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 Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 3:17 pm
Dmitri stared at her, with a rather dumbfounded look on his face. There was a long moment of silence while he tried to figure out what was going on. Her question finally registered in his mind and he sat up a tad straighter.
"Oh...um..." he glanced at the board where she pointed. "Um....ensymes?" ((Pronounced as such...))
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 6:16 pm
Miss Koffman smiled before nodding slightly.
"Very good Dmitri," she said before carrying on with her lesson. Soon the class was over and Juliet's hands flew across the desk as she gathered up her things. She threw her bag over her shoulder and stood, turning to look at Dmitri. Her finger tips reached out and pressed gently against the desktop.
"... I'll see you later then," she said with a smile, pausing before taking a step back and waving slightly.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 6:25 pm
Dmitri was still being rather sluggish. He wasn't even thinking about her anymore. He was just felt funny. He glanced up at Juliet as she stood and gave a slight smile with a wave. "Yees, I'll see you later," he paused before smiling a little more. "До свидания," he said before standing and gathering his things.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:05 pm
"" she muttered before turning all the way around and walking from the class. The day had just been so odd for her. So many things were surprising her.
With the school day done and gone, Juliet strode down the sidewalk at a quick pace. She was ready to dance out her issues. She arrived at the dance studio to see that there was a new batch of girl's dancing. True, she knew some of them. She knew more than a few actually. Confusion spread across her face as she watched Jane, the only other girl that was fighting for the dance spot that Juliet had won hands down, skip across the floor. The rhythmic tune that fulled the room made Juliet dizzy with confusion. That was her music. The music she had been picked to dance to. Those were her steps that she had co-ordinated.
Her dance teacher strode up to her side and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Miss Hunter, I need to speak with you," she said simply, her face expressionless and set.
"As do I!" Juliet exclaimed, "Why is Jane doing my steps? You know I made those and I was picked for that dance. She has no reason to be doing.... that!"
The sound of Jane's footsteps caught her attention and she turned to see her approaching with a devilish grin upon her face.
"I have a very good reason. You've been booted girly. Kicked off and thrown to the side."
Juliet turned back to her teacher, desperate to hear that this woman was wrong. She, sadly, was not granted that wish. The teacher gave an exasperated sigh as she shrugged and opened her mouth to speak.
"You've been slacking Juliet. Coming to practice late. Missing moves. It's like you're forgetting them. Not studying like you should be. You of all people should know how hard you have to work for this. You just aren't giving that effort. I can see you slipping. Maybe dancing isn't for you."
A bubbling rage frothed within the depths of Juliet's mind as she tried to keep herself from exploding.
"Y-you know, better than anyone else, how very much dancing means to me. It's my life. How can you say I don't have the drive? It's all I've ever done!" she pleaded, her face becoming warm.
"Maybe you should stop speaking that Russian s**t and stay out of that vodka-reeking immigrant's pants and actually try to dance once in a while. Everyone has seen how you act around him. Hell, you even tried to kiss him in public today. The insanity. You really are just a lowly German punk aren't you? A Nazi piece of garbage thrown from her own country like the piece of trash you are. How pathe-"
Her words were cut off by the loud crack that was Juliet's open hand smacking against her open jaw.
"Don't say that about him! You haven't a clue what he goes through!"
She stopped, her eyes widening only slightly before glaring back at Jane. She felt her teacher's hands wrap around her shoulder and shove her towards the exit. She could hear her voice but the thudding melody that pounded in her ears drowned out everything around her. She looked over and saw her moving lips and tried to tell what she was saying.
She got the over all meaning when she was thrown from the building and the building's door shut in her face. She was tossed out. Never to return again.
She stood there for a moment longer, gather her thoughts. Why... had she hit that girl? It... it was because she put Dmitri down but why had she? That boy meant nothing to her! And what did she do? She put all of herself into learning his language. Her fists tightened as tears gathered in her eyes. Jane was right, it was his fault. If she had never met him that day, never spoken to him, she would still be dancing. She would be ding those moves and doing what she loved.
But no. He had to come along and ruin it for her.
She turned, tears burning as they puddled and streamed down her face. She pushed forward, letting her head hang as she headed back from hence she came. Back towards her house. Away from her dreams.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:31 pm
Dmitri walked home from school that day. He didn't run, he walked. He stared at the ground, clearing his head with the cool air. He went over the scene in his mind...over and over again. He re-remembered everything.
Then he thought about himself. Why was he so shy? He really wasn't that shy. Not normally. When he first arrived in the state, yes, he had been rather shy. He was just learning the language and had no friends. But now he was adjusted. He had friends, he knew the language, for the most part, and he liked his home and his family. But ever since talking to Juliet, he had grown incredibly shy around her. Why was it so different?
He stopped in mid stride and stood there for a moment. "I vill stop eet. I am going to be more courageous. I am not a coward!" he practically shouted, holding his fist in the air. Apparently he had a flair for the dramatic.
He smiled to himself and continued walking. Yes, he made up his mind. He was going to start acting like himself around her again, or at least the best he could. He wouldn't let his awkward side come to the surface anymore. She liked him, or so he thought, he should show her who he really was.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:43 pm
She threw herself upon her soft comforters and curled herself into a ball. Why weren't they ever home, she asked herself. They never were anymore. She had to be here, crying like a child upon her blanket with no one to comfort her.
