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 Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 1:36 pm
"I'm sorry, Antony," the teacher said as he was escorted to the detention room. He had to be, actually, he had no idea which room it was. "But rules are rules, and--and I just wish it didn't have to be this way."
"It's fine, Ma'am," Antony said, patting her hand gently. "I understand."
"No, really, I mean we all know how good a boy you are, but--"
"Really, Ma'am, I understand completely," Antony repeated. "But don't you need to go finish up for the day?"
"Oh, yes, of course. I should get going. But really--"
Antony stepped into the room, closing the door in her face and sighing. This was his first ever detention, and if you asked him it really sucked already.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 1:55 pm
Irelia grabbed her backpack from her locker, grunting under the weight of the multitudes of books she had taken from the library. Her newest vice, Irelia had stopped fighting kids to make time for reading, but as a result had turned in to the world's biggest know-it-all. Her problems were now not confined to the school grounds, but in the classrooms as well, reading a book under her desk as the teacher was speaking, or proving the teacher wrong at more than one instance.
It really was driving them nuts, but as she was learning, they couldn't do much except admonish her. But she had gone too far that morning, happily taking a teacher's dare ("if you're so smart, why don't you teach us?") and failing miserably, as she hadn't read anything on what the teacher had decided for the day's lesson plan. It was a set-up, to tell the truth. The teacher had gone through her library records, and had planned the day based on information she hadn't read yet. It was only to teach her a lesson, but Irelia had a temper tantrum and threw the chalk at the teacher, beaning one of the other students instead.
So, detention. Yet again.
Irelia pushed open the door that she was coming to know so well, and dumped her bag beside the teacher's desk. She hadn't been able to do homework for her detention for months, as she couldn't be trusted not to read something not homework related. Instead, Irelia pulled out sheafs of paper, and a pencil, and set to work writing her lines.
"I will not expose the ignorance of the faculty."
Sighing gustily, Irelia sat in her usual seat in the corner, and started writing. Used to being the only one in detention, it was always interesting to see another face inside.
But when the familiar blue haired boy entered, Irelia was shocked in to laughing.
((I HAD TO USE IT. Go Simpsons chalkboard gags!))
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:00 pm
Antony jerked at the laughing, then looked at Irelia darkly. "Might I ask what is so funny?" he asked as he headed for one of the chairs near the front and put his bag down. He was trying to act as if this was just another class he was being forced to sit through. The concept of being in detention sat on his stomach badly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:08 pm
Turning gleefully in her chair, Irelia regarded Antony, a smirk still on her face.
"Well, you aren't exactly the type that gets sent to Detention."
Her lines forgotten, Irelia stood up, and moved to sit beside Antony, amused by the thought of the goody-two-shoes being sent to detention.
"So... whattaya in for?"
Irelia wasn't too worried about a teacher coming in, as she was usually the only one involved in detention. Most had decided that if she did something inside of detention, they could just give her more punishments. They checked in every once in awhile, but it was so rare that Irelia gave in to the temptation to talk.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:17 pm
"I hardly think that's any of your business," Antony said snottily as he dug his homework out of his bag. There were dark circles under his eyes, though, and even his haughty voice sounded exhausted in a way he couldn't quite cover up.
The house had been a ruckus the night before with the new baby and two full grown men trying to figure out what they were doing. And then Polk Sally had gotten out of her aquarium and disappeared for a few hours...
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:37 pm
Irelia eyed him oddly.
"I think it is. First of all, you're in detention, all alone with me. Second of all. I could just root around in your head and find out, since its a secret from me, but that's bad manners."
Irelia grabbed a book from her backpack, and sat back in her corner, away from Antony.
"Either way, I'll get it out of you. I'm not a baby anymore, and I can forcibly find out. There's no way you can hide it from me."
Irelia sat and waited.
"Besides, I bet it wasn't very interesting."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:43 pm
He blinked. "Actually that's quite right. It isn't very interesting."
