The High School Days
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				Title: <strong>The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 02:39:14</strong>
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				Shawn woke up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock. He turned over and hit the top of it to shut it off. With a sigh he sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes and looked around.<br><br>"First day of school lets hope it's fun."<br><br>Shawn said to himself as he got up and walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of blue and red gym shorts and slipped them on, then he opened his closet and grabbed his home jersey and slipped it on over his navy blue long sleeved under armor shirt. On the jersey was the schools name and logo and his number 24, then there was his name and only varsity starters got their names on their jerseys and he some how impressed the coaches and got a varsity spot. Shawn put his long football socks on and slipped some sandals on and walked downstairs and grabbed his football bag and his book bag. Shawn made his way to the bus stop and got on the bus and shortly arrived at the school. Shawn got off the bus and walked into the school and saw all the kids. One the first things he noticed were the music geeks hanging out by the music rooms. He made his way down to the gym area and that when he noticed them, the cheerleaders. He smiled at them as he walked past them and to the boys locker room to put his football bag in his football locker.<br><br>"Hey skills you ready for spirit night."<br><br>One of his teammates said. He thought to himself skills it must be a nickname.<br><br>"Yea I'm ready for it."<br><br>Shawn said as he put his football bag in the locker and shut the locker and locked it up and headed to his first class as he passed the cheerleaders again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 05:06:11</strong>
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				Spazz was not a happy camper.&nbsp; Then again, Spazz was never really a happy camper unless she was in her home studio...and sitting on the bus to school very definitely qualified as 'out of the studio'.<br><br>Bobbing her head in time to the music in her mind, she paid no attention to her fellow passengers and their idle chatter, watching the world slide slowly past outside the window.&nbsp; Soon enough the bus arrived and she filed off with the others, as required, and made her way to her locker, where she unloaded her backpack one book at a time.<br><br>Bleah.&nbsp; And double bleah.&nbsp; Too bad she couldn't just phone this all in and stay at home...<br><br>A passing jock caught her eye, just for a moment, and she smirked to herself.&nbsp; The view was nice, but the price was a bit steep for her.&nbsp; But maybe if he could dance, she might think about it.<br><br>Oh, well.&nbsp; That was one sort of trouble she preferred to delay as long as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 05:12:23</strong>
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				Shawn stopped in the middle of the hall and looked at his schedule for his locker number and then he looked at the locker next to him and it was in close range of his, Shawn started walking backwards until he arrived at his assigned locker. He turned towards it and saw a nerdy but ok looking girl.<br><br>"Hey"<br><br>He said as he opened his locker and put his books in it and then grabbed the ones he needed before he closed it and put his lock on it and turned to walk off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 05:17:54</strong>
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				Spazz halted.&nbsp; Was he talking to her?&nbsp; She turned around to see who else might be the subject of his attention, and by the time she turned back he was already gone.<br><br>Oh.&nbsp; Interesting.<br><br>She dug out her schedule and pretended to study it for a moment before grabbing the appropriate books and heading the long way 'round to her first class.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 05:32:43</strong>
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				Shawn walked off to his first class after he talked to a couple of friends and teammates and then he found his class and he looked at the seating chart and he was in the middle row next to someone named Calliope Stevens. Interesting name he thought to himself before he walked over to his desk and sat down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 05:54:39</strong>
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				Absinthe wore a knee-length black dress and platform knee-length boots, her hair a light green in color and her eyes over-accentuated with black eye shadow and mascara.&nbsp; Her lips were thickly covered in black lipstick, and her skin was a carefully-crafted pale.<br><br>She drifted into school on this her first day and had immediately found a small gaggle of like-minded pale-skinned people to talk to.&nbsp; It was wonderfully depressing, and she was feeling happy to have found a group with which to commiserate.<br><br>She had to go to class though, she was on thin ice with her parents as it was and grounding would play hell with the social life that she was planning to have this year.<br><br>They had, of course, ignored her wishes (no one understood her!) and put her name as Misty.&nbsp; She made a face, and trudged to her first class.<br><br>She arrived, a carefully-set dreary look on her face.&nbsp; Her mood brightened slightly when she saw that she was seated near someone named Calliope.&nbsp; There was a name!&nbsp; <br><br>Setting her face once more to a carefully morose look, she went to her seat.<br><br>She looked at the young man sitting near her out of the corner of her eye, and pretended to be disinterested in his athletic build and good looks.&nbsp; It wouldn't have done to be caught actually looking at someone like that! She had a reputation to invent after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:00:59</strong>