The worst part about being sad, she thought to herself, "Is being alone...."
The twittering of birds awoke her from her slumber as the morning's light streamed in through her window. She was supposed to be up ten minutes ago. She looked over at the clock. The bus would be here in fifteen minutes. She could easily make it. She lied there for a minute more before snuggling back into her blanket.
No, she thought, I'm not going. I'm don't want to see him... there isn't a reason to go.
The rumble of the bus came and stopped outside her home. She listened as it's brakes echoed through the air before releasing and letting the bus pull forward.
That's right, echoed the voice in her head, leave me here... everyone else does.
It was an hour before school ended when she pushed herself up from her bed and got dressed. She would be walking to school. Just because she wasn't going to attend school didn't mean that she had to let her grades slip. She eventually found herself with her work from earlier hours in her hand and the door to her last hour before her. She entered, a sigh escaping her lips, and wasted what few minutes remained in the school day.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:14 pm
Dmitri sat on the bus expectantly, smiling to himself. He waited, swinging his legs back and forth under his seat as he looked out the window. He had gotten to know which stop was hers. She had such a large house...
Finally, the bus pulled in front of her house. He smiled as he looked out the window, but it slowly faded. She wasn't out there. She didn't come down the steps. He scanned the area, hoping that she would come down the steps, come up to the bus and sit down in front of him like she normally did. But she didn't. The bus jerked forward and he found himself looking up at the driver. His mouth had opened, involuntarily, to protest. To tell her that they should have waited for her. But he caught himself and closed his mouth.
He pouted and spent the rest of the bus ride in silence.
The rest of the school day was much the same. He had a fit of depression fall upon him and he mainly just didn't feel like talking to anyone. It was odd that all this came from one girl's absence in school, though he really didn't think about it. He went to track after classes were over and ran as he usually did. Though, this time, they practiced on the track field. He was rather unenthusiastic about it, but he still ran.
"Bersha-whatever-ski!"
He glanced up. The coach had called him from the center of the field. He jogged over to him, panting slightly. "Yees, coach?"
"What's the matter with you today? You're slower than usual. The rest of the group has lapped you about five times." They had really lapped him about twice but the man liked to exaggerate.
"Aye, I'm sorry coach. I'm deestracted. I'll...try harder."
The man nodded, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. "Well...aye...you better. There'll be no more thinking while you're supposed to be practicing. Now get."
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:24 pm
Juliet sat upon the steps that led to the side of he school. The voices of the leaving students echoed in her ears but she didn't listen to any of them. She didn't know how long she sat there, just staring out at nothing.
She urged herself to stand and leave from that place. She looked at her phone. It had been almost an hour or so that she had sat there. She sighed as she pulled herself up and walked forwards to her home once more. This was all just so pointless.
She walked along, passing the tennis courts, the vollyball area, and the track field. She paused and looked over, almost stopping completely. He was in there, wasn't he?
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:56 pm
Dmitri ran and ran. This time, in stead of thinking about where on Earth Juliet was, he focused on running. He ran and passed everyone, once, twice, a third time. He was like a red blur.
By the time they were done, his forehead and hair were drenched with sweat. He went over to his bag and wiped down his face. He was panting and was even shaking a bit, but he didn't notice. He didn't bother changing or anything since he was just going home to shower anyway. He swung his bag over his shoulder and began walking towards home. Halfway up the steps, he stumbled and grabbed the railing. His vision went blurry for a minute and he felt incredibly light-headed. He realized that he hadn't really had anything to drink. He must have been dehydrated. He looked down at the steps and fell against the railing. He just stood there for a long moment, staring down at the cement steps. He was really out of it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:09 pm
The week had almost passed when Juliet finally felt like she could go to school. The sadness she had from losing her one joy had morphed itself into a grotesque hatred that was directed towards Dmitri and solely him.
When the bus rolled up to it's stop on that brisk Friday morning, Juliet was ready to throw a few blows. She stepped up the black steps and walked to the only empty spot she could find, right in front of Dmitri as usual.
She kept her eyes staring into the ground and offered no smile, no reassurance that all was well.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:21 pm
Dmitri smiled as he spotted Juliet. He had been so worried about her. He didn't know why she hadn't been in school the past few days and he had missed her. He watched as she got on and faltered when she wouldn't look at him. He was worried that something was wrong....
But he remembered what he had thought before. He wasn't going to be shy anymore.
He brightened up his smile and poked his head around next to her. "Good morning! Are you feeling better?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:25 pm
Juliet shot a glare at him before pulling her hat down further and cramming herself into the corner of her seat and the wall.
"Shut... up..." she growled, crossing her arms and letting her chin fall to her chest. Her strands of orange hair spilling over she shoulders in twirling spirals.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:31 pm
Dmitri's smile all but disappeared at her response. He quickly tried to salvage what was left of it as he stared at her, leaning against the back of her seat.
"V-vhat?" he asked, confused. "Vhat's vrong?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:35 pm
"Just leave me alone...."
She could feel the bus moving once more. It wouldn't be long before she could get rid of him and just get through the day like she always did. Eventually he would learn and wouldn't bother her anymore.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:38 pm
Dmitri stared at her, worried. He didn't bother to try and smile anymore. It was useless anyway.
"Vhat? Vhy? Vhat's vrong? Ees somesing zhe matter?"
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