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 Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:48 pm
You know me as Scar
But I go by Lukas adam Hart
"The Rebellious, Wild Child" With his cat nap disturbed by Tasha’s entrance into the car, he stared at her with a raised eyebrow as he took in her damp appearance. ‘I question how clumsy you really are,’ Grabbing her backpack, he nudged Maggie awake and she soon did the same. Leaving the car, he closed the door before starting his walk to class. Pulling out his phone, his eyes slightly widened at the time “Looks like we’re late, Mags,” She turned towards him and sighed, “I have literature,” A simple ‘oh’ escaped Luke’s lips. Mr. Simons was strict about people being to class on time and Maggie was the type of girl to be late. “I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep myself,” “Don’t beat yourself, it’s not your fault,” Turning to her as they walked, she seemed distant suddenly like she’d rather be somewhere else. “Well, I got to go, I’ll see you,” going to give her a hug good-bye, she just moved away and hurried off. Stopping, he walked as she left him standing there, rejected by only a friendly gesture. Shaking his head, he placed his hand in his jean pockets and continued the walk to Creative Writing.
Arriving later than he usually would, his teacher turned towards him and with the anger oozing off of his bald head. “Where have you been?” he questioned. “Sleeping, bad backs have proven to cause sleep problems,” Knowing the smart-a** comments never helped his situation with his teachers but they couldn’t hate him; he was passing. Since Mr. B had remained quiet, Luke walked to the open seat left in one of the front rows. It was his desk; his initials were carved into the wood. Sliding into the seat, he slid his bag onto the floor after grabbing his notebook and mechanical pencil. His eyes slowly fixed on Miss Remember. She was something, an athlete and a bookworm, with disgust for smokers. He often questioned his infatuation with someone that was his complete opposite but everyone knows what they say about that; opposites attract. And apparently the guy beside her seemed interested in the young girl, raising his brow, his light green-hazel eyes locked on to him with curiosity. The new kid, Carlos. He scowled with annoyance.
Looking around the room, his eyes slowly took in the many faces. He never realized how many people were actually in this class. Most he had a bit of history with, knowing some from parties, fights, and being paired up with them for school projects through out the year. He then found Camilla. She was something else, similar to him in ways and sometimes the opposite. Cam was one of those people who he could have a conversation with. Not knowing if she was too fond with him, he never really cared. She always would talk back to him. The good thing was, she was close by. He slowly leaned in his seat towards her direction, “Hey Cam, what did I miss?”Yes, my teeth and a m b i t i o n s are bared
Be prepared!
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 10:03 pm
 ↫ DelmuS aSLAIn PratT ↬Call me Delmus, and I'll rip your voicebox out and eat it.the C H E S I R E ↭ C A T Dell pulled a notebook from his bag, flipping through the seemingly endless pages filled with tic-tac-toe, random poetry, passed notes, games of hang man and mindless doodles of nothing until he reached an oddly blank page. He glanced up at the board for a moment, the words the teacher was saying going in one ear and out the other. Another day of absolutely nothing of worth. How expected. The only reason he had signed up for this class was because he had been hoping that perhaps a class titled 'Creative Writing' would have provided him with something to stimulate creativity. He liked writing, when there was something interesting to write about. When there wasn't, he was perfectly capable of bull shitting two to three pages of an opinion he didn't hold or a subject he had never found interesting.
He leaned his head to the side, as if viewing the front of the room at a different angle would make it any less boring. It didn't. So instead, he pulled his phone from his pocket and began scrolling through his contacts. Someone to talk to, someone to talk to. Someone who perhaps could use a reason to stay-awake, just like himself. His eyes lingered on Romona's name, deliberating on whether or not starting a conversation was worth it. He liked Mona, she was fun. But a part of him really did want to just lay his head down on his desk and sleep. He hadn't gotten much last night at all, so wouldn't now be an opportune time?
But, his yearning for mental stimulation won out. He quickly tapped out a message, staring blatantly down at the screen. Let the teacher say something to him. It might give him something to do.
Is your first period proving just as wondrous as mine, or have you managed to find something to do? -Dell With a click of a button the message went zooming off to Mona, and Dell let his stormy-gray eyes roam around the class room again. There was unspoken tension on both Nad and Camilla's faces, which for some reason piqued his interest. What were they so anxious about? And why were they so easy to read? Well, that was how most girls were anyways. All their emotions displayed on their faces. His undeniable curiosity wanted very badly to know what was going on, but he didn't react. Not just yet, anyways. No need to pry if the answer presented itself of its own accord, after all. He would give it a few more minutes.
