- A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale
E. E. Nalley
Cause there'll be
No more mountain climbing in the rain
No more Long hair clogging up the drain
No more Life will never be the same
Life after Lisa is not so bad at all
Bowling For Soup Life After Lisa
September 10th, 2016
Twain Cottage Rm 115, Whateley Academy
Nick lay on his bed with his earphones clipped to his ears as he strummed through the one of the songs he was trying to learn that matched his mood. Thanks to their precipitous arrival via the War Wagon he and AJ had been 'treated' to an hour long lecture in the Headmaster's office about decorum and what was expected of a 'Whateley Man'. Nick had stood for the entire hour, respectfully silent and doing his best to keep control of his mouth. To say the guy was some kind of pompous stuffed shirt did a disservice to the stuffed shirt crowd. Even Stronghold had walked out muttering, “What an ass hole,” under his breath.
“Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint!” Nick sang to himself as he worked the chord and tried to get used to the odd fingering of it. “Forever in debt to your priceless advice...” Being honest with himself he really wasn't prepared to be thrown into the human world 24/7. Sure he'd done yacht deliveries, but that was being the odd guy out in a crew of five or so. And it was just a summer gig, this was his reality for the next nine months. He felt like a bull in a china shop, they were just so small and everywhere! They darted around and had no sense of personal space which wasn't a thing on a boat, but on land it was getting creepy.