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Post by annabelle on Sept 26, 2008 17:45:43 GMT -5
The swirls of colors in her dream blurred as Annabelle, slowly, opened her eyes, only because the teacher was screaming at her with no mercy. "Annabelle Rosaline Matthews!" She shrieked, her eyes blazing with an anger so tightly coiled Annabelle straightened her back quickly. A little spark of a temper flickered in her eyes for a moment, as she realized the teacher had used her full name. It was something insignificant, yet it bothered Annabelle immensely. "I apologize," Annabelle murmured, still not completely out of the sleeping phase. The teacher rolled her eyes and scoffed before returning to the lesson.
Annabelle's teeth were suddenly bared with anger. She deserved some respect too, after all.
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Post by Emily Young on Sept 26, 2008 18:17:53 GMT -5
I began writing my notes, in which the teacher had demanded I had to. I really didn't want to be here although i knew I had no other choice. The girl who sat to my left in the classroom had been in a deep sleep for around 30 minutes now. The girl's eyes fluttered open half awake and muttered, "I apologize." Then i realized the teacher had screamed Annabelle's name, to awaken her. I suddenly felt furious at the teacher for embarrassing a poor girl who probably just didn't receive enough sleep the night before. I knew what I would have done hadn't it been her, and me instead. I flipped the pages in my notebook for a clear non-doodled on page to write an apology note to the girl closest to me. The teacher was rambling on and on about random crap. I ripped out the small sheet and wrote quickly n my significant script.
I apologize about that, it must have been so terrible to be yelled at like that, not to mention embarrassing. I know if she did that to me her ruler would be up her- well never-mind that. I'm figuring your name is Annabelle, you wouldn't mid if i called you something a tad bit shorter? Nice to meet you I'm Emily. I'm one of the most social people in the school, i talk to a lot of people, and love to make friends. What about you?
I flipped back to my notes page and caught up with my work quickly and chose a moment when she was speaking, well maybe yelling at the computer for not allowing her to take attendance. I folded the note into 8 perfect squares, and handed it off to Annabelle.
I used my lowest tone, "Here take this, please." I said as I handed the paper over to the girl.
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Post by annabelle on Sept 26, 2008 18:47:41 GMT -5
Annabelle turned her head to glance at the girl sitting beside her as she took the note cautiously. Skimming through the note, Annabelle suddenly began to gawk unattractively, her eyes widening slowly as she began to blink rapidly, her jaw dropping the slightest bit. She grabbed her mechanical pencil and began writing hesitantly in her perfectly rounded handwriting, suddenly suspicious.
Why are you apologizing? After all, I was the one who got yelled at. Thanks, though. And yes, thanks for asking about my name. I'd love a nickname, but I don't have many friends like you do, and the teachers don't give a crap about whether I want a nickname or not. They wouldn't give me one either way.
So, Emily Young, why are you talking to me?
Feeling a soft pang of guilt as she read the last question, Annabelle decided to let it go and folded it up as Emily had, using the creases as a guide. Glancing at the teacher, an unnecessary motion as she was facing the other direction, Annabelle casually dropped it on Emily's desk.
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Post by Emily Young on Sept 27, 2008 6:36:25 GMT -5
I read the entire note quite quickly not trying to catch the teachers attention, when I began writing. So Emily Young Why Are You Talking To Me? The question seemed a little rude, but I didn't care, it's not liek she's Leah or anything. I picked up my pen and began writing.
I know I have nothing to apologize for, but I still felt the necessity to. Annabelle, The answer to your last question is pretty simple actually, I just figured you might have wanted a friend, maybe even if it's just for this class, or even outside of it too. Whichever you like
~Emily
I fiddled with the note for a moment as our teacher waddled her way back to the board to continue her lecture. When the teacher turned to face the boardI decided to place it on Annabelle's desk then.
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Post by annabelle on Sept 28, 2008 10:33:34 GMT -5
Annabelle unfolded the note quickly, eager to read Emily's answer. She glanced at Emily sideways, this time more curious than suspicious. She gripped her pencil in her hand, harder this time, and chose her words carefully with caution. Annabelle just couldn't risk offending Emily now. She was her friend, in a strange way.
Ah, I see. I suppose I'd like to have you as a friend. This is all new to me, so I apologize for this sounding so strange. I wouldn't care if we were friends only in class or outside of class, doesn't matter.
She passed the note over without a care, as the teacher was still facing the other direction.
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Post by Emily Young on Sept 29, 2008 15:21:24 GMT -5
Emily unfolded the note, and placed it on her desk stretching out the sides to get a clearer picture of the wrinkly piece of notebook paper. She smiled at the note being happy she just made a new friend. Emily gripped her blue uni-ball pen in her hand and wrote a quick response.
Well both I assume then! Have you made other friends, here? Most of the people here are quite strange so I wouldn't expect you to feel otherwise about us either.
Emily folded the note up again quickly and tossed it, as she was staring at the teacher trying not to do anything to catch her attention.
