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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:53 pm
"I think it's English. I don't remember my teacher's name though." She said smiling while putting all her papers etc in her book bag except for the black book she was reading. "What about you?" At the same time, she was wondering which class her sister had. She knew that some of their classes were the same... Or maybe that was last year...
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 8:04 pm
"Sadly I don't have english next. I have by far my least favorite class, Physical Education." He said with a sigh. It's not that he wasn't fit or anything, he just wasn't the sporty type and didn't like going outside much at all. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then. I don't know if we have any of the same classes in earlier periods, but we will find out soon enough." He said to his new friend and went off to the lockers where his mood changed back to his quiet self, getting on his uniform. He did hear that the band was annoying some people with the noise, but he'd rather like to think that it was a good thing, meaning that the students in band were used to being in a marching band and weren't playing timidly in their instruments.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 8:09 pm
Camilla smiled her "^u^" smile and waved happily after Nicholas as he said his goodbyes and turned to her book once more and fell into the dark and twisted world Anne Rice had created to romanticize vampires... The car that her parents were buying her for her birthday? Lestat.
She somehow managed to avoid all people and lockers this time -much to the amazement of those around her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 5:49 pm
(so... yea...)
Everyone was changed and outside on the baseball field now. Nicholas actually pretty hansom with his white t-shirt and sweat pants. If you couldn't tell, today they were gonna play baseball. The students were split into two teams and wouldn't you know it that Nicholas and Jamila were in the same team?
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 4:10 pm
Jamila had dressed quickly and was one of the first ones out of the girl's locker room, eager to have a little fresh air and get the scent of too-fragrant perfumes out of her nose. Lotion is fine, but why bring fifty-dollar perfume into the locker room?
Oh well, those were all just trivial thoughts. Jamila was ready to get her blood pumping!
Her class stretched, ran a short warm up lap and then joined the others to be split up into teams for a game of baseball. Jamila wasn't entirely sure how she felt about baseball just because she wasn't too experienced, but what was there to lose (besides maybe a few teeth?)
Her class was a little late because the teacher always arrived pretty late, and Jamila was infront of her middle-aged teacher jogging towards the pitching area. It was right about then that she noticed she and that boy she had met were on the same team. She had never learned his name, maybe now might be a good time? She definitely felt more confident now in her area of strength, clad in dark gray gym shoes and a uniform that consisted of a loose-fitting tee-shirt and shorts that showed off her toned legs (hey, she worked hard!)
Adjusting the high bun she had tied her hair into, Jamila smiled at Nicholas as the game started and a girl from another class was struggling to hit the ball with the bat. She hoped she didn't look as akward as she did back in the music room.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 7:32 am
Camilla was sitting in her English class, possibly her least favorite class of the day. She put her book away as the bell rang and took out a paper that was due today or tomorrow -she never remembered- and watched the clock, waiting for the hour to be over.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 6:47 pm
(Bumper lumper derp herp.)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:59 pm
(Sorry I haven't been posting!)
Nicholas didn't really notice Jamila at first, but when he went up to bat, he saw her. He really didn't think much of it besides that she was the one in the music room with him. He took a swing and hit it pretty far, gaining him a double as he went to second base.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 6:48 pm
(Its all good, things happen. We still wuv you.)
Jamila watched as one by one, her classmates hit (or struggled to hit) the ball far enough to score. Shouts of both encouragment and disdain echoed from some of the others watching before it was their turn, either cheering on or booing whoever was up. A little self-conscious suddenly (but she wouldn't admit it), Jamila hoped she wouldn't receive any booing. Booing was only okay on Halloween. She told that to a girl next to her, who looked perturbed but didn't do anything else. She wasn't really herself today, was she?
And then Nicholas was up. She couldn't deny that he looked handsome in the uniform, but she was trying as hard as she could to not let that on. But then he hit the ball like he had been practicing since he was little for this very day, and she jumped up and cheered with a handful of others. Wow, is there anything this guy can't do?
There were three other students ahead of Jamila after Nicholas, and she waited as one whined relentlessly and one seemed afraid of the ball. (The third was mercifully quick.) Then it was her turn. She stepped up, flashing her most confident smile at the person a few yards infront of her, the ball in his hand, ready to throw it at her. She heard him ask if she was ready, and she raised her voice just enough to say that she was. She had positioned herself, all she could do now was hope ... ?
The ball flung towards her the first time, a low throw that landed close to her feet. Jamila heard distant booing, but pretended to tune it out and tossed the ball back to the embarrassed looking boy. She saw him glare at the ball for a moment, like it had been responsible for his bad pitch. Now what good would that do?
He threw the ball again. It flung towards her like a spinning rocket, headed right towards her. But it didn't hit the bat like she had been planning for it to do.
It hit her right in her right eye.
