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 Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:05 pm
Manuela hummed as she doodled, writing in her bubbly print, "No cannonballs". She had had to check the rules list to spell the word right, but it seemed she hadn't yet picked up that some words had dual meanings. So instead of drawing a kid rolled up in a ball she drew a circus-esque cannon in purple crayon, with a confetti surrounded rainbow ball being shot out of it. In the water was a child with a frown on his face, obviously not happy about it coming to ruin his fun. "How's this?" she asked, holding the sign up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:09 pm
It was testament to Ms. Lindy's something-or-other that she didn't laugh out loud. "That's great, Manuela," she said, but she had to struggle to keep a straight face. "How about you do another one, though? Your work's so colourful, it'll look great."
On her circuit around to pass her another piece of paper, she also dropped one on Riley's desk. "You can do another one too, Riley," she said cheerfully, but her tone brooked not a lot of complaint. "Or you can colour in your first one."
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:16 pm
Riley looked very unhappy to be told to basically do the same silly assignment again. What kind of class was this anyway? So she groaned and grabbed her first paper, grabbing the nearest colored marker after setting the sheet once again under the weight of her cast. She began to color it in with no regard to color or well...anything at all, turning her poster into what this room was. An image of someone who threw up a rainbow.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:19 pm
Antony colored for a bit longer before glancing over at Delilah. "How are you doing, Delilah?" he asked pleasantly. "Do you need help?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:21 pm
Harper pouted briefly when he wasn't given an immediate response. Instead he just wrote a big 'no' on the top of his picture, and grabbed some blue to color in the water. He decided to give the broken necked person long blue hair and stubby legs.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:25 pm
The teacher's apparent compliment brought a huge smile to Manny's face, and she quickly picked up the second piece of paper. What now though. No diving, no that'd be icky. And it looked like Antony was doing something about lifeguards. What about... No bullying? That could be cool. She wrote the headline "STOP BULLIES" at the top of her sheet in bright red and put yellow polka dots around the edges. The rest of her paper she divided into four squares. One of a little boy being bullied by a kid with a bulldog head, one of the little boy finding a genie's lamp, one conversing with the genie, and the last, her personal favorite, the now big boy making the bulldog boy run away and the rest of the kids rejoicing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:30 pm
Delilah looked at Antony with gratitude in her aqua-colored eyes. "Please," she whispered. "I don't know what to draw. I've, um, never really done it before. Not with this." She held up the crayon.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:32 pm
"Have you drawn with something else?" Antony asked curiously. "But it's just like a pencil, the pointed end goes on the paper, like this--" he said, taking his own crayon and showing her. "And I'm sure anything you draw will be good," he added with a little smile.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:35 pm
"Mama's given me paints and clay," she explained. Delilah watched him for a moment and then smiled. "Okay." Biting her lower lip in concentration, she bent over her paper and began putting a stick figure on top of a bit square. She wrote "life" across his chest. Then she set down the green and reached for blue. Water was blue.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:36 pm
"Hmm. MmmmHhmm .. mm." Harper finished his picture, complete with a small pool of red around the broken figure. He pushed his 'poster' away from him and crossed his arms triumphantly, grinning at anything and everything. Done!
New song!
"Do do.. ba.... Under pressure!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:09 pm
With Manny's second scribbled poster done she got up from her beanbag and moved to one beside Harper, straining to hear what was playing. "What are you listening to?" she asked quietly, poking him in the side to make sure he knew she was there.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 8:30 am
Riley shot a sidelong glance at Harper, feeling a bit of envy rise in her chest. Now that was one way to make class more interesting. She tapped his arm and hissed, "Oi, hey Harper, can I have one end?" She gestured toward the headphones. Please, anything to save her from the "no fun" class of rules and crazy colors.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 1:43 pm
Harper blinked a few times and looked up from his stare at nothing, glancing at Manny then Riley. Eventually he gave a long, overly dramatic, exasperated sigh and pulled out both his ear bugs and handed them each one, even though it meant they would probably have to position themselves uncomfortably to reach. He scooted back some to get out of the way.
"It's Queen, dudes! Do do ba da...~"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 6:49 pm
"Great!" said the teacher behind them both. Her peppy demeanour was obviously to masquerade the fact that she was, in fact, evil. "Hey, Mr. MP3, a rule of my classroom is no personal music. If it's appropriate, you hand it over for Ms. Lindy's Mr. iDog. If it's not appropriate, you turn it over and only get it back at the end of the day. Pass it over, I love Queen."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:41 pm
Harper moaned, frowning at his newest teacher. "But It's my mp3 player.." He lamely argued, before standing up.
"Sorry. The stup- errr, teacher's making me.." He explained to the two girls, while moving to hand the black and yellow, markerly-terrorized mp3 player to the Ms. Lindy.
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