Although it had been a bit entertaining when his father had tried to flush the toilet in the middle of the night using Polk Sally's head. How she had wound up in the bathroom he had no idea, but he was almost positive that the house no longer had a mouse problem.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:48 pm
"You're infuriating, you know that? I don't know WHY you have that gaggle of giggly girls around you at all times. Being good mannered and pretty isn't exactly telling of what sort of a person you are. They don't KNOW you, they know your attributes."
Irelia flexed her fingers, trying to free her hand from cramping. Ten more minutes of writing and she could read a chapter.
"I mean, at least I TELL people if I don't like them. By the way, Antony, I don't like you."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:57 pm
"I appreciate your candor, Irelia," Antony said, barely managing to hide a yawn behind his hand. "It's impolite, but honest."
And then he stopped, as if that was the end of the conversation. In all honesty he was fighting the urge to fall asleep, just as he had done in the class that got him the detention.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:17 pm
Irelia stopped writing, crossing her arms. Antony was ticking her off yet again, reacting in a way she wasn't used to. Actually, she was used to it, if she told the truth. Her father acted the same way sometimes, especially when he was mad at her.
Thinking hard, Irelia focused on Antony, trying to read his mind, but it was so sluggish that it was hard to get a focus on anything. Finally, she saw something regarding a "Polk Sally". Mad that he was too tired to think of anything actually interesting, Irelia grunted.
What in the heck was a polk sally? Thinking it was some horrible supernatural creature that could breathe water and air, and ran about his house leaving small puddles (Irelia had an active imagination) Irelia feared for Antony's life. Well, not really, but that's what she told herself.
"Hey, were you sent to detention because you released the HORRIFYING Polk Sally on the unsuspecting students? Because that would be awesome."
((Clarification! When Irelia reads secrets, she actually READS them. They appear as sentences and words, written in script that reflects the person. So Antony's is very precise and perfect and fancy XD.
Irelias would be jagged, harsh and sort of sad-looking? XD))
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:22 pm
He choked, turning to look at her in surprise. "Where on earth did you get an idea like that?" he demanded, finally woken up from his exhaustion. Shock had a way of doing that. "Were you reading my mind again?" he demanded, finally remembering what had happened when she had been a baby.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:34 pm
Giggling madly, Irelia spun her hands about her head.
"From your MINDDDDDD!!"
Knowing she looked like a fool, Irelia schooled her expression, but was unable to lose her smirk.
"Well, that would be the first thing that came to my mind but I guess that's not what happened. This "Polk Sally" must not be very secret, since I couldn't get anything on what it was, so that's not a secret..." rubbing her chin, Irelia thought hard, in detective mode, "BUT. I got the name so THAT must be the secret. Therefore, I deduce that a Polk Sally is that pet you have you call by some silly name. Baron? Lord? Sir Snappy Pants?"
It was not very hard to deduce that Irelia had been reading Sherlock Holmes recently.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 4:05 pm
"Her proper name is Duchess Polk Sally," Antony said haughtily. "She is my beloved pet." Who tended to get in odd positions, but that wasn't much of a secret either, since he planned on telling Iggy all about it when he saw the other boy. "Surely you have a pet, don't you?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 4:19 pm
"I have a bicycle. Far more useful, and doesn't have a tendency to defecate." Irelia mocked Antony's way of talking, smirking as she did so.
"Pets are a responsibility. My father keeps asking me if I want a pet, but even though they're fun and interesting, there's too much work involved. I'd rather be riding my bike around town and having adventures. But I bet you LOVE the responsibility. I bet you just can't wait until you're old and gray, so you can tell your grandchildren how responsible you were, and how you were just. Perfect."
Irelia went back to her book, happy that she was alone in reading her own thoughts. As they were full of mean, horrid words with just a hint of jealousy. After all, even though Irelia was honest, she didn't have very many friends.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 4:29 pm
"Actually," he said, so exhausted that he didn't care anymore. "I merely enjoy watching her eat."
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