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Post by annabelle on Sept 29, 2008 19:38:46 GMT -5
Annabelle slid the note underneath her desk and read it five times. A new friend. Interesting. Annabelle never did have a friend before. A real one, at least. Her lips curved against her will. She seemed nice enough. Annabelle could actually see them having a fun conversation. She wrote down her words carefully over the cover of a random notebook, careful not to abruptly move her hand, ruining her neat handwriting.
No, I haven't. You really haven't noticed yet? I'm classified as a loner, I suppose. And I have to agree with you on your comment on the others; they are quite stranger. Stranger than you and I.
Without a thought to the plural at the very end, Annabelle passed it to Emily carefully.
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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Sept 30, 2008 11:42:10 GMT -5
The door flied open. Alina walked into the classroom with a careless energy surrounding her. She looked rushed, but she was blessed with eternal beauty. She had a note in hand and handed it into the teacher, saying sarcastically, "Sorry I'm late, teach." She walked over to the only open desk next to Annabelle and said, "I know you all missed me so much." She sighed and sat down, the teacher too surprised and star struck to yell or use comment sense. She sat down, then turned to Annabelle and said, "You're new, right? I'm Alina." She extended her hand with a small smiled. She waved at Emily with the other.
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Post by Emily Young on Sept 30, 2008 14:24:02 GMT -5
Emily scanned the note a few times, and began to write a few sentences. There was no way such a pretty girl like Annabelle could be classified as a loner.
I Think there are only a few people here that could be classified as Average. It feels really good to have a new friend, your so interesting, we need to hangout very soon. Just as Emily was folding her note and passing it over The door went flailing open, and a petite, yet muscular girl ran through the door handing the teacher a note. Alina! Emily was so happy to see her since she hadn't seen her since the day with Jake at the beach a few weeks ago.
"Hey!" Emily said a little louder than she should have to Alina, making The already agitated teacher flip around, and scold me for talking.
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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Sept 30, 2008 15:22:28 GMT -5
Alina smiled and said, "I love pissing them off. Its pretty fun!" She turned to stick her tongue out at the teacher, who was totally oblivious. She leaned back in her chair and said, "This class is so boring! Glad I came late." She brushed her long hair back into a ponytail with her fingers, sweeping her bangs to the side. She had refused to cut it, unlike Leah. Yeah, she would look good with a cropped cut, but she worked for years to grow out her hair. "So, Em, I haven't seen you in a while!" she said, smiling giddily.
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Post by Phraxius on Sept 30, 2008 15:59:45 GMT -5
Damn meetings. Damn faculties. Damn Students. Damn essays. Damn it all to a far away hell with no waiting room. Why was it so hard to transfer from one school, barely a few miles away. His transfer from Forks had been messy. Quite simply, La Push hadn't wanted him. Well, they were short a history teacher.
Phrax might have said, with hindsight, it was his own fault.
He strode quickly to his classroom, before quickly opening the door. It was barely 30 minutes into the lesson, thank Jupiter.
"Mrs Smith. Thank you for covering my lesson. The meeting ended early. I'll take it from here." He tried to seem pleasant but failed. It was clear that he was tinged upon the edge. The woman hurriedly smiled, and walked away.
You could say that Phrax's pristine white shirt, bland black tie and drain pipe trousers gave the impression of militarism. But his massive boots, clearly well worn but shining none the less, countered this.
He didn't wait in making his introductions. He didn't even notice the girl he had duped not long before.
"Good morning, Class. My name is Mr.Venator. That's VEN-AY-TOR. Pig Latin for Hunter. I am your new History teacher." His eyes darted to the sheet on the teacher's desk he now stood beside. He was obviously very used to being listened to, yet not in a condescending way. If anything, it was slightly parental.
"French Revolution. Pretty basic stuff, people. I'll tell you, we won't be making notes all the time in my lesson. First thing's first, I want at least 3 opinions of what ye think caused the French revolution. Anything, class, no matter how little your knowledge."
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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Sept 30, 2008 16:23:00 GMT -5
Alina's mouth dropped as she turned to Emily and said, "I know that guy!" She turned back to Phrax, AKA Mr.Venator, and waved slightly at him. She knew what she was now, and she believed him. He was practically the same, just a little older... Okay, a lot older. Alina smiled and realized that she should pay attention to what he was saying, but she shrugged and thought, I can study all of this in a heartbeat. I do have straight A's for a reason. She opened her doodle-filled notebook and began some new additions to it.
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Post by Emily Young on Sept 30, 2008 17:16:53 GMT -5
The new teacher had walked in, and Emily was ecstatic to the fact the boring sub had left. Once Mr.Venator had made his long intro making us all clear to the fact it was pronounced with an AY in the middle rather than AH, which being me I could have easily mistaken. After Emily had got it through her head she noticed Alina's grim face, that turned into a smile. "I know that guy!" She shrieked to herself. Just then Mr. Vanator asked a question on one of Emily's most favorite subject, French. Emily thought she knew almost everything about france and the world in general, at least, what the government had told everyone.
Emily lifted her frail, and thin arm up, and called out without her realizing it, "Sir, I believe one important reason was the inefficient and antiquated financial system unable to manage the national debt, both caused and exacerbated by the burden of a grossly inequitable system of taxation." Thank. You. Wikipedia.
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