But then, Luke walked in. Dell had almost been worried that he wouldn't show up. He watched as Luke sat down in the front row, giving him an excellent view of the back of his head. Fantastic. That wasn't the feature he liked the best. Dell's mouth curled downward slightly, but otherwise he did nothing to acknowledge the new arrival. After all, he wasn't even sure if Lucas was the kind of guy who would be interested in what he had to offer. He had just broken up recently with the Maggie girl, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Lukas was someone he would have to study more. Or get really really drunk. One of the two.
 "You k n o w ? We could make her really angry! Shall we try?.....Oh, but it's loads of fun!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 5:04 am
 ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅OOC: Kinda short, but I'm in a bit of a rush.
Surprise, surprise. So the sporty girl also had a strong intellectual side as well. The idea of her being an avid reader was not entirely out of the question. That even explained the french thing to a certain extent. Go figure. Well, as it was somewhat apparent that she was not too fond of having her books made fun of, he relented. No need to put her into a foul mood. He would much rather focus on something the both of them enjoyed, and literature was an unlikely topic. "Point taken mademoiselle." Carlos bowed his head sheepishly, honestly apologetic for angering her. It was rarely his intention to really insult anyone, although it was fun to tease some of the stuck-up characters that were crossed every now and again. However, the earnestness only lasted as short as it took before she spoke again, now interested in what she wanted to ask him. Let the french-hybrid continue onwards. It certainly was entertaining.
So she thought he may be trilingual? Okay then, but that was a tad confusing on his part. Carlos chuckled shaking his head at the former. "Non, je parle francais, and I speak english. I know bits and pieces of others, mais je suis seulement à l'aise dedans those two for the most part. No third unfortunately." Translating as he went was not too hard to do at all. He was never in a place long enough to pick up the language, but he was usually fine with either of the two languages he did know. However, the girl was not entirely incorrect. "I'm also taking French here too. Practice makes for better fluency after all." Well, it was not entirely his idea to take the class. If anything, he thought it would be a bit of a waste of time, save for a bit of a refresher on grammar and such. However, there were more benefits from going than not going. It made for a good way to fulfill the rest of his requirements at least.
Now that they were getting around to the card game, he became a bit more focused on the task at hand. He took his half of the deck in hand, index finger and thumb resting in a ready position to flip the card over. "A pleasure to meet you Remember." He asked her with a mischievous grin, clearly anticipating a good game. It was all about paying attention to the order of the cards, a quick reaction and dumb luck. It was by no means a slow game, especially when there was a good streak of face cards and aces. "Oui, I'm ready when you are. Think you can keep up?" Chances were that she probably could, making him mildly excited about the turnout already. ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 7:18 pm
   If I had a world of my own, everything will be иσиsєиsєxx《
Nothing will be what it is, because everything will be what it ιsи❜т xx《
I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as тιмєxx《
And every creature lens themselves to change your state of мιи∂xxxxx《
And the girl that chase the rabbit drank the wine and took the ωιиєxx《
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly ғєєℓs xxxxxxxxx《
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the ραιиxx《
And every ounce of innocence is left inside her вяαιи xxxxxxxxxxxx《
And through the looking glass we see she's painfully яєтυяиє∂ xx《
But now off with her head I fear is everyone's cσиcєяи xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx《
In contrary was what it is it wouldn't вєxx《
And what it wouldn't be it ωσυℓ∂... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx《 Wonderland's Dreaming Hero
[Her Name is Alice]  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Romona London
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❝I'm just a little girl.❞
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "If I take a bite of the glistening apple
in the forest I’m lost in
My heart will start to beat so fast I just can’t stop it
How wonderful, as you escort me
A heart-throbbing Secret Princess"  Romona yawned loudly, scribbling down the notes from the powerpoint ahead, occasionally doodling more on the side of the page to detail the jumbled lines that somewhat resembled flowers. Honestly, who in the right mind could focus on boring letters and complicated fractions, decimal and word problems so damned early!? Whimpering a slight groan, the blonde's forehead met the wooden desk, becoming well acquainted over the following minutes of the teacher answering the office calling. Mona didn't care for books, only the endings. Just as she could care less about complicated formulas that wouldn't ever help her later in life anyways.
The teacher was still on the line, about ready to turn around as seen in the glazed, crystalline eyes of the dreamer. Luck for once was on her side, as headphones were lying on her desk, hooked into a turned on I-pod that didn't have the back light on. Her cellphone, still on loud from earlier this morning, blared in her purse, making the blonde stiffen in terror. This. Couldn't. Be happening! Petrified, her gaze slowly drifted up her teacher's cross face, quickly diverting her gaze to her I-pod, imaginably turning down the volume with a soft chuckle as the ringing stopped. Whomever texted her was going to be in so much trouble later.
