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Post by Rebekah Parker on Aug 31, 2007 20:09:28 GMT -5
[Stupid title!!]
Bekah stood against the wall, bored out of her mind. It was her study hall, but she was completely and utterly bored at the moment. For once, she didn’t have school work to catch up on. It shocked her something awful. It was a miracle that she had nothing to actually do in stupid study hall. So here she was, against the wall near the front doors, her iPod blasting Aiden(the band)’s ‘We Sleep Forever’ in her ears.
She slowly slid down against the wall, bored. She had on light blue jeans and a red and black half sleeve shirt. Her hair was coming into her face and covered her ears, which is how so far she hadn’t gotten a detention for having her iPod out. Her bag lay beside her on the floor, waiting to be opened. She leaned her head against the wall, banging it against the wall slightly. Her boredom was arising.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Sept 2, 2007 20:44:32 GMT -5
Ryan hated gym class, so, he skipped. He wasnt in the mood to be around sweaty bodies of the same sex that smelled like dead fish. Not today. Ryan walked through the halls, passing by each classroom full of students, and a teacher either yelling at the kids to stop talking, or teaching. Ryan saw Becka sitting down againts the wall, and Ryan smiled. "Hey!"
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Post by Rebekah Parker on Sept 2, 2007 20:53:47 GMT -5
She didn't immediately notice anyone around her. Her eyes were closed, and she had music blasting in her ears. But she could feel someone there. At first, she didn't know who the hell it could've been. She was ready to yell. She opened her eyes and before she could say anything she saw Ryan standing above her. Grinning, she pulled the headphones out of her ears. "Hey! I thought you had gym this period?"
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Post by Riley May Thurlow on Sept 2, 2007 20:57:19 GMT -5
" I skipped... i hate gym. I dont wana be around all the sweaty bodies that smell like fish... no thanks." Ryan said laughing. " So whats up? Dont you have study hall?" Ryan said sitting down againts the wal next to Becka, placing his bag next to him.
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Post by Aiden Craverson on Sept 2, 2007 20:59:00 GMT -5
-As Bekah-
She rolled her eyes. "For once...I actually had nothing to do! Can you believe it? Nothing! It was a little sad, so I just ditched... and fish? That's not exactly the best smell in the world...what about trash cans? Why can't they smell like trash cans?"
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Post by Riley May Thurlow on Sept 2, 2007 21:02:52 GMT -5
Ryan laughed. " good question, Becka. Trashcans are way better then the fish that they smell like. I swaer, all those guys smell like they just came out of the ocean, and sat on a boat dock for 2 weeks straight. Its absolutely putrid." [sorry if i spelled that wrong!]Ryan said blaring his nostrils to add emphasis. " No work? lucky... i have atleast 5 homework assignments, one being i have to read freakin 50 pages of a stupid book for english..."
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Post by Rebekah Parker on Sept 2, 2007 21:04:59 GMT -5
She laughed. "Maybe they did! Maybe they went on a fishing trip, without you! Such mean people..." She shook her head sadly. "I know. It shocked me. Wow. 50? Now, would a certain someone named Ryan like some certain help on homework from a certain friend that happens to be sitting right next to him?"
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Post by Riley May Thurlow on Sept 2, 2007 21:20:12 GMT -5
Ryan laughed. " Absolutely, he would. Like math... Ryan and math dont reallt get along... they have nothing in common." Ryan said smiling at Becka. "So, shall we head to my house?" Ryan said sitting up and picking up his bag, taking his car keys out of his pocket.
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Post by Aiden Craverson on Sept 2, 2007 21:23:22 GMT -5
-As Bekah-
She stuck her tongue out. "Ugh...math. The devil of the school. Of course, Ryan has a slightly intelligent friend that knows at least something about math! And I'm sure she'd love to help him out!" She grabbed her bag, standing up. "Don't go crazy driving, please? I will deny knowing you if you crash your car." She grinned like an idiot; she was a little hyper that day.
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Post by Riley May Thurlow on Sept 2, 2007 21:28:20 GMT -5
Ryan laughed. " I wont, i will only go atleast 10 above the speed limit, i always do..." Ryan said grinning as he held the door opened for Becka and walked to his car. He unlocked it, and opened Becka`s door for her, shuting it after he got in. He got in, and started the car, turning on the radio. "Feel free to search for a different station."
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Post by Aiden Craverson on Sept 2, 2007 21:32:58 GMT -5
-As Bekah-
She raised an eyebrow. "Promise? You're not on sugar high and won't go fifty over the limit?" She bowed her head in thanks, twice, as he opened the doors for her. The perfect gentleman manners. Seeing them from him made her laugh; he rarely was ever like that. She shook her head. "I'm fine! You usually listen to good music, so I trust your decision for a radio station!"
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Post by Riley May Thurlow on Sept 2, 2007 21:36:03 GMT -5
"Ok cool." Ryan turned to his favorite station, which only played the most intense screamo music. Ryan listened closely to what was playing, when he turned it up realising it was a song he liked. " This is a great song, its Burden of a day, Cupid missed his mark. They are sick in concert." Ryan said. " I can scream like the lead singer is doing right now, its kinda scary..." Ryan said laughing.
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Post by Aiden Craverson on Sept 2, 2007 21:37:45 GMT -5
-As Bekah-
She laughed. "Really? I want to hear it! Please?" She gave him her best little girl look, hoping he saw it out of the corner of his eyes. She never heard it, and she was anxious, and curious to see if he could cream like the lead singer.
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Post by Riley May Thurlow on Sept 2, 2007 21:41:48 GMT -5
" Gah, fine" Ryan said smiling. He did it, and after he screamed, he said " Dammit, now my throat is killing me..." Ryan said grinning. " Thats ok though, im used to it now, i do it often when i play guitar and write songs and preform them and blah blah blah..." Ryan said flabbing his mouth.
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Post by Aiden Craverson on Sept 2, 2007 21:43:58 GMT -5
-As Bekah-
She pouted. "Aww...." She patted him on the head. "I promise, when we get to your house, I'll make you a cup of tea. Or hot chocolate...whichever one doesn't burn your house down..." She grinned as she turned back to look out the window at the buildings.
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