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				Spazz made it to class in plenty of time, checked the seating chart, and found her seat.&nbsp; She sat for a moment, eyes closed, head bobbing gently...and then turned to find the jock from earlier sitting next to her.<br><br>Oh.&nbsp; Interesting.<br><br>She looked the other way for a moment, finding a Goth girl sitting there.&nbsp; She managed a slight, weak smile at the Goth and then turned her eyes to the front board and zoned out again.&nbsp; Her fingers lightly tapped out a beat on her desk: one, two, one-two-three.<br><br>Where was the teacher, anyway?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:08:24</strong>
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				Shawn glanced at the new girl who came in and was guessing she was a goth but something was different to him she didn't seem like the goth kind of girl really maybe it was a phase and then he glanced at her when she sat down and caught looking at him and he thought what the hell.<br><br>"You know your not a very good goth. First thing goths rarely ever look around or at anyone except other goths and they show no emotion I saw your facial expression when you looked at the seating chart and I also saw how you looked at me. I'm not going to say you can't talk to me or anything but if you want me to reply back to you just be yourself not some goth wanna be. Anyways out of all the stereotypes there are why would you pick to be a goth? Thats like the worst stereotype to have and if your a goth it's like social suicide and might I add if you meet a boy he probably cuts himself because he doesn't think he is good enough when really all he needs to do is be normal and not act or be so depressed all the time."<br><br>Shawn said to the goth wannabe girl without looking at her. Shawn maybe a jock but he does have a tendency to try and help people out of problems and doing something stupid like wanting to be goth. Shawn then noticed the girl from his locker come into the room.<br><br>"Well well we don't only have our lockers right next to each other we sit next to each other also."<br><br>Shawn said once she sat down and without looking at her also with a grin on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:13:25</strong>
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				Absinthe noticed the girl enter, sit, and act as though entirely entranced by her own inner music. &nbsp;Interesting, but ....<br><br>This girl .. Calliope it had to be .. she turned and smiled at her. &nbsp;Absinthe began a smile of her own before realizing it wasn't really proper, and allowed the smile to die on her black-shaded lips before it properly began. &nbsp;She allowed a tight nod in her direction, just to be somewhat friendly since the girl seemed to be at least partly a kindred spirit. &nbsp;Well, her outfit wasn't doing anything for her, but she clearly heard her own song and followed it.<br><br>Then the boy started talking at her.&nbsp; She started to frown, but instead decided it was better to just turn away from him and be aloof and morose instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:19:31</strong>
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				Frowning slightly, Spazz turned toward the voice.&nbsp; Blinking slowly, she seemed to grasp that the jock was talking to the goth-girl...and she turned that way instead, waiting to see if the girl would respond somehow.&nbsp; When no more than a sullen frown seemed to be forthcoming, she turned back to the jock.<br><br>Perfect timing.&nbsp; He was saying something about lockers and the seating arrangement.<br><br>"Yeah," Spazz said quietly.&nbsp; "Funny how that works."<br><br>She managed a small smile, since the boy seemed to be friendly.&nbsp; Or at least not at all interested in making fun of her.<br><br>"Football team, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:22:45</strong>
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				Shawn couldn't help but let out a small little laugh at the reaction to the goth girl.<br><br>"Wow goth is not for you because if you want to smile you can't be a goth and you almost smiled I saw it, it was like you were a person not a depressed goth. If you can smile your not really depressed and thats what goths are so answer this. If your happy what are you doing trying to be a goth?"<br><br>Shawn asked her not looking at her again all he saw was out of the corner of his eye so no one could tell he was looking at her but he was speaking to her and for some strange reason she interested him a goth wannabe which was weird it made him think of what kind of person she really was. Shawn grinned when he heard the girl next to him.<br><br>"No it's not football it's for swimming. I don't mean to be a ass but you did set yourself up for that one Calliope. Don't freak out I saw your name on the seating chart but I'm just going to call you Call ok."<br><br>Shawn said with a half smile on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:26:46</strong>
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				Absinthe tried to ignore the irritating jock, frowning and trying to look properly depressed, but she did squirm just a little.&nbsp; She wished he would just stop talking and leave her alone already!<br><br>And where <em>was</em> the teacher?&nbsp; Sooner she (or he) arrived sooner they would be done with this and she could go back to the little group of Goths she had run across earlier.&nbsp; She wasn't completely sure if they accepted her, and figured she'd have to prove herself to them somehow, but at least they weren't like this annoying muscle-bound boy she had the misfortune to be placed near.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:28:58</strong>