Letting out a sigh of relief as the man in charge turned back to his notes slightly more relaxed, Romona huffed, gripping her phone tightly. Note to self: always check that your phone is on silent lest you be caught by one of the biggest teacher's in the school's wrath. Turns out it was from Dell. Biting her lip in anticipation, Mona glanced up to see if anyone was looking, before crossing her leg over the other to hide the phone in order to reply. They were friends, much to the blonde's dismay. Mona liked him a tweak more, but could never let it show in fear of ruining what they had. That wasn't usually like her, but hey, friendship was more important than a silly little crush.
To: Dell
From: Mona
Message: Wondrous. Nearly caught by your text. No real creative writing?
Blondie grinned as she sent the text, taking another peek around her surroundings. No friends were in her class, which totally sucked, as everyone seemed to have creative writing first, whilst she had an English class later in the day. How lame! Switching the loud setting to silent, Romona went back to her notes, barely understanding what was going on. It didn't matter either way. Homework wasn't due for another week or so, and quizzes were easy to biff.   "I wonder if the glass slipper will fit me?
It’ll be fine, let’s dance!
Until the clock strikes midnight,
look at only me
With your tuxedo, a Secret Princess"
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 6:04 am
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ｍｉｓｓ ▪▫ ｂｏｏｋｗｏｒｍ
It surprised Sabrina how excited Chaz was when she said yes, knowing he would be happy about it before, but no by this much. She felt a little embarrassed, not entirely sure what it was about her going that had him beaming so brightly. When he teased about whether or not she trusted him, she put her hand on her chin and pondered as if giving the question some fort of deep insight. Her voice was already soft enough that she was unlikely to be caught by the teacher, especially with Remember and Carlos making so much noise playing cards. An enigmatic smile flickered past her lips. "You, I trust. You on a two-wheeled vehicle with me on the back, questionable." She giggled, getting a bit more excited for this party. It was hard not to when a certain someone was looking forward to it so much. His excitement and cheerfulness was fairly contagious, at least for her. Even a bit of a recluse like her could feel that effect, and she liked it.
Flipping to the page where she had left off, marked by a slip of paper she had found lying around at that time, she held the novel carefully in hand. It did not really make much of a difference if she started to read now or not. She was already ahead by several chapters. Well, that was a bit of a lie; the book was actually finished a fair while back. Books were never left unfinished for extended periods of time in her household especially. However, for the sake of killing time and searching for smaller details that were probably missed the first time around, she went ahead and read it again. It was a fascinating read, and she was quite content for taking the first period to read it over again out of leisure more than necessity. Checking where she had last left off, she kept her attention on Chaz, waiting to hear him speak up about what she had asked earlier.
Chaz was a bit more silent when she asked for the time, pondering over it. The teen raised an eyebrow curiously. What exactly was he up to? It seemed even more peculiar when he asked for the time that Newspaper ended. Whatever it was that he wanted to do, he wanted to take up as much time as possible to do it before the party. Now this was interesting. Thinking over it, she figured that it would take about an hour to finish club activities, probably a little less than that actually. "Three at the latest. That gives us two hours. That should be enough time to see everything." She figured it would take a while for whatever it was that Chaz had planned. Even if she was looking forward to it, there was still a bit of a tentative thought towards it. That probably came from a lack of experience with motorcycles in general really. Sabrina had absolutely no idea what it would be like to ride one, aside from the kind of experiences that were talked about in books. If all went well, then that hesitation would disappear by the end of the day.
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once I thought my innocence was [ xg o n ex]
now I know that h a p p i n e s s . g o e s . o n
that's where you found me
w h e n xxx y o u xxx p u t xxx y o u r xxx a r m s xxx a r o u n d xxx m e
I xh a v e n ' t x b e e n xthere
for t h e longest time
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 9:58 am
『 I shall || give you || a kiss 』 ✩✩✩Ʀ ∪ ʈ ɧ ı є✩✩✩  Ruthie rolled the cord around her iPod and slipped it into an inside pocket of her messenger bag and looked up at Blake to see a genuine smile on his lips. "Oh, that's right! I forgot Kevin already left," she said. The commotion of Tasha's rescue made her momentarily forget that Kevin had left already and was probably seated in AP English by now, making almost any excuse they could come up with sound made up... especially since the AP English teacher was so strict. She never abides with lateness and detention was pretty much a given. Ruthie was never in trouble and her father would be very upset with her if she weren't home on time to help with her two little brothers, but what the hell. She was facing her fear of social interaction, she could face her father as well!
