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 Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 2:18 pm
With class dismissed and most of the students trickling out the door with a shuffling of books and bags and a scuffling of chairs and feet, Jonah was finally able to relax. He was not comfortable in large groups, even among other young adults his age, and the possibility that he might be called upon to answer a question or offer his thoughts on a subject or read through a passage seemed a great danger to him.
If it was bad for him just sitting there with a large group, listening to them interact around him, it was so much worse to have to talk in a large group. Even when he knew the right answer or felt strongly enough about something to form a very clear opinion on it, speaking up about it was never easy.
But he liked the silence that descended as the classroom emptied, and the babbling in the hallways faded as students meandered elsewhere. It was at that point that Jonah began to feel a bit more comfortable. He happened to know there wasn't another class in here for another hour, and most students didn't start arriving for it until quarter till. Until then, if he was lucky, he could have the entire classroom to himself.
So Jonah remained in his seat in the back corner. Instead of packing up his things, he opened the current text they were reading (Shakespeare's Henry VIII), kept his pencil and highlighter and sticky notes within reach, and hunkered down with every intention of getting a head-start on his homework.
Being a loner was good for one thing: there weren't often a lot of distractions.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 4:58 pm
”JONAHHHHH~”
The doors slammed open. Smiling Ruthie laughed and started down the aisle.
When she entered a room, she entered a room.
”JONANANANANANAHHH.”
She gasped upon finding him. That golden hair! Those teal eyes! She could stare into them—mesmerized forever—but alas! She could hardly read him. Whether he felt excited (most likely) or terrified (unlikely) to see her, she would let him know she felt enthused to see his face once more. ”Nah nah nahhh!” She sang. Talent seemed unnecessary for serenade, and she loved to serenade—especially poor fellows like Jonah. She grinned. ”Nah nah NAAAAAH.” Stumbling over a bag, she plopped onto the seat next to him. She stretched out her arms. ”JONAH!” She laughed. ”It’s nice to see you again!”
Never mind classmates watching or cramming or singing flat, she wanted the class to know that JONAH ARRIVED YAY JONAH YAY. It felt like ages since they last saw each other, but now she could bask in his radiance, study with him in the back of a room, watch the professor adjust his glasses and write in chalk the themes of a novel. They read so many novels.
”Baby, I missed youuu.” She smirked. For an instant, she hoped this was okay, but then she realized she didn’t care.
Sunshine Alouette PFFT Let me know if this works. xD <333
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 4:09 pm
Loud.
That was the first thought that came into Jonah's mind. The voice assailing him was loud. His peace and quiet was disrupted by the door slamming open, but it was the voice that truly scared him.
And, yes, he was terrified. When a classroom that had previously been mostly empty and peacefully quiet was suddenly filled with so much energy it was difficult for him to adapt. Jonah slunk down in his desk chair, slouching low and hiding behind his book—a fruitless endeavor, as it did little to conceal him. The voice came closer and fell into a chair, and then arms were reaching out to him, and Jonah had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that except to timidly lean away. The only excitement that passed between them came from her.
He didn't know how to handle loud people. He didn't know how to deal with such a strong personality.
Jonah stared over the top of his book with wide eyes, and had to clear his throat to prevent it from cracking when he said, “U-Um... Hello...Ruthie...”
He knew almost nothing about her, and that made the encounter even more nerve-wracking. Of course they'd seen one another before, but mostly she did all the talking. Jonah never knew what to say (not unusual) and didn't really know how to tell her that she intimidated him. He tried to find the fact that she was generally nice reassuring, but it was difficult to feel reassured about anything with the ever-present threat of having his personal space invaded.
“How are you?” he asked.
That was the polite thing to do, wasn't it?
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