Close contact with contacts

So one day a teenage guy awoke, from the qing tian that was playing from his phone, probably meant as an alarm of some nature, and prepared for school. The clock flashed 7.45, making it considerably early as lessons would begin no earlier then 9. So he bath-ed, and got dressed.... the clock was still angelic, bearing no meanicing fangs, a gentle 8:05. Vision still blur, he attempted to put a small piece of plastic into his eye... yea, just a quick thing to grant him sight.....

He accomplished what was supposedly a task even imbeciles could never pardon. Then like El Nino, the skys seemed to darken, and the clock seemed to spew venom, unveiling more of Death's reaper every second.... It was now 9:30.....

No sane person enjoys negative virgin impressions. So, he hurried to school, and finally arrived at the theatre. Ten, spelled his phone. With a soft knock he entered, to a classroom full of eyes..... all on him... Indeed a lasting impression.

" My class starts at nine............ "

Came ze mademoiselle az she zpoke in ze frencho ak-sount.

" Are you SURE you are in ze right clazz?! "

Ninety pair of eyes impudently impaled his pride. Moronic attempts at salvation such as " I was late because I spent an hour putting contacts ", would merely obliterate what was left of his shattered honour... Vindication was clearly beyond grasp.

So this guy, sat down... and began to PAY attention to lectures.... for the first time in say.... half a year? Then, his eye started to itch uncontrollably, like a cotton ball to a kitten..... irresistible... the urge insatiable... He pounced, giving a slight nudge to his eye... but it wouldn't stop.... No it wouldn't.. The urge simply amplified...... Finally, it stopped... out popped a piece of plastic.

Clearly distraught by the series of er... UNFORTUNATE forthcomings... he awaited in patience to the end of the lecture, impaired and tortured by his vision, half in clarity. It came at last, as he went to fix it.

The plastic, like a black rose, had withered and turned crisp. Ignorant, he attempted redemption, by hydrating the fallen rose. It seemed to work? Miraculously, he got the plastic in again, at like what seemed to be mach-1... breaking the sound barrier. Maybe the day wasn't all gloom and no bloom?

Then, it came.... the blood thirsting instinct.... he again, scummed to temptation, and gave in. Out popped something from his eye again. Then it struck ... what seemed to be the most inhuman mortification....

Whats worse then finding your contact has dropped out of your eye? 3/4 of it..

Seriously.... ignts.


hL a close contact with contacts at 9:54