Ruthie smiled up at Blake as she took his hand to help pull her to her feet. The second her fingertips touched his palm, she felt what was almost a shock wave spread from her fingers up her arm and to the back of her neck, making the tiny hairs stand up in a nervous, excited way. She chuckled with pleasant surprise as she said, "You should know by now I don't mind getting wet anyways. I'm practically a fish now." She groaned inwardly, hating how nervous she always felt, and willing her heart to reduce its speed so she wouldn't pass out before she stood up. She rose to her feet with minor wobbling and immediately released Blake's hand, thinking the racing of her pulse would abate with the release of direct contact. She felt a definite decrease in her heart rate, but the small heat lighting her cheeks was always a tell-tale sign of her pounding pulse.
She opened her mouth to say something, but her words were drowned out by the bell ringing out in the hallway. She chuckled and bent to grab the strap of her bag, and looped it around her shoulder. "Shall we?" she asked, gesturing to the door with her hand. She smiled softly at him as she turned toward the door leading t the English building. It would be a good walk across the campus, and they would definitely be late. Ruthie just prayed she wouldn't clam up and be so nervous that she wouldn't be able think of something to say.
She inhaled as deeply as she dared without Blake noticing, and said, "So, what you think? Will Ms. Morris assign us detention? A morning appointment at the gallows? Buried alive? Or maybe she has been teaching so long those are all passe, and she'll move on to "Saw" like torture tests?" She laughed at her own joke and hiked her bag higher on her shoulder as they pushed through the door to the hallway.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 11:07 am
»»【 E ● Ƭ ● н ● ∀ ● Ɲ 】««... to look Ɓ ɛ ч ο Ƞ ∂ the g ℓ σ г ч is the hardest part For a н ɛ г Ɵ Ƨ strength is measured by his ɧ є ą Ʀ ʈ...  Ethan sat back in his chair with his eyes down and his hands in his lap where his phone was gripping in his palm, his thumbs moving furiously over the keys. Last night he had taken Lane to the movies, and she hadn't stopped texting him for a moment since he dropped her off. Too clingy! Why do girls do this all the time? He asked them out, they agreed that they were just going for some fun, but they always expected more after the date! He just needed some fun, some healing time, someone to pass the time with and not have the distractions of being tied to them. He sighed as a thought struck him. His party was tonight, and everyone was invited. Everyone at the school was given an open invitation, and that meant that someone significant was also given that invitation. The question was not is she received the notice, but would she actually be there?
She hadn't come to any of his parties since the break up, and the thought of seeing her tonight made him feel something unexpected and unusual. He hesitated about five more seconds before he selected the contacts on his phone and scrolled down to her name. The name read "Milla-Vanilla", the nickname he gave her on their third date, and he still hadn't changed it on his phone. That should probably say something about him, but he pushed the thought away every time it surfaced. He selected Cami's name and began a text message to her before he could second guess himself. To: MillaVanilla
From: Ethan
Hey, Cami. Sorry if your busy, I was just wondering if you got the word about tonight. Gonna be a thing at my place, if you're interested. A sudden silence over the room made Ethan's eyes pop up to find the teacher's gazed fixed directly on him. "Mr. Timber, so sorry if we are disturbing you. Will you please translate for us the phrase on the board since this class is apparently so mundane, you don't feel the need to pay attention." Ethan sighed as his hazel eyes focused on the french phase scribbled on the board, and his mind's cogs began to turn, working out the translation. " 'How do I get to the American Embassy?', sir," he said, his attention switching back to the screen, waiting for Cam's reply. This class was a joke for him anyways. His old school taught him French and Spanish in secondary school, but his new high school still required it of him nonetheless.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 11:13 am
 x x★ x x x┊ Ӄ ε ʋ ɩ ɳx✸xȽ ɩ
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☽☾xxxThe class was still filled with chatter as the other classmates talked about meaningless matters. Instead of doing the same, Kevin stood in AP English, coming up with some ridiculous excuse as to why Blake and Ruthie were still at practice. He had gotten there a while ago, waiting for his two teammates to get there too. However, they still had yet to come into class, and the teacher was in a bad mood. If they walked in now without some legitimate excuse, they were going to have their heads on a platter when they got there. If it was just one or the other, he would probably pass it off as just slacking off, something he rather detested greatly. Yet they were both missing even with the full knowledge that their teacher was a demon to tardy students. Lying for their sakes felt morally wrong, but he could not just let the two take the heat if there was really some sort of problem at the pool. They still owed him an explanation later, and possibly a favour if he managed to convince the strict woman to let them go in one piece. As unlikely as that was to occur, there was still a good chance he could lessen the blow a bit.
