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Post by EmberRoze on Nov 9, 2008 22:37:44 GMT -6
Softly humming, Sabine sat down in her desk near the front and pulled out her current book, The Picture of Dorian Gray before the bell rang.
Just center yourself, she thought as she forced herself to regulate her breathing. I slipped up once today. It can't happen again.
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Post by basiadulces on Nov 9, 2008 22:44:24 GMT -6
Robyn slipped into her desk, taking out a pencil and their reading assignment. She sighed internally, slightly depressed at the fact that she'd finished the book already. They'd only gotten it yesterday.
The rest of the class shuffled into their desks. Robyn turned around and said hi to Cody, the majorly hot jock behind her, and glanced over at the girl Dameon had told her about.
She was reading. Playing absently with her hair. Nothing out of the ordinary. What's he talking about? She looks absolutely fine to me. she thought, confused.
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Post by EmberRoze on Nov 9, 2008 22:52:47 GMT -6
When the bell rang, Sabine quietly placed her book back in her bad, and took out her assignment. Their teacher came in, and exuberant lady who no one ever bothered to call anything but "Q".
"So, who actually read last night?" Q. asked, looking across the class.
Three people raised their hands. Sabine, a girl named Robyn, and Q's daughter. Sabine groaned inwardly as the bomb fell.
Q. sat down shook her head. "Really, you guys. You need to do your work. I'm not going to be nice anymore if this keeps happening. Sabine, Meghan, Robyn, you're free for the night. The rest of you, your assignment is on the board." A groan started. "Along with last night's reading."
"Q. that's ridiculous! I have practice!" someone cried indignantly.
Good lord, because that takes up your entire night, you lazy cod, she thought as she pulled out her book again and continued reading.
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Post by Pez on Nov 10, 2008 0:05:43 GMT -6
James sighed heavily as he walked into his Biology class. Just once I'd like to be able to go a day without having to deal with Mr. Knutson... he thought. Why is it that, regardless of how the system works, the good classes always have the worst teachers?
Mr. Knutson stood in the front of the room, scanning over the students inquisitively. "Alright, now how many of you kids are opposed to dissections?" he asked. Not a soul rose their hand. "Good. Now we're going to partner you up for this lab. We're dissecting fetal pigs today. Since we're an odd-numbered class, I'm going to have to partner up with one of you. Mr. Clarkson, I think I'll go with you, seeing as how everyone seems to be eying their partner while you're fiddling with that iPod again."
Oh god
The class split up and went to separate areas of the room with the pigs to dissect. Mr. Knutson instructed the class on how to make their incisions. "Here, James, you make the first incision" he said as he handed James the scalpel. As he was giving James the scalpel, his hand slipped, cutting James's hand in the process. James looked at the cut and blood instinctively hardened into a sharp point around the wound. Shit, James thought, and quickly hid his wrist under his armpit.
"Are you alright, James?" Mr. Knutson asked, straining to see James's wrist.
"Yes, I'm fine" James replied, "you just nicked me. Its okay though, really." James held out his now-normal wrist.
"Hmm...okay. If you say so." Mr. Knutson replied.
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As the last bell rang, James was relieved to be rid of the class. It figures that I'd be the one to get stuck with Mr. K, he thought as he left the room.
Mr. Knutson walked into his back office and pulled out a small notebook. In it he wrote only two words: "James -- Interesting"
I full deserve my schmuck title
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Post by basiadulces on Nov 10, 2008 21:38:08 GMT -6
(sorry, but who's kevin?)
Robyn sighed as the bell rang and the class completely empty in a matter of seconds. She collected her books and began to head for the door. She was almost free when Q called her back.
"Robyn, can I speak with you for a moment?"
Great. "Sure," she murmured, shrinking back towards her desk. Q looked at her over her spectacles with her sharp eyes.
"Robyn, how are things?" she asked.
Robyn narrowed her eyes, wary. "Fine. Why?"
Q shurgged. "Well, I see you in class. You dont seem to be very enthused. You're always ahead. I feel like you're not being challenged enough." Her tone softened; she peered her hawk-eyes over the rim of her glasses.
"Oh no, ma'am. You dont need to worry. I just.. I catch on fast. Yea, this stuff just comes easy," she muttered, looking at the clock.
Q sighed, nodding. "Alright. Well, if a problem comes up, just tell me, alright? Here, I'll write you a note to class. Sorry, dear. What class?"
"Band. Don't worry about it."
The pass gave a crisp rip, and Robyn walked out of the room. Close.
