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 Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 5:12 pm
Another day at school and another day of hard work. Evan was rearing to go, ready for anything! He took his pencil in hand, mulled over the question on the board with the eraser in his hand. This question had him stumped. He ran a hand through his mop of blond hair, hoping somehow to draw the answer out of thin air. He looked around at the rest of the class, freely conversing. Had they already finished it? His heart sank in panic.
While the rest of the class looked busy and buzzing with chatter, Evan stared at his paper. The answer wasn't coming to him and it sure wasn't going to appear, as if by magic, on his paper. He turned in his seat to see if he could flag anyone down for help. While the others were talking, he spotted a lone figure toward the back. What was his name again? Evan couldn't recall, but he rose from his seat to ask for help on the question,
"Um, excuse me." Evan walked up to the boy awkwardly. "Could you help me with the question?" He rubbed the back of his head through the blond curls. "I can't seem to figure it out and it looks like everyone's just about finished."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:29 pm
Siemon sighed as he walked slowly to the back of the room, taking little notice of the commotion all around him. He had paused before the backboard and smiled; the question was easy for those who had paid attention the Friday before and had presumably done their homework as they were supposed to. He especially liked how some of them would just prattle on to their classmates until the teacher came in and asked them all for the answer to the blackboard question. Even when they were turned toward the front of the classroom, Siemon could still envision their eyes bugging out, hear their hasty bitten off swears or the lean towards their chums and whispering 'Did you see that on the board when we came in? No, did you?' Honestly, how many of these people were actually here on talent and not because their parents had money and actually knew how to use it for a change?
Rolling his eyes, he passed right by the blond-haired boy and took his customary seat in the back, pulling out his textbook. He was wanting to get a head start on the lesson of the day. The question was from the end of chapter 14, so logically they would start covering 15 today. He had just started reading the introduction to the chapter when he heard the hesitant voice address him. Blinking in surprise, Siemon looked up, pushing his glasses further up his nose and closer to his brown eyes as he studied the speaker; the blond boy that he had walked past only minutes before. He raised his eyebrows as the other asked him for help; it wasn't every day he saw someone with the guts to ask for help, let alone ask HIM for help.
His first thought was the tell the boy to bug off; if he didn't study the last chapter, it was HIS lookout. But then again....he HAD been able to admit he was stuck, and Siemon was a bit flattered at being the one he would ask. Casting a glance at the door to make sure the teacher hadn't come in yet, he gestured for the other to come closer to his desk. "Okay, the question asks you to find out the square feet of the surface area of the wall around the garden, right? Well first you add the two numbers here together, then multiply them with this number to get this one....." He was just getting to the answer when he saw the teacher come in; he cleared his throat and nodded at the other boy to head back to his seat with a quick whisper. "Just subtract those two numbers and you've got it."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 9:51 pm
Evan took his place next to the boy he asked for help. The class was still as noisey as ever since the teacher hadn't shown up. The blond put a hand to his forehead. This problem was almost exactly like the questions on the homework. Even though he did struggle with those, he could have at least managed to recognized that. "I feel like such an idiot." He smiled at the boy, hand still on his forehead and curly locks. "Thank you for helping me." He stood up walking off to his seat as the teacher walked in, calling for the class' attention so he could begin the lesson.
One interesting lecture later, the teacher had dismissed them to begin their homework. Most, again, took this as a chance to go gallivanting to the student across the room and strike up a conversation. Evan kept himself busy with the homework until he had a far amount of it done. He turned in his seat, looking over at the boy who helped him, feeling that he hadn't properly thanked him.
He stood, making his was back over to the boy slowly. "thank you for all your help." He smiled, holding out his hand. "I don't think we've been properly introduce. I'm Evan." Though the boy could already know his name.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 10:54 pm
Siemon only managed a quick nod before he focused his gaze up front and to the teacher. He couldn't help but wonder at his eagerness to help the other boy. He took his own studies very seriously, and as a result he had had his fair share of people who wanted 'help' with their studies, which only meant they wanted him to do it for them. At least this one seemed willing to do it himself; he just needed his train of thought to be placed on the proper track. A small smile tugged at the corner of Siemon's mouth as his pencil began to stray toward the piece of scratch paper he had used to show the boy how to reach the answer to the problem. He found himself doodling a train and was working on making little tracks out of math symbols when he realized just what it was he was doing. Hastily, he placed the paper deep within the pages of his textbook and focused on the remainder of the lesson.
Once the teacher had stopped speaking and the students once again formed their little chat groups, Siemon as usual focused on his homework. He had just finished the last problem and was contemplating bringing his little train sketch out of hiding to see if he could make it look any better when he noticed the same boy heading his way again. Quelling the slight twinge of annoyance that he felt, Siemon looked up expectantly as the other came over. He nodded and offered a small, polite smile as he reached out to take the offered hand. "Siemon Julius Crawford. Nice to meet you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 10:21 pm
The blond couldn't help but feel that Siemon was a little annoyed by his presence, but smiled with a small laugh. "No need for the formalities." He shrugged a shoulder even though he had been the one to offer his hand at his introduction. He felt like he needed to make it up to the boy for bothering him. It didn't look like he was too sociable to begin with.
Evan started with some small talk. "Have you finished already?" He nodded to his closed book. The lesson had been relatively easy and with the notes he had written down, just barely legible, he didn't have any problems. He stood looking down at the dark haired boy as the clusters of kids conversed among themselves at a distracting murmur with the occasional bouts of laughter. Evan couldn't decide if he was invited to sit or just forcing someone to talk that didn't really feel like talking in the first place.
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