☽☾xxx"...So you see, to get ready for the upcoming competition, they were given an extended practice session to make up for the time they already lost earlier." The teen sighed; even he was a bit unnerved when speaking to the hawkish teacher. How could one person be so uptight? Sure, even he was stern at times, but this lady was something different altogether. Whatever the reason was, it appeared as though he managed to help the two avoid a death sentence. The brief nod was a positive sign of lenience after all. Kevin continued a bit longer, glancing at the clock every now and again. What was taking them so long? "They won't be too much longer, but I can't give an exact time. Their races are fairly important to the team." The teacher nodded somewhat and he went back to his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Well, there was nothing else that he could do for them anymore. He just hoped that the two of them would just go along with it when they got there. It would save a lot of pain and suffering for them.
☽☾xxxWith that said and done with, the teacher barked at them to get to work. Kevin got out his notebook and started to write out the carefully written note on the board in the front. In the meanwhile, the teacher started her usual lectures about English. Grammar, terminology, and certain language devices was the favoured topic, and unfortunately the most boring. It was difficult to stay motivated with this sort of droning tone so early in the morning. Yet getting strong marks was worth the effort of it anyways. His disciplined parents would not let him hear the end of it if he slipped in his current standings. Sometimes it was hard to live up to their standards.
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Ileol geomyeon neoleul jab-a**-eul tende
x x x x x x x x If I knew it would be like this, I would have held you back
Jug-eulmankeum himdeulji anh-eul tende
x x x x x x x x Then it wouldn't have been so hard
Oh dasi neoleul jab-a bolyeohaedo
x x x x x x x x Oh, even if I try to embrace you once more
Sonkkeut hana umjig-il su eobsneunde
x x x x x x x x I can’t, 'cause I can't even move a single finger
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 1:56 pm
   Dri had quickly grown bored with her surroundings. She had already translated the work in the book they were supposed to be doing today, she had her homework done, and everything the teacher was putting up on the board was amateur. The brunette yawned openly and placed her hands on the desk, resting her cheek on them so she was facing Ethan. He was an interesting character, in her eyes. He was quite popular, no surprise there. Sports star, attractive, had money, threw parties, it only followed that he would be the center of the high school universe. Of course, she herself wasn't exactly lacking, but her bad temper had put a few people on her bad side. What could she say? When she got mad, she got mad damn it. She didn't get mad like some p***y.
Her scrutinizing gaze was drawn to his hands as he pulled out his phone, and she couldn't help but smirk at the name that popped up on the last message he had received. Must've been his last date. However, the next message he sent intrigued her. Milla. That must have meant Camilla. Dri knew the two had dated for quite some time a while ago, but it was over now. Did he really still have feelings for her? She opened her mouth to ask about it, but was rudely interrupted by the teacher. She pursed her lips and waited, already knowing the answer. How do I get to the American Embassy, sir? scrolled through her head, her thoughts perfectly matching Ethan's reply. She heard the guy at the front huff with indignation, but he was still shut up by the correct answer. How frustrating must his job be? All the kids who hadn't the slightest urge to pay attention were the ones who were actually good at French. Well. His problems. His life. How sad.
"Having trouble moving on, monsieur?" she asked Ethan pointedly, gesturing to the phone with her eyes before returning her gaze to his face. One of her dark eyebrows was raised, and her smirk was back in place. Dri had never really liked Camilla. She thought the girl was drab, too sarcastic to really be much fun. The appeal that held for Ethan was beyond her, but what had happened had happened. The most interesting thing about it was the aftermath.
♥♥Adrienne Dixie Abrishi
the Q U E E N of HEARTS
"Speak in French when you can’t think of the English for a thing--
turn your toes out when you walk---
And remember who you are!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 4:18 pm
ⓟrince ⓟhillip
I know you
I walked with you
once upon a ∂яεαм.
I know you,
the gleam in your eyes
is so familiar a-gleam.
♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫ ♪ ♫♪♫  The bell chimed for the start of first period, and Connor glanced at the door from his chair on the risers. Heather was late, which was not usually like her. She was so responsible and punctual, but he knew there would be a reason for her tardiness. He yanked at the zipper on his backpack, and rummaged around inside of it until he found his black choir folder with the name of the high school, his full name, and the word "baritone" underneath it, printed in gold block letters. He opened it and a small shower of paper spilled from the pockets.