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				"Spazz," Spazz answered him softly. &nbsp;"Only my parents call me...<em>that</em> name."<br><br>She tilted her head.<br><br>"We have a swim team? &nbsp;Next I suppose you'll tell me this school has a chess club."<br><br>Only the smile flirting on her lips could tip him off that she was joking.&nbsp; But Spazz turned to regard the Goth again.<br><br>"You do just the industrial thing, or do you like a good requiem, too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:31:32</strong>
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				Just like last year, just like the year before, on the first day of classes, Jenny's dad dropped her off in front of the school, kissed her cheek and slipped her a twenty for lunch. &nbsp;"Just promise me you'll get <em>something</em> healthy, or your mom'll kill me," he told her with a twinkle in his eye. <br><br>She smiled, said, "Sure thing, Dad," and rushed headlong from car to the front doors, knowing she was late. &nbsp;Damn Suzie and her need to curl her hair for an hour, taking up the family's one bathroom when five people needed it to get ready for work or school. &nbsp; By the time she made it into the right section of the halls for her first class, there were virtually no other people around. &nbsp;The halls had cleared for first period. &nbsp;<br><br>"Shoot," she muttered and, clutching her heavy bookbag in both arms, forewent finding her locker and raced down the hall and skidded to a halt in front of the door. &nbsp;She wasn't even that out of breath, she was happy to note. &nbsp;All that early morning running she'd done over the summer had really helped. &nbsp;<br><br>Too bad it hadn't helped with the weight of her bookbag. &nbsp;Stupid AP classes and their thick, heavy textbooks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:35:19</strong>
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				She glanced back to Calliope ... did she hear her say she preferred Spaz?&nbsp; Well, in any case, she apparently had an interest in music.&nbsp; She almost brightened up to an inappropriate level, almost even answered, before feeling almost physically the nearness of the Jock.<br><br>With a slightly annoyed look, she turned quickly away and resumed her carefully crafted moping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:40:11</strong>
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				The teacher wasn't in the room yet so Shawn thought he would go to his locker and grab something really quick.<br><br>"Hey I'll be right back Call."<br><br>He said forgetting that she wanted to be called spazz but he liked Call. Shawn walked out of the room and to his locker and and he saw a decent/ good looking girl standing next to his.<br><br>"Doing some heavy lifting I see."<br><br>Shawn said as he unlocked his locker and grabbed his ipod out of it and then relocked it.<br><br>"Well don't hurt yourself."<br><br>Shawn said with a grin as he walked back to his first period class and sat back down next to Call<br><br>"Wow keep note that if your ever late and this teacher gives you shit about just bring this up and you should be good I mean were kids we can be late but a teacher I mean come on, aren't they suppose to be the ones early and setting a example."<br><br>Shawn said so the kids around him could hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:42:14</strong>
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				Noting the almost-response from the Goth, Spazz tried again.<br><br>"Okay, how about a proper Dies Irae, complete with angry Latin chanting?"<br><br>She screwed her face up in thought for a second.<br><br>"Corvus Corax?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:47:05</strong>
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				Shawn actually looked at Call this time.<br><br>"What are you talking about?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:48:59</strong>
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				Spazz turned back to the boy.<br><br>"It's a group.&nbsp; They do...old stuff.&nbsp; Latin drinking songs.&nbsp; With bagpipes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:49:37</strong>
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				A pained expression crossed Absinthe's face, and she dearly wanted to turn around and discuss music with Spaz, and almost did when that boy left ... but he came back soon enough and there were others in the room. &nbsp;It just wouldn't have been proper for a Goth and a ... well, whatever Spaz was to be ... talking!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 06:53:09</strong>
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				Shawn looked at the wannabe again.<br><br>"You know if you speak they won't kill you and as in they i mean the goths and anyways you know you want to talk so talk I'll listen to my music so I don't have to hear ou if that helps."<br><br>Shawn said as he leaned back in his chair and put the earbuds into his ears and turned the ipod on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 07:00:39</strong>
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				She glanced at the boy as he tuned everything out, and rolled her eyes.&nbsp; It was just too much, and she couldn't wait to get away from him.<br><br>She turned back to Spaz for a moment, and once more almost opened up to her.<br><br>"Yeah," she said quietly in her direction, almost following that up with more, but shrugged instead looking slightly sheepish, and turned away again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 07:03:13</strong>