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Post by EmberRoze on Nov 10, 2008 21:45:57 GMT -6
Sabine stuck her tongue out at Emma and pulled out her case, a reed hanging from her mouth. "Emma, come on. The Tchaik Four is epic. Do you still not agree with me?"
Emma shook her head stubbornly. "It may sound epic, but it's too easy."
Sabine rolled her eyes. "Not as easy as you, my friend."
"SABINE!"
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Post by Pez on Nov 10, 2008 21:54:07 GMT -6
Fixed that. Sorry. I'm a schmuck.
James was one of the first to walk into the band room. Ah, yes. My home he thought as he walked through the instrument. He found his cubby, a nice cozy one tucked into the corner, and unlocked the door with his key. He pulled his instrument out; an Alto Saxophone, naturally.
As he was opening the case, he heard a shout behind him. He turned to see the girl from Chemistry arguing with a girl named Emma. Pulling his ubiquitous earbuds out, he asked "What's the deal with you girls? Always yelling..."
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Post by EmberRoze on Nov 10, 2008 21:55:36 GMT -6
"We like it," Sabine replied briskly, pulling out her folder, her reed bag, her tool bag, and grabbing her case before entering the room.
"She's a nut case, I tell you," Emma said, shrugging as she put her bassoon together.
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Post by Pez on Nov 10, 2008 22:01:09 GMT -6
"Whatever. Girls...crazy people I tell you," James said as he finished attaching his ligature. A hand crept up and replaced one earbud, the fleshy color camouflaged against his pale skin. He walked out of the back room, instrument in hand and ready to play when a drumstick came flying straight at his head. James nimbly ducked down and to the side, narrowly avoiding the drumstick. When he turned to see where it had gone, he saw a ninth grade boy carrying a clarinet get smoked in the face. James shook his head and walked away. Not my problem, man. Not today.
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Post by basiadulces on Nov 10, 2008 22:05:42 GMT -6
Dameon heaved a great sigh. He stopped outside the bandroom door, listening to the muffled shrieks and honks of those tuning and practicing. He braced himself, and opened the door. He flinched backward, taken aback by the intensity of the room.
Only a few had their instruments put together. He could tell some were deeply concentrating, giving time to a few last-minute practices, even frustrated when they couldn't seem to get it right. A huddle of girls swapped gossip by the lockers, mainly flutists, and their eagerness and chatty interest sparked like lightbulbs on the fritz.
Dameon shook his head, his bangs falling into his face. He trudged his way into the room, heading straight for his locker to fetch the trombone.
As he was putting it together, which took all of two seconds, he shivered, feeling the air quiver familiarly. He groaned and looked across the room, feeling a knot of dread tie in his stomach as he spotted a head of blonde hair.
"God dammit.."
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Post by Aphtyn on Nov 10, 2008 22:08:05 GMT -6
Leopold was once again a tall blond boy. He pulled out his beautiful nickel tenor saxophone. Pieceing it together in a few moments, he plopped down into his chair next to the Altos. "Hey, James," he said with a smile to the quiet kid next to him.
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Post by EmberRoze on Nov 10, 2008 22:14:58 GMT -6
"Kate, why do I suddenly realize that I never knew anyone in this class before?" she grumbled, looking back. An angry emo haired boy was staring at her. Before she turned around, she stuck her tongue out at him.
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Post by basiadulces on Nov 10, 2008 22:16:30 GMT -6
Robyn whipped open the double-doors of the bandroom and hurried inside. "I made it!" she announced, flurrying over to her locker. She clicked the lock and dragged out her lovely clarinet, happy to be rid of her plastic one. As she pieced it together and sucked on her reed, she glanced around, aware that she'd missed something.
She spotted Dameon, his pretty blue-green eyes narrowed and burning towards a blonde girl. She rolled her eyes. "Today'll be fun.."
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Post by EmberRoze on Nov 10, 2008 22:18:13 GMT -6
Kate raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Sabine shook her head. "Never mind," she grumbled. She could still feel his eyes boring a drill into the back of her head.
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Post by Pez on Nov 10, 2008 22:19:41 GMT -6
James looked around at the people surrounding him. Ah jeez. First we have crazy lady, now blondie...
James shifted uncomfortably in his seat, pulling his hood up and staring intently at his music in an attempt to block out the people surrounding him. Leopold looked inquisitively at James, fully expecting a reply back. James glanced back at Leopold and quietly mumbled "Hey..." before trailing off and staring into the air again.
James glanced back again at the girl from Chemistry. Something is definitely...different about her he thought.
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