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 Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 1:41 pm
(Event takes place when Varete first arrives at Meadowview High. Has not awakened yet)
Varete's first day a Meadowview High and already it had been a novel experience, she thought to her with a sigh as she walked to her class.
News of the Day: Running your teacher over with a bike. No, really
And it was an accident too! (This time, she claimed no responsibiliity. If she was going to run her teacher over with a bike, she would have done so in an epic manner.) Never mind the fact that she lost control of the brakes, and the fact it was an accident. She had told them over and over that it was, yet they still didn't believe her. Uggh! Instead, the principal had insisted on reprimanding her until she was blue in the face. For an hour, no less. It was a waste of her time!
But at least, she given some consideration to her actions. She should be nicer yes. And understanding, yes. And taking the teacher's needs into mind, yes. Especially her blue face, yes. "Do you need to go the health-room Miss Principal?" She had asked with the sincerest of intentions and for all of her kind efforts, she had been kicked out. "That wasn't very polite!" She shouted, with indignation. Adults these days! She thought to herself, with a scoff. And they were supposed to be perfect. Not likely.
Having arrived at the door, she opened it with an abrupt slide. The teacher, clearly startled by the girl's action gave the girl a admonishing glance. Indifferent to her peer's whispers, gossip and stares, she gave the teacher an apologetic smile before taking her seat.
"Class, I'd like you to introduce you to .. er.." Her sentence interrupted as she lifted her glasses up from the brim of her nose to peer closer at the name "Varete Valentine." She finished.
"I hope you all treat her well." She said in a polite tone despite her misgivings about the girl.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 6:57 pm
Tatiana sat in the back of the class, sequestered behind her textbook. The kid she was supposed to be guiding around--they shared most of the same classes--hadn't showed up to first period, so she'd taken the liberty of falling asleep, head down on her desk behind a wall of Algebra III. Why was she in Algebra III? Tatiana didn't know, she was asleep.
This was ruined when someone sat down loudly, noisily, next to her. Always a light sleeper, she looked up for a face-full of angle theory, which brought a sour smile to her face. Sitting up, she glanced over at the girl who had just taken a seat.
Oh. Huh.
"You're Varete," said Tate. "New one. You didn't come to Brit Lit." She yawned, hand over her mouth, and shut her textbook in front of her. "This period's almost over, too. Lunch after..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 1:34 am
With a polite-thank you to her teacher, she was directed to her seat- a position in the back row nearest to the window.
With a critical eye, she gave the table a glance over before taking her seat. "Far enough." Satisfied with the position, she gave the seat a seal of approval. Here, she would be away from the vigilant eyes of the teacher-- leaving her free to do whatever she liked. Her usual arrangement, it would seem.
Reaching into her bag, she reached for her iPod-- only to be interrupted by the voice of her neighbor.
Without missing a beat, Varete replied to the question in her usual sarcastic manner, "Tell the Principal that." She said, in a annoyed tone. "Apparently, a lecture on safety was more important." And troublesome. Despite her lack of admiration for education, she would have preferred to attend her classes! (A rare admission coming from a girl who never attended her classes) In her perspective, at least math made sense where it's numbers were actually practical and without the crazy mood-swings. (Ff, what kind of teacher kicked out her own students?!)
Aha. There it was! Smiling triumphantly to herself, she slipped the device from her bag to her pocket. Only then, did she re-direct her gaze to the girl next to her--
Who already knew who she was apparently. "And you are...?" She inquired with a curious glance in her eyes. Great. Had everyone already heard about the accident?
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 5:36 pm
"I'm your guide for the first week," said Tate, who in her typical fashion thought her next annoyed comments: Which you would've known if the Principal hadn't kidnapped you, since all the paperwork's with Mr. Morrison. Why'd she do that anyway, she never does that. Apparently she hadn't heard anything about any bicycle incidents. She set her head back on her folded arms. Was the new kid really going to listen to her iPod? Really? In this class, even, how the hell did you excuse that? I'm sorry, I've got a condition, I need music in my ears at all times? Seriously. This particular algebra teacher had eagle eyes and Tate lived particularly convinced that Mrs. Brown could hear with her skin.
It was like putting a sign on your head saying 'please, please give me a detention, I love school and spending time doing nothing, please'.
Tatiana disapproved.
She shook her head and looked at the clock. Five more minutes until she could give the new kid the Senior Primer, also known as What You Can Do And Get Away With/What You Can't Do And Get Away With. Tate had that imaginary book down cold.
Sigh.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 3:31 am
Guide? The school had actually thought to assign her of one? What was this, middle school? Pft. Ridiculous.
But for the sake of formalities, she feigned politeness. "Really?" Varete muttered, as she studied the girl before her with contemplative eyes. The girl's expression was that of censure as her eyes conveyed her disapproval of the Varete's actions. Ah, a model student. That was to be expected.
No doubt, some punishment karma devised. She gave the girl what she hoped was a sweet smile, but by the feel of it, probably not.
Turning back to the lesson at hand, she propped up her elbows on the desk with an idle stare. One finger toying with her hair, the other hand focused on doodling in her math composition book. Her first day, and already her schoolwork was a failure. Paying no attention to the girl beside her, she continued to doodle in her book for the rest of the five minutes that was left. Five more minutes until class ended, she reminded herself as her pent tapped impatiently against the desk.
While she would have preferred to start her day on a good note, that didn't seem to be possible at the moment. An irate principal and an annoyed guide made for great company, yes it did. A great day it was going to be, she predicted. If not great, at the very least it would going to be interesting, she mused to herself.
She could see the trouble brewing on the horizon already.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:09 am
Snark if you will, Varete, but Meadowview had a huge campus. The thing was a mile wide at its widest point, which happened to be between the top floor of the upper campus and the top floor of the lower. Tate knew from experience the fun to be had sprinting from a language class on the upper campus to a science elective on the lower side. It was not actually fun at all. Kept you fit, though.
Nor could Tate really be called a model student. Her page was full of doodles, with only an occasional math problem written out. Plus, she'd been sleeping before Varete sat down.
The new student was not a model of observance.
A bell rang and Tate was cleaning up, shoving textbooks and notebooks into her bag. "Got your ID? Good. Let's go to lunch," said Tate, leading the way. "Don't ever listen to your iPod in class with Mrs. Brown. She can hear through her skin. Mr. Morrison, first block, you'd be okay. Just don't change the song, he's light-sensitive. Hrm."
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 4:13 am
As the bell rang, Varete slung her bag over her shoulders and continued on to follow her new guide.
"I see." She replied, in the same tone as Tate's.
And Tate was right; she wasn't observant, if at all. Oblivious to her surroundings, Val had enough on her plate, just taking care of herself.
Following the other girl's lead, she found herself staring at the other girl's features, and surprisingly, pretty face. Her hair was short, but served only to bring out her facial features. Her clothes were a little plain (as uniforms usually were), but Varete didn't doubt that if she dressed up a bit more, she would have the guys flocking to her, left and right. If only, she smiled a bit more. A face like that was prettier with a smile then a frown.
Attempting to strike up a conversation, "So, I know I asked you this earlier.." She said, tilting her head to the side, "But what's your name? I'm-your-guide-for-the-next-week, I'm pretty sure isn't a name." She teased, with a grin on her face.
Despite the tense situation at hand, you could count on Varete's cheerful attitude to save the day.. or ruin it more like. Either way it went.
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