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				Spazz blinked again and turned her attention back to the Goth...the whole conversation starting to feel like a tennis match.<br><br>"Which part?"<br><br>She managed another slight smile.<br><br>"The Latin stuff?&nbsp; Or Corvus Corax?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 07:09:14</strong>
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				Shawn never turned the ipod on but it looked like he did so when she spoke he heard her and he gave her a thumbs up before he actually turned the music on and closed his eyes and actually feel asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 07:12:57</strong>
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				She turned back around, not able to resist any longer.<br><br>"Both really," she said with a slight smile forming on her blackened lips, "requiems, and industrial, dark, Latin. &nbsp;Corvus Corax is great ...."<br><br>She looked at her for another moment, her look turning awkward, then sheepish, then she turned back around trying to regain her somewhat morbid look and feeling guilty for giving in to conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 14:46:54</strong>
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				She took her seat after nodding to a couple of the other kids she knew.&nbsp; It looked like the teacher wasn't even here yet, so she was safe from repercussion for running behind schedule, at least for today anyway.&nbsp; As the minutes ticked on with no teacher, she frowned a little and glanced around.&nbsp; The expressions on faces ran the gamut from mindlessly bored to irritated, and everything in between.&nbsp; <br><br>Shrugging, she hauled one of her thick advanced-placement course texts out of her bag and cracked it open.&nbsp; This class wasn't one she was worried about -- all ego aside, she could probably pass it asleep, not that she'd ever flaunt that around -- so while she had the time, she'd continue her reading through material that was challenging. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 15:54:51</strong>
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				Spazz's face lit up, just for a moment.<br><br>"Cool."<br><br>Then she turned around again, apparently to give the Goth girl the semi-privacy she seemed to want.&nbsp; This, of course, meant that at the moment she was instead looking at the newly arrived and slightly tardy girl with the AP textbook...<br><br>Hmmm.&nbsp; Sexy librarian type.&nbsp; Interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 18:36:33</strong>
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				Shawn woke up from his little nap and when he opened his eyes there was the girl form the hall sitting in the desk next him. He yawned and looked at her.<br><br>"So how's the lifting going"<br><br>Shawn said with a grin
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 18:51:20</strong>
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				Absinthe glanced at the boy out of the corner of her eyes, noting that he seemed to tease everyone.&nbsp; She had hardly taken notice of the overburdened girl until he spoke to her, and even then only briefly glanced at her without giving her much more thought.<br><br>She then turned, very briefly and hoping the boy wouldn't notice, back to Spaz, giving her a brief apologetic look, before turning her face back to the front of the classroom where teacher ought to be, but was not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 18:53:24</strong>
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				Spazz leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, a funny little half-smile playing across her lips.<br><br>Hmmm.&nbsp; Sexy Goth librarians...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:31:48</strong>
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				Shawn looked at Call and got a grin on his face.<br><br>"If I may ask what are you smiling or grinning about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:39:04</strong>
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				"Hmmm?"<br><br>Spazz opened one eye.<br><br>"Me?&nbsp; Nobody.&nbsp; Why?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:45:50</strong>
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				Shawn glanced at Call and laughed<br><br>"Sure, well I don't know about all of you but I'm bored as hell so I'm just going to leave, it's not like we are going to get in trouble."<br><br>Shawn said as he got up and walked out of the classroom
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:47:38</strong>
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				Spazz watched him leave with one raised eyebrow.&nbsp; Did the five minute rule apply to high school?&nbsp; She'd heard of it, but as far as she knew it was purely for university stuff.<br><br>Besides, if she took off, she'd probably bump into the teacher running in the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:49:42</strong>
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				Absinthe watched the boy leave, and glanced curiously back at Spaz.<br><br>She forgot herself for a moment.<br><br>"Umm.&nbsp; So we can just go?&nbsp; Since the teacher's not here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:51:55</strong>
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				"Go where?"<br><br>Spazz blinked.<br><br>"Are you asking me out?"<br><br>She looks genuinely puzzled...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:54:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn looked at Call and laughed and before he walked out of the room h stopped at the door.<br><br>"Well if you want to follow me to my locker then I guess you can but isn't it a little early to be considering me asking you out I just met you like ten to fifteen minutes ago."<br><br>Shawn said with a chuckle as he walked out of the room
