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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:31 am
John opened his window for some fresh air, he leaned out of it a little (there was no screen) He sighed, but his foot slipped. He fell out of it. The 2 story drop began. He went head first unable to get his feet pointing downwards his head slammed into the cement. He died instanly.
[[X_x dont kill me ai]]
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:06 am
Connor blushed heavily as his heart began to slam against his ribcage. He'd taken notice of her dress when she stood. So beautiful. Trying to fight down his blush, he nodded and began walking.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 5:53 pm
Emma walked beside Connor as they walked to her locker. She nodded and smiled at her friends that would walk by and finally, they were at her locker. Quickly, she grabbed her things when the bell rang.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:15 pm
Since he didn't really use his locker, Connor was content with walking with Emma to her locker. Upon the ringing of the bell, he gave a warm smile and released his crutches, letting them rest against his sides once again. He extended his arms out, as if asking for a hug.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:32 pm
Emma silently giggled into her hand and gave Connor a hug, burying her face in his chest. She looked up at him with a smile and mouthed, "See you at lunch!" With that, she pulled away and walked to her first period with a giant grin.
First period had gone swimmingly, but come the walk from first to second period, she was approached by the boy that she had bumped into on Friday.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:00 pm
Connor chuckled softly, returning the hug happily. Nodding in agreement, he let her go and adjusted his crutches, proceeding to make his way to first period. The class went well, though he spent the majority of the time just zoning out. When class ended, he felt a horrid stab in his chest where his heart would be. I got a bad feeling. With a concerned expression, he made his way as quickly as he could through the hallways, trying to find Emma.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:27 pm
Emma opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a small squeak. What am I going to do? she asked as she looked around frantically.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" the bully questioned as he shoved her to the wall. A crowd had formed around the two and began chanting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!" causing Emma to shake on her footsteps, worried that she wouldn't be able to do anything.
Connor, she thought as she looked to the side before being slapped to the ground by the bully. "Now that your little lover boy isn't here, I can have all the fun I want with you..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:04 pm
The chanting of students reached his ears, causing Connor's breathing to become frantic in fear. Forgetting the pain in his left foot, he tossed away his left crutch and began to sprint the best he could, breaking through the crowd. Upon the sight of Emma and the bully, he lost his temper. The veins on his neck bulged in fury as his face turned a furious red. Coming up behind the bully and growling in rage, he lifted his right crutch into both of his hands and put forth all of his strength into swinging the metal crutch at the bully's knees.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:09 pm
Emma's eyes were wide as she watched Connor whack the bully over his head, causing the boy to fall to the ground and pass out instantly. She shook as she looked at Connor's inflamed eyes and then watched him get pulled away by the school faculty. She, too was picked up by the wrist and dragged to the principal's office.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:15 pm
Connor continued to growl and breathe heavily, even as he was dragged away. Thoughts raced in the back of his mind in a jumbled mess; crashing, mixing, becoming altogether indecipherable. All he knew was that someone was hurting Emma and Connor couldn't stop himself from hurting him. He was not un-cooperative with the staff though. Putting on a relatively calm facade, he began to walk with the staff, keeping up the speed the best he could.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:47 pm
Emma exited the office as she looked down at her feet. In her hand was a piece of paper stating that she was on suspension for a week. She walked ahead of Connor, still frightened from how he acted, and a tad bit angry. Why did he have to do this? she thought with teary eyes as she walked out of the school building.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:56 pm
After proving that he was no longer hostile, ("I'm crippled, what else could I do!") and explaining what he saw, Connor was allowed to go home. Though he was sentenced to two weeks of suspension, he didn't really care. He was more concerned with Emma. As he walked out of the building, he instinctively kept his head high but couldn't stop the frown that creased his brow. She didn't want me to fight. I know that. I know that I shouldn't of lost it like that. But I just couldn't control myself. With that thought, he tried to catch up with her, speaking with a tremblign voice. "Emma, wait. I'm sorry. I know that's no excuse, but I'm sorry!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 8:59 pm
Emma flopped on her bed after she was lectured by her parents. She was not to go to any raves this week and she had to skip dance practice. Tears formed in her eyes, hating being locked up like a bird, but she suppressed them, hating the feeling of being weak.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 9:20 pm
Connor ambled into his apartment with a sigh, standing still as stone with an empty gaze for a good minute. Abruptly, his lips curled upward into a fiece snarl as he angrily flung his crutches across the room. A low growl trickled from his throat as he shed his shirt and tossed the garment across the room as well. Moving forward with clenched fists, he dropped onto his bed and pulled his aching left leg up on the bed. Whilst cursing angrily, he slowly but surely removed the cast, refusing to pay any mind to the pulse of pain in his leg. "I'm an idiot, aren't I? I screwed up with Nicole. I couldn't do anything to keep her with me." He moved to lie back on the bed, his anger seeping out of him and turning to sorrow. "I couldn't do anything then. And now I screwed up and lost my control and probably lost Emma too." An idea hit him and he snatched his cell phone, suddenly tired.
Calling a local flower shop, he ordered a bouquet of roses to be sent to Emma's house, along with a card reading, 'I'm sorry I screwed things up for you. I understand if you never want to see me again. -- Con. It was to be sent in the morning. In the meantime, Connor fell into a fitfull sleep for the first time in some time.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 9:34 pm
Emma awoke to an empty house and dark rimmed eyes from her night of insomnia. She got out of bed with a pout and turned up her techno music to the highest volume it could go. As she dressed and got ready for practicing her dance part in her house, she mouthed the words to the songs, a bit depressed at how she couldn't have beautiful music stream from her lips anymore.
Through all of the music, she managed to hear the ring of her doorbell. That's weird, Emma thought as she walked downstairs and opened the door. Standing on the front porch was a man holding a pot of flowers and a release sheet. She signed the paper with wide eyes and took the flowers from him before walking back into the house.
Emma stuffed her nose into the bright blooms and breathed in their intoxicating scent. Noticing a card connected to the vase, she curiously ripped it open and read it. Connor, she thought sadly as she ran her finger over the words. She dropped the card to the table and pulled out her cell phone, opening the messaging option. I got your flowers ... thank you, and I'm sorry for getting angry at you, she texted with quick fingers.
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