The Spring concert was not too far away, and he had the perfect song for this year. He was in one of the singers that Director Crawley always counted on to perform between the choir's songs for time fillers. This year was no different, but he had found a song that would be perfect for two voice, and he had just the other voice to pair is in mind. The music was romantic and sweet, perfect for a spring concert, and written for a male/female duet. The practice would put them together a lot after school for practicing, and maybe, just maybe, during the rehearsals he could figure out away to let her know how he felt... how he had felt for a while now.
Director Crawley took her spot at the piano and played a rolling A chord as she did at the beginning of every day to signal the start of class and of warm up. She hit a chord on the piano expectantly and the class responded with the appropriate warm up she taught them. "Aluminum, Linoleum, Aluminum, Linoleum, Aluminum, Linoleum, Aluminum!" Connor sang along with the rest of the Concert Choir. The school had a total of six choirs, and Connor proudly participated in three of them. The novice singers who have no knowledge of music are placed in Choir I. The step above that was Choir II, which housed the intermediate singers who could read music fairly well. The Women's Choir was for all the female singers that couldn't fit into Concert Choir. Concert Choir consisted of a full choir (alto I and II, soprano I and II, baritone, tenor I and II, and bass I and II) singing a variation of musical styles. The top choirs, Chamber and Jazz Choir are by audition only. Jazz Choir was by far his favorite, with the more upbeat and swinging music. Chamber Choir was very formal, singing quartet arrangements.
While the warm up's continued, Connor over-viewed the music he had chosen to perform with Heather, if she chose to accept. The theme of this year's Spring concert was Rodgers and Hammerstien, which made Connor more than pleased. He grew up watching Sound of Music, South Pacific, and State Fair. The music he chose was from "Oklahoma!" and it was called "Let People Say We're in Love". It was perfect for his baritone, and Heather's voice would compliment his just right, he thought. The only question was when Heather would actually be here for him to talk to her about it. 
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 4:28 pm
 
To: Cam
From: Nad
"He was staring at me? :S Don't worry, not keen on going with him. Are you going to Ethan's party?"
After she was done typing, she sent the text and slid the phone close before putting it back into her pocket. The girl was beginning to get restless on when the class will be over. If they were assigned something, perhaps that would have been nice. However, the teacher was just going over the basic introduction material that didn't mean a thing to Nadine. This girl did have a fondness for writing, especially scripts or scenes. She was after all in Drama Club. That reminded her that she needed to prepare a little skit for today. It was supposed to be impromptu but it didn't hurt to brainstorm ideas in case any of them were applicable. So she did exactly that, starting to write out ideas for her drama skit.
   Here is the place where
My head is spinning
Time is beginning
To race away
You come to throw me
Knock me off my feet
You give me wings to fly
The world goes crashing by again
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 6:13 pm
charles.adam.terran
❦T A R Z A N❦
"I wish I could see the w o r l d in black and white the way you do." "If I have anything to say about it, you'll trust motorcycles in no time." Chaz teased back, nudging Sabrina with his elbow. But, her saying that she trusted him made his chest feel all warm. Like it was glowing or something. She could probably see it, knowing his inability to be subtle about anything. But she would come with him. She would ride his bike. He could introduce her to his parents, finally. He could show her his favorite place, and then they would go to the party together, and he could ask her to go to the Valentine's day dance with him. Tonight would be the night. He just wanted everything to go perfectly. No, everything WOULD go perfectly.
Newspaper ended at three. That meant they had two hours before the party started. Well, he didn't want to keep her out in the cold that long. He didn't really like cold that much himself, and two hours was a lot of time. And if he had a bit of time after Latin club, he would love to go and clean himself up. Really shower, put on some nicer clothes, get Bri some flowers. After all, his mom had always taught him proper manners. And flowers seemed like the right thing to do. They might even put her in an even better mood. Maybe he'd get her a book too. But how would he know that she didn't already have it? She'd read, like, every book in the universe. Well, he'd think more on that later. He could bring her a book if she went to the dance with him. Oh please please please, dear God. Please let her say yes to that question.
"Alright, well how about I come and pick you up at four? I kinda need to shower after Latin." he said, realizing at the last moment that he should not have mentioned his need to shower. Ah man, that would come off so badly! Ugh, now she would think he was gross and smelly. Fantastic. He so didn't need that.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 7:54 pm
B L A K E ciero M A R Y N
Otherwise known as a one "Captain Hook."