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:56:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz blinked again.<br><br>"I think he thought I was asking him," she said to the Goth.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; Wait, you probably...never mind.&nbsp; Sorry.&nbsp; My bad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:57:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absinthe turned again, eyes wide and with her face burning, certain that she was blushing (the horror!).<br><br>She tried to regain her composure, but it was all screwed up now, and she was frozen in place, not wanting to attract any more attention than she already had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:58:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's a yes, then?"<br><br>Spazz managed another half-smile.<br><br>"Okay."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 20:02:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She half turned, gaping slightly, before turning back around.<br><br>"I didn't mean.&nbsp; I meant.&nbsp; No class since no teacher."<br><br>She was clearly flustered and squirmed slightly in her chair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 20:05:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz grinned.<br><br>"Yeah, I know!&nbsp; But I'd say yes anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 20:07:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She turned back around.<br><br>"Umm.&nbsp; But, you're not .. well, Goth.&nbsp; Why would you hang out with me?"<br><br>She really looked puzzled.&nbsp; Goths and non-Goths were like ... well, they didn't hang out.&nbsp; Goths were the outcasts and no one liked them so they had to stick together to other Goths.&nbsp; Right?&nbsp; Isn't that what the whole point was?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 20:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why wouldn't I?"<br><br>Spazz went back to looking confused.<br><br>"I mean, if I want to make out to Mille Anni Passi Sunt, and I don't wanna risk waking up in a family way the next morning, who else would I hang out with?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 20:22:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes went wide again, and her mouth gaped just slightly.&nbsp; She looked Spazz up and down carefully.<br><br>"So you <em>are</em> Goth," she said quietly.<br><br>Then she frowned.<br><br>"Or at least, not not Goth."<br><br>She shrugged, rather confusing herself with that, but like it mattered.<br><br>"So, umm, I guess we have til second period to hang out."<br><br>She shrugged again, looking uncertain (and decidedly non-Goth at that moment).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 20:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz blinked.<br><br>"So you don't mind the idea of making out to Corvus Corax?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 20:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mind?"<br><br>She laughed softly.<br><br>"Of course not."<br><br>Mentally, she was actually trying to consider just exactly how that would work, but she figured that if it didn't happen now it was bound to sooner or later in any case.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 20:35:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny noticed movement around her, and looked up from her text with a start to realize that people had started to leave. She frowned a little when she realized the teacher still wasn't here and she chewed on her lip, a little torn.<br><br>After a long agonizing moment of indecision, she decided to give the teacher at least five minutes before she gave up on him.&nbsp; Or her.&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure who was supposed to be teaching this year. <br><br>Not the best way to start off a new school year, by any stretch of the imagination.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 20:36:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cool."<br><br>Spazz closed her eyes again, smiling softly...<br><br>Meanwhile, Shawn caught a glimpse of a tall, balding man in an argyle vest stalking toward the classroom...if he hurried, he could probably make it back into his seat before the teacher arrived!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 21:21:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn caught a glimpse of a older looking man slowly making his way down the hall to a classroom and he had a breifcase and looked like a teacher so Shawn made his way back to the class and just before the teacher did. He went to his seat and sat down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 21:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absinthe watched Spazz with curiosity, changing to confusion, as she sat back and closed her eyes. &nbsp;It was as though the idea had more meaning than actually doing.<br><br>She turned back around, catching a glimpse of the other girl, overburdened with books, and clearly the smart one of the class.<br><br>She set her face to something morose and bored, turning to wait either on the teacher, or Spazz to decide to actually leave instead of day-dreaming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 21:28:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Less than ten seconds after Shawn's butt hit his seat, the door opens and a balding man who looks vaguely like Jason Alexander (plus eight inches, minus fifty pounds) in an argyle vest stalks in.<br><br>"Okay, people, settle down.&nbsp; Settle!"<br><br>He sets his book on the teacher's desk.<br><br>"My name is Mister McNeely, and normally I teach the general science courses.&nbsp; This of course means that I am supposedly quite qualified to teach first period sophomore level math.&nbsp; We'll start with roll call..."