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Post by Jagger Arlington on Mar 28, 2008 18:55:20 GMT -5
 ________________ When the bell had rang, Jagger actually made an attempt to get to class on time this morning. The air was clear and calm at this time of day, and he couldn't remember the last time he had seen the school in such an unfogged state. He should have gotten high before he walked, but knew that he hadn't shown up in a while to begin with, so why risk his chances in being flagged? He shoved his hands in his over sized pockets and sucked the remainder of the tobacco out of his cigarette before letting it simply fall from his lips. A rough boot stomped it out as he walked, making sure it was extinguished before continuing.
The bell squealed a second time, advising students to get their asses in some seats or there would be hell to pay. The school authorities knew nothing about hell... He smoothed out his hair, shaking it gently into his face again as he opened the steel door to the classroom of his first period. Math, is a really cool thing... the words to School of Rock played in his head, and he laughed gently. Damn, Jack Black could make anything funny. He took a seat toward the back, being nearly the first few to be in a chair when the final bell had rang. Two girls ahead of him were talking about how one of them was going to go over to so-and-so's and fuck. It wasn't so vulgar, but it's how Jagger's mind interpreted it. "Shit, just suck a cock and be done with it..." he said, grabbing his own momentarily before he snickered at his own clever comment. The girls obviously got up to change desks, and that's when a kid he didn't recognize sat in the chair ahead of him, replacing the read headed virgin. |
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Post by Alyssa Reetz on Mar 28, 2008 19:15:09 GMT -5
Alyssa walked down the halls to her first period, math, class. She kept her shiny white smile. She heard the next bell chime in. She bit her lip. She had never been later than the first bell. She hustled over to the door. Opening it up she scanned for a seat. Then she saw two girls get up. Their seats left open. It wasn't in the front, but not to far in the back either. She walked over set her stuff down. Glancing at the guy behind her before sitting down.
Her blond curls were pulled neatly into a pony tail. Her face was lightly covered with blush and blue eye-shadow. Her shiny smile surrounded with lightly glossed lips. She was wearing some open-toed inched black pumps, and a black halter top. Though, of course she would have never left with just the halter top. She had a blue zip-up hoodie covering it. Then, her average everyday pair of blue jeans were worn and ripped, but she still had them on. She wouldn't get rid of those for the world.
She leaned down and picked up her math book. Then her binder. Pulling out her math book. She glanced back at the guy behind her. He wasn't go bad looking. Though, she didn't want to freak him out, so she looked back and went over her math homework. This guy didn't seem familiar, and you would think she knew everyone as she hadn't missed a day yet this year. He must be new, she though to herself.
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Carly Audition
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This picture's fading, there are memories on the line,
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Post by Carly Audition on Mar 29, 2008 16:41:54 GMT -5
Carly walked stalked into math class. The only class she hated with a passion other then gym. She sat down next to a boy who had shaggy hair. Hell she couldn't describe her own hair. Looking at her outfit. Her Misfits band tee was looking a bit worn out. She glared at the sky. Hoping her mother could see it. She was always to rough when washing clothes. She glanced down at the torned bright yellow jeans that she was so fond of. They too were faded and unraveling.
Groaning loudly. She leaned back into her seat and put her feet up on the desk. She took out a Mountain Dew bottle which was concealing Jack Daniels and took a swig from the bottle. Leaving a trail of fire in her throat. She coughed a bit and put the bottle back into her bag. This could calm her down some and get her through the class and school. She looked at the clock and crossed her arms. She was going to have to sit here and wait and hear the teacher constantly drone on and on about math for about a half an hour. Damn she hated school with a passion right now. She stared at the ceiling and made up band names in her mind. A thing she did constantly.
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