The Table's on fire

So first of all a disclaimer to any small children or queezy at heart, You will be horrified by what I have to say. Okay so not really but I have always wanted to say that. So lets begin the story, which apparently should have been on my blog weeks ago as per my sister. It all started on a sunny day with birds chirping and small woodland creatures scurrying about the Westminster Campus. The sun felt like a beacon of good will to all that had the pleasure to bask in its rays. Spencer, or as many called him "Styles", decided to go study in the Gore terease which rested in a area of trees and picturesqe plants. As he walked to the secret study area he had been to on many other occasions like today he thought about the studies he must do for the day; Quantitative Statistics and decision making, Marketing and Finance. It seemed so daunting for such a day like today. He should be out enjoying what God had made for him. Soon reality soaked in as he slowly set his laptop on the granite fasade table and sat down in the metal chair. Scooting his chair under the massive desk he looked down as to make sure he didn't crush his laptop cord, He sees a black smudge across his whole right pant leg which he hadn't noticed before. These were his favorite and by far most expensive pair. His heart now enraged with furry looked around to see what could have emposed such a inconcievable act of carelessness. At first glance nothing but with further examination"Styles" saw that some careless smoker, trying to commit suicide with the stick of tabbaco had caught the granite fasade on fire and the ashes now left yet another reason in Spencer's mind as to why smoking should be banned. To this day Styles wonders the campus asking for a cure for the stain and has vowed to haunt it till the stain is gone.