<br><br>He proceeds with that most conventional start-of-class ritual.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 21:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absinthe didn't have to fake the morose look that crossed her face when the teacher entered.&nbsp; She groaned inwardly and braced herself for the man to use her name "Misty" instead of her preferred Absinthe.&nbsp; Teachers were generally not very imaginative in that department.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 06:53:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn leaned back in his chair with his arms folded behind his head waiting for the class to actually start.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 19:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a brief roll-call in which Mister McNeely manages to mispronounce every other name, he turns and regards the blank chalkboard for a few moments.<br><br>"How many of you remember how to do something like this?"<br><br>He starts writing a rather complicated equation on the board...<br><br>Class proceeds, and it is even more mind-numbing than usual, since the current instructor seems to think that calculus is prefectly manageable by high school sophomores.&nbsp; Ironically, there is at least one person in class who <em>can</em> handle this...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 20:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sullen Absinthe was certainly not the one in the class who could handle calculus.&nbsp; Math was useless, she told herself, and a mixture of wide-eyed confusion and depressed moroseness crossed her features by turns as the Tool droned on about difficult and value-less numbers and equations. <br><br>Absinthe started tuning it out and began making a sketch in her notebook of a beautiful vampiric lady in a long flowing black silken dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 20:15:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Turning her head slightly, Spazz amused herself by trying to guess the Goth's bra size.&nbsp; And wondering whether inviting the jock to watch would be a turn-on or a turn-off for the morose emo girl. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 20:26:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny glances up from the biology text as the teacher comes in, then closes her book and puts it away, pulling out the proper textbook.&nbsp; AP Math had conflicted with her chemistry course, and though she didn't mind an easy class, she really wished she were in AP.<br><br>She blinks a bit as the equation goes onto the board, then looks around at everyone else.&nbsp; Those paying attention mostly have confused or lost expressions on their face.&nbsp; Was the teacher serious?&nbsp; That was easily a college-level equation, not typically something for soph math class.&nbsp; <br><br>She waits for another moment, and when it becomes apparent that no one else is going to raise their hand, she tentatively puts hers in the air. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 20:34:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mister McNeely, being no idiot, calls on the 'sexy librarian' in the third row...<br><br>"Alright, Jennifer, since none of your contemporaries seem to be up to a little basic math, why don't you take a crack at this one?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 20:39:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes sir," she murmurs, and steps out of her seat to walk up to the chalkboard.&nbsp; <br><br>She considers the problem for a moment, one hand on a hip and her head tilted slightly to the side, then nods to herself and picks up the chalk stick. <br><br>With quick, sure strokes, she moves through all the steps of the equation, barely stopping to read each line before she brings the problem to a close with the integers on one side, the answers on the other.&nbsp; She gives Mr. McNeely a bright, cheerful smile and sets the chalk back carefully on the little ledge, then proceeds back to her desk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 20:42:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very good!&nbsp; Now let's move on..."<br><br>Mister McNeely goes back to lecturing as Jenny sits.&nbsp; And that sets the tone for the next forty minutes.<br><br>Finally the bell rings, ending the agony of a substitute instructor, day one, period one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 20:44:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glanced up from her drawing with a brief glance of irritation (and envy) for the pretty and smart girl who was returning to her desk with a smug look on her face. &nbsp;She glanced at the formulae on the board, no wiser as to the solution of the problem, and returned to her drawing. &nbsp;Shading in details, such an important step ....<br><br>When the bell rang, she closed her notebook and placed both it and her pencil into an oversized black bag.&nbsp; If anyone else around her wondered where she kept her books, the answer was simple.&nbsp; She didn't have them.<br><br>She stood to leave, thinking to seek out her new Gothic friends, but glancing back at Spazz for a moment.&nbsp; Hesitating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 21:05:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny packed up her things and started heading out of the classroom, settling her bookbag more firmly on her shoulder.&nbsp; Despite solving the first problem, she'd quickly grown bored of the material, despite it being at a more advanced level.&nbsp; Instead, she'd spent the period doodling silly sketches in the margins of her notebook.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 21:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz stretched and got to her feet lazily, following Absinthe.&nbsp; Passing the Goth, she leaned a bit too close for comfort...