The girl fell on her knees onto the ground, not sure if the piercing shriek was coming from her or someone else.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:21 pm
Nicholas was saw that she had been hit, some his classmates either gasping or some even laughing! Even though he didn't know her well, he cared that she was injured and ran up to help. "Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help you." He asked gently, trying to help her relax from the pain.
The coach ran up and stopped the game. He said that it was an accident and no one was in trouble. He then looked over at Nick and Jamila and asked if he could take her to the nurse, Nicholas nodding. "Do you need help getting up?" He asked Jamila. "It'll be alright soon, the nurse will help you out."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:26 pm
(I'll post tommorow, I need to take a shower and go the heck to bed. xD I has a class on Tues, Thurs and Fri that starts at 6:25 am. eekers squeakers.
... -poofs away-)
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:22 pm
Jamila stood slowly, one hand over her eye. If she couldn't look at it and examine the extent of the damage she didn't really want anyone else to, not yet.
She heard laughter when her embarassment and humiliation quieted enough to let her form coherent thoughts, a little distant but still definitely there. Well, not really coherent [thoughts]- she was cursing herself silently both for being weak and letting such a thing get to her at all.
The next thing she heard was the coach asking Nicholas to escort her to the nurse, just after said coach hushed the faint laughter and snickering. She had been injured in sports before, she had sprained her ankle in soccer and tore some muscles in water polo. But to be hit in the eye with a baseball seemed an entirely different matter to her. Momentarily, she wondered if this most recent injury would give her a black eye - she hoped not, but she couldn't be sure.
But maybe, just maybe going to the nurse would help. She would probably be given ice and told to lie down for a little while, at least until the bell rang and she met Camilla to go back home. Maybe her humilation would go away soon. Maybe, just maybe.
But what would Camilla say?
Still covering her right eye with one hand, Jamila began walking with Nicholas towards the nurse. She realized that although she knew where the office was located, Nicholas might have just arrived today and couldn't have known. So why had the coach, knowing Nicholas was a new student, sent them off together?
The chilling akwardness she had felt in the music room during lunch hour came flittering back, cohabitating with the humilation and embarrassment that she was already feeling from her injury. It was certainly a strange feeling.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 8:23 pm
Sitting in English, Camilla was barely paying attention. They were writing a paper... still. She wasn't very worried about it.
Then her head started aching. It was surrounding her eye, but it was kind of just a dull throbbing. It was fairly obvious what was going on. Either she was getting a migraine or Jamila hurt herself... Again.
Cami set her elbow on her desk and leaned her face against her hand and attempted to keep her eyes open.
"Camilla?" The English teacher called.
"Mmm?" The noise came from somewhere in her voice, though it was obvious she was barely paying attention.
"Are you alright?"
"Mm-mm" She said, making the general "no" noise.
"Do you need to go to the nurse?"
"Mm-mm"
The teacher shook her head and continued teaching. If it got worse than she would, if not than she would read her book again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:09 pm
Nicholas could feel the awkwardness rising between them, not only because of the music room, but because of how she was feeling. He decided after a good thought that he should start to open up and make her feel more comfortable. "Hey, you shouldn't feel embarrassed. Accidents happen and it's not like you were expecting it." He said to her, trying to make her feel better.
Then there was that sudden thought. 'Crap! Where's the nurses office!' He had never been in there, still needing to find out where it is. "Why did the coach ask me to go? I don't know where the nurses office even is." He said with a light laugh. "I guess it's to figure out where it is." He then said, trying to lighten the mood.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:57 pm
Jamila smiled a little. It's okay ... oh, um, the nurse's office is just up ahead. She slowly released her hand from her eye as they did in fact approach the nurse's office, which sat nestled inbetween the principal's office and the attendance office. It was a fairly small room, with only three beds - quite possibly to discourage students who visited the nurse's office to ... visit. The nurse was a kind woman, but when the small office got crowded with chatty friends she had no choice but to shoo them away.
The first thing Jamila did upon entering the office was sign in, uttering a quiet 'hello' to the nurse who appeared to be giving the only other student a shot of some sort - so Jamila kept her eyes on the sign in sheet until she felt like she could look back up without seeing anything she didn't want to.
Then she looked at the clock, a sort of unconscious thing - there were twenty minutes left before it was all over. Before class was over. Maybe twenty minutes would be enough to rest a little, right?
She wondered for a moment how Camilla was doing in her class. Right now in all the akwardness and growing tension she felt, she couldn't remember just how much they shared as twin sisters physically and emotionally; maybe if she had she would try to be more careful. She didn't want to hurt her sister.
Well hello you two, the nurse had finished tending to the freshman boy and walked over to them in greeting. Looks like you're gonna get yourself a shiner. I'll get you some ice ... hey, as the nurse retrieved some ice, gave it to Jamila and gestured for her to sit down, she gave Nicholas a friendly smile. I don't think I've ever seen you around before. I see this one plenty, in referring to Jamila's constant accidents she chuckled lightly, Whats your name?
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