door no
It's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality...
It went on, but Ryan jerked the paper out of eye sight. "I'm not done!" He blushed. He was so picky about his lyrics!
"Come on! Let me see?" I wiggled my eyebrows and gave him a puppy dog face.
"NO! later!" The bell rang, and he pounced out of the room like a hungry tiger that had just spotted an unexpecting animal to chase around.
Spencer and I slouched after him and went into Drama. I didn't want to take that class...but my mom made me. Same with Spencer, Ryan wanted to 'cause he's actually a very dramatic person. Weird. The teacher was really creepy, her name is Ms. Drake, but she makes us call her Madamé Bella. Yeah...Weird.
When we walked in she was sitting there gazing into the distance. We took our seats. I had no clue that what was going to happen next would change my life FOREVER!!!!!