<br><br>"Nice sketch," she whispered to the girl in passing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:07:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glanced at Spazz in surprise, eyes wide.<br><br>"Umm .. thanks," she said quietly.&nbsp; She paused a moment, then taking a deep breath she trotted after Spazz.<br><br>"Say," she said quietly, "I hope you ... I just want to keep a .. well, reputation I guess.&nbsp; Umm, that jock guy really kinda got to me, you know?&nbsp; And did you ... umm ... mean what you said earlier too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:11:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Which part?"<br><br>Spazz tilts her head and smiles.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; You mean about wanting to make out?"<br><br>She pauses for a few steps.<br><br>"Mayyyyyyyyybe.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Interested?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn caught a glimpse of the goth wannabe but thought to let it go. He walked after the smart girl.<br><br>"Nice one cutey make everyone look stupid good job."<br><br>Shawn said as he passed her.<br><br>"O and don't hurt yourself caring all those books around thats what a lockers for."<br><br>He said walking backwards before he turned around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:16:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny stopped and stared at the jock that went by.&nbsp; She blinked at him twice as he congratulated her for making the entire class look dumb.&nbsp; She didn't think he was joking; she should be used to mocking comments about her intelligence, but she found she still wasn't.&nbsp; <br><br>She mumbled something about needing to get to her next class, and scurried off, heavy bookbag swaying behind her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:20:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn walked into his next class and went to his seat not paying any attention to who was sitting next to him. He looked to his side and noticed it was the smart girl.<br><br>"This makes it three times now right?"<br><br>Shawn said with a smile as he kept running into this girl that was cute but the opposite of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny settled into her seat and shoved the bookbag underneath.&nbsp; She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, blowing out a long breath when a voice came from her right.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the jock from five minutes ago.&nbsp; She couldn't follow him.&nbsp; "Huh? Three times for what? And..." She bit her lip, not wanting to come across as condescending or anything, but she truly wanted to know.&nbsp; "You're taking physics?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:57:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn grinned and leaned back in his chair.<br><br>"Well we have ran into each other three times now and I take what I'm told to take."<br><br>Shawn said with a laugh
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 23:15:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg869736#msg869736">Quote from: MadPanda on 12-10-2008, 22:11:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Which part?"<br><br>Spazz tilts her head and smiles.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; You mean about wanting to make out?"<br><br>She pauses for a few steps.<br><br>"Mayyyyyyyyybe.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Interested?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Ummm ...."<br><br>Her cheeks took on a more natural hue, apparently a blush beneath her pale makeup.<br><br>"Maybe," she said quietly.&nbsp; She looked rather awkward for a moment, before a slight smile crossed her darkened lips.<br><br>"You really listen to Corvus Corax?"<br><br>She noticed they seemed to be moving in the same direction.<br><br>"Hey, wouldn't it be something if we had second period class together too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 23:27:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz grins.<br><br>"Okay.&nbsp; And yes, I do really listen to Corvus Corax!"<br><br>She almost starts skipping along to her next class...<br><br>Where she finds the Jock and the Librarian already seated next to each other.<br><br>"Whoa!&nbsp; Do you two know each other from somewhere?"<br><br>She finds her seat (right behind the Librarian, next to and behind the Jock) and stretches out, waiting to see what she can see, a smile playing across her lips.&nbsp; Apparently the Goth was willing to experiment a little, and in spite of herself Spazz found herself seriously considering the possibilities.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 00:53:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have?"&nbsp; <br><br>She glances up as the others enter the room, and gives a friendly nod and smile to the Goth and Spazz.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:06:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She almost laughed, which would have been very not Goth, not at all, though she was starting to think of Spazz as an (honorary) Goth which helped.<br><br>And it really didn't phase her this time when she found the other two in the same classroom.&nbsp; She found her seat near Spazz, and tried to not look at the jock who was also quite nearby.&nbsp; <br><br>She allowed herself a slight smile to the smart girl, thinking maybe it wasn't so bad to be at least a little friendly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:22:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz lets her eyes trace the Librarian's neck, just above her collar, and lets her tongue peek out from between her lips.<br><br>However, before the girl can plot much mischief, Mister McNeely enters.<br><br>"