The K I N G of the DARKSEAS.  Blake loved the feel of Ruthie's hand in his. Even though her skin was kind of pruny from the practice, it was still soft to even the slightest touch. He made to close his fingers around hers as he helped her up, but she withdrew too quickly, and his hand closed on nothing. His smile faltered for a moment, and he acknowledged defeat as he lowered his closed fist down to his side. Of course not. No day would ever go that well for him. That would be cheating fate. He laughed somewhat half-heartedly at her comment, shoving his hands into his pockets. "More like a butterfly. Your stroke's coming along really well." He responded, looking down at his feet. What a stupid comment. So cheesy. He might as well have slung his arm around her shoulder and asked her how she was doin'. Stupid. He was interrupted from his own little moment of melancholy by the sound of the bell, and his gaze rose just in time to catch Ruthie bending down to get her bag. Sure, he had some basic manners and everything, but he was also a guy. And he couldn't help checking out the view just a little bit. His black eyes snapped back to a respectable point of interest, her face, as she turned to look at him, and he managed a small nod.
Blake followed her out of the building and onto campus, looking out towards the English building. It was a fair walk there. Prime conversation time. Wait a sec, he had thought about this, dammit! He had forgotten to offer to carry her stuff! Damn it all, he would forget that crucial part of the plan. He was such a doofus. Presented with such opportunity and not even doing all he could with it! He was ******** this up royally. Her words drew him out of his mental personal punishment, and he chuckled a bit. "Knowing the old barnacle, she'll have us walk the plank. But Kevin might have pulled us a solid. The woman loves him." he replied, looking down the hallway. They would be getting close to the classroom now. He'd wasted so much time with her, just beating himself up. He'd never been very good with pulling a plan all the way through or managing his time wisely, but he had been hoping beyond hope that those faults might leave him be during an opportunity to talk to Ruthie. Of course not. That wouldn't happen for him. He was cursed in this area. It felt like none of the girls he'd ever had any kind of interest in had reciprocated at all. The farthest he'd gotten was with Tasha, who was now a friend. A good one, too. But Ruthie was a whole different ball game. He didn't feel comfortable in his own skin around her. It had been so easy to just kind of buddy up to Tasha. She'd appreciated his sarcastic nature and snide comments, and fired them right back at him.
It didn't feel right being that way with Ruthie though. She made him want to be someone else, someone better. The best he could be. She made him want to be a gentleman."Mr. Smee, we must save the lad from himself."
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 9:03 pm
[[ooc: edited]]『 I shall || give you || a kiss 』 ✩✩✩Ʀ ∪ ʈ ɧ ı є✩✩✩ Ruthie smiled at Blake's compliment, and realized that her heart would most likely continue its race until they were seated back in the classroom. She twisted the chain of her red pendant over and over around her pinkie finger as they stepped onto the campus. She blinked a couple times to adjust her eyes to the sunlight streaming through the sparse clouds in the sky, and chuckled at Blake's response about the punishment that awaited them. "I wouldn't put it past her, she looks villainous enough to be a pirate," she said as the began to close the distance to the English building. Why am I so nervous?!? He's not like the rest of the guys here. Even Terr... Blake is witty, and he is so... different. Why am I so nervous around him? She willed her mind to halt. Thinking about her nerves wouldn't help her to overcome them, and she now knew, without a doubt, she wanted to know more about this person walking beside her. But to do that she would have to calm down and actually speak to him. She took a mental breather and said, "I just hope we're not assigned detention today. I mean, Kevin will probably smooth things over for us, but Ms. Morris is pretty strict about tardiness. Plus, did you here about the party tonight? One of my old friends, Ethan, is having a huge party at his place tonight, and it is kind of my job to get some stuff for it. You know, cups, ice, some liquor if I can get it. Detention would make that job a hell of a lot harder."She felt her cheeks flame up again. She hated her blush... it always came at the most awful times and it always gave her away. Anytime she was self conscious, guilty, embarrassed, or nervous, her cheeks were on fire. "Sorry if I'm talking too much," she said, smiling at him crookedly. "I guess I'm a little nervous. I mean I have no reason to be, but we've just never really talked outside of class or practice" She felt like she could slam her head against a wall. She felt so stupid! They were already about halfway there and she had babbled like an idiot and then told him how nervous she was! What kind of dummy did that? Me, apparently, she thought as they continued toward the English building.[[ooc: edited]]Suddenly she had a devious idea. An idea that was so unlike her she knew it must be her adrenaline firing, but it seemed just crazy enough. "I know this is going to sound insane... especially coming from me... but I have an idea. Look around, there is no one out here. And my car is just in that parking lot right there," she said pointing to her classic mustang that her daddy bought her a few years ago. She stopped walking and turned to face Blake, excitement making her eyes seem to dance. "What if we both just leave? I'm a senior this year, and I've never done anything like that, and doing it alone just seems kind of boring. What do you say? You wanna help me with the stuff for the party and then just go do whatever?" She bit her lip in anticipation of his answer. This felt right, and at that moment she didn't care about the consequences. She wanted to live for once! She wrote stories about people taking chances, but she never took them herself. That was going to change. Now
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 10:22 pm
  Camilla heard another person walk into the classroom but she didn't really pay mind until the person started talking to her while also leaning towards her direction. She looked up and it was Lukas. She had recently started to have her eye on him. There was something about him as well. Of course, Camilla wasn't sure her fascination with a few guys was normal or was just her way of taking her away from the real truth. As she looked away from his eyes before he could tell she was staring right into them, she cleared her throat softly with a brow raised before she replied with a smile. "I'm not exactly sure myself. I've been distracted quite a bit this morning for some reason. Just copying whatever is on the board and just do the assignment and you'll be fine Lukas." She gave him another sweet smile before she got a buzz on her phone.
