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 Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 9:15 pm
[color=postingcolor1][size=14][ y o u k n o w w h o i t i s ][/size][/color]
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 9:13 pm
You know me as Scar
But I go by Lukas adam Hart
"The Rebellious, Wild Child" After Cam had confessed she wasn’t even paying attention, he couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Turning his head back to the board, Luke took in all the useful information and wrote them down across the lined notebook on his desk. They were working on poetry. Mr. B decided to write down what makes a poem a poem, the criteria, and guidelines. He seemed to emphasis that he loved poems that rhymed. Not because that all the poems that he mentioned always rhymed, but because everything that Lukas submitted to him always seemed to have the comment, ‘would sound better if it rhymed.’
Turning back to Cam, she was staring at her phone. Judging by her body language, he saw distress and emotional compromise. Curiosity spread through him as he continued to watch her. Finally Cam had turned to him and said she was just distracted by a text. He nodded slightly at this, “I’m doing alright, how about you?”
The conversation was then compromised when a chalk stick was thrown at Camilla from across the room. Lukas’s eyes moved to the person it had been thrown from. Mr. B. His eyes narrowed slightly at this. Yes, the man had a temper but it was not has bad as this boy’s could be. But then Cam threw it back at him, Luke raised an eyebrow at this. He’d never really seen Cam do something like that but then again, he never was paying attention in class. Mostly not to what people would do, just how they were feeling by what their body language said. Glancing at the tension between them, Lukas watched with interested eyes.
Soon, the bell had rung. Cam was in the clear. Waiting for Mr. B to say something to him, nothing came of his possibilities of detention. He was same. Rising from his desk, he grabbed his notebook and slipped it into his bag and pulled the bag over his shoulder. Making his way to the door, just as he passed the trashcan, an empty bottle came out from his side and landed on the floor before him. Turning back, he assumed it had been Del’s. Looking back he smiled at the boy before picking up the bottle and dropping it in the trashcan for him. “Good luck next time,” he said as he left the room and into the crowded hallways where he’d disappear.Yes, my teeth and a m b i t i o n s are bared
Be prepared!
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