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 Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 1:57 pm
Truly, there was a God, Marcella decided as she peeled back the foil top on her snack-sized portion container of Nutella spread. She definitely needed it to lift her spirits today, though - only the slice of bread with Nutella that she was about to prepare, and the span of about half an hour separated the young lady from another peer-editing session in her English Composition class.
Not that she was worried at all about her paper. Three pages of literary criticism on a Shakespeare play of her choice had been easy enough, especially after the last two weeks had been peppered with other various assignments meant to walk them through the process leading up to the paper as slowly as possible. Marcella knew she could write, and resented the need to take the class anyway with every fiber of her being. Especially when it meant she had to sit for an hour and read other papers, some of which were written by kids who had somehow managed to get into Sovereign Heights barely able to form a proper sentence.
... But for now, she thought, taking a deep breath and sighing as she put chocolate-hazelnut spread on her slice of bread, she would just relax, and try not to think about it.
Marcella started eating, and frowned studiously at her section of the long public table in the student union building. A snack could only cheer her up. Or maybe a classmate to commiserate with. Everyone hated the class, it seemed like, and as long as she could find someone who was not one of the ones who hated it because it required effort, she supposed she would be fine.
Furtively, she munched her snack and looked up to scan the other students passing by on the way to or from somewhere.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 2:53 pm
”Oh, come on, Jackson. That paper wasn’t all that hard. Honestly, it wasn’t like we just didn’t spend the last month learning how to write the stupid thing.” Laughter followed the words a raven haired girl walking into the student union trailed by a taller blonde male. The guy didn’t look nearly as happy as Amelia did, staring down at a sheaf of papers in his hands. ”Yeah, easy for you to say, you actually like this stuff.” Amelia pushed him, still grinning. ”I don’t like it, I just understand it, there’s a difference. For example, I like kicking your a** in Left for Dead.” It almost sounded like she was flirting with him. That was until he grabbed her around the neck, giving her a noogie. She managed to slip out of his grasp pushing him down the hall. ”Get out of here, Jackson. Go write your paper.”
Tightening her ponytail she fell into the seat across from one of the other only girls in the room. Looking across the table she recognized the girl from her Composition class and grinned. ”Hey, you’re in Whidden’s Composition class, right?” She didn’t have any snacks of her own, but she did have a messenger bag that she set on the table in front of her, crossing her arms on top of it. ”So’s that idiot,” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder in the direction Jackson went. ”I can’t believe guys, they act like thinking is so damn difficult.” Laughing she suddenly realized she hadn’t even introduced herself.
”Jeeze, I didn’t even introduce myself did I? You must think I’m crazy.” She smiled her best, I promise I’m not crazy smile. ”I’m Amelia.” She lifted a hand giving the girl a small wave.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 3:58 pm
Quirking a brow, Marcella watched the exchange between the dark-haired girl and the taller boy with her. And then forced a small polite smile as the girl then joined her at the table and immediately started talking. Marcella bobbed her head in affirmative response to the question about Comps class, and took the continuing babble as a chance to finish chewing enough to swallow for politeness' sake when the other girl gave her a chance to introduce herself.
"I'm Marcella," she told her, smiling as she quickly wiped her fingers off on a napkin and extended a hand across the table. "Whidden's class in about half an hour, right? I think he's got about three other sections he teaches." Casting a momentary glance off in the direction that "that idiot" had gone off in, she added, "I can't imagine how Doctor Whidden hasn't lost his mind teaching Comps."
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 4:50 pm
Amelia didn’t think about the fact that maybe this other girl didn’t want her company. Maybe she wanted to sit alone and study. Unfortunately, Amelia wasn’t one to worry about whether or not someone would want to talk to her. If they didn’t they’d probably walk away anyways.
”Nice to meet you” She smiled reaching out to take the offered hand, shaking it once before letting go. ”Yeah, that’s the class.” Amelia wrapped her arms around her messenger bag, leaning on it. Marcella’s had her laughing. ”I have no idea, I wouldn’t be able to do it if the rest of his classes are anything like ours.” There had more than a few idiots in the class, and then of course there were the slackers who never wanted to actually do anything. ”Sometimes I wonder how some of the people here even managed to get in.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 6:39 pm
Marcella was not terribly outgoing, but she was not antisocial. And she saw few problems with meeting a classmate. Especially this far along into the school year. Maybe they could even sit nearby and try to end up in the same group, if this Amelia seemed like she might be one of the people who at least tried in the class.
"Pretty much," the brown-haired girl said with a nod. "I mean, I hate the class, too, but if I slack off and fail, then I would just have to take it over again." She gingerly picked up another slice of bread smeared with Nutella and took a small bite.
She was quiet a few moments, then asked, "What are you studying here?"
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