Holding her finger up, and raising her eye brows she flipped her phone open. It was Ethan. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she sighed deeply. She read the text and he was asking if she heard about his party and if she was even interested. She didn't even know. Camilla recently has been avoiding going to events anywhere Ethan would be, and well, anyone's party that involved a lot of people in general. It was pathetic, and she knew but she didn't want to hear anything about Ethan or her , and questions about why they weren't together anymore. Even comments like, they didn't seem like a good couple anyways. It wasn't anyone's business. Only theirs but recently, she didn't know why he wanted to hang with her, or wanted her at his parties.
She doubted he had any real feelings for her , even to begin with. It was only her, who had the feelings. Ones that she couldn't even explain.
She realized she had put Lukas on to long of a hold. Closing her eyes for a second and opening them as she looked back at him.
"I'm sorry, I just got a text from someone I didn't expect. Anyways, how are you?" She shut the phone closed for the moment, trying to give most of her attention to Lukas. Another buzz sounded and she assumed it was Nadine. Hopefully it was.
As she waited for Lukas to reply to her question or reply at all, she heard a clearly of throat that was made by someone. Looking up towards the teacher, she saw he was looking right at her. For a moment, he said nothing but then a chalk stick was thrown at her. Their teacher was a bit short tempered but not to much for violence to be detected. The chalk hit her collar bone and landed on her lap. Camilla winced slightly and her finger tips placed themselves over the spot where the chalk had it. Her eyes trying to figure this teacher out.
"Camilla, I'm sure whatever is happening with you, isn't has important than class, so I'm only going to ask this once. Pay attention or there will be a consequence." The teacher turned around to continue writing on the board. For Camilla, it was the cherry on top so far that day and she wouldn't let be the last. She picked up the chalk and threw it straight at the board. When it made contact with board, it shattered into some pieces, even leaving a small chalk explosion imprint.
"Here's your chalk back sir." She said before leaning back in her seat. It was wrong of her and the teacher probably would give her a detention for her action but she didn't care.
Camilla wanted to reply to her texts but then the teacher turned around slowly , staring right into her eyes. Camilla, detention." Camilla couldn't believe it , and even though she thought she wouldn't care, she did slightly because her action wasn't that wrong to be kept after school for.
Sitting up straight, almost standing, she protested, "Sir, there is no reason I should be put in detention for that. I was simply returning your chalk the same way you gave it to me." Her tone sounded a bit demanding. When she didn't understand something, she had to make sure she did no matter what. This was one of those moments.
Her fingers started to clench the bottom on her shirt. She looked at her teacher, eager for his reply.
The teacher was about to bark back but the bell rung just in time. He sighed and wiped his forehead which had a bead of sweat on it. " Fine. Camilla, you were saved by the bell but next time you better not...nevermind." He waved his hand for everyone to be dismissed, turning back towards the board.
Camilla sighed and let go of her shirt. She let herself calm down and leaned back in her seat once again. She was afraid to look at anyone after that. She felt bad for acting that way towards the teacher but if he didn't respect her, she wouldn't respect him. Flipping her phone open, she started to text back Ethan.
To: Wonder boy...
From: Camilla
"I heard and.. I'm still thinking about it." She pushed sent before she couldn't erase.
She then opened Nadine's text and read. She was asking about the same thing though considering she was in the same class , she would see if the girl confront her after her battle with the teacher. Camilla hadn't made that sort of reaction to anything for awhile, but for some reason, today was one of those days.
She started to put her things together , so she could get out of the class. Camilla couldn't help wondering if everyone now thought she was completely bonkers which wasn't the best thing to be thought about and to add to that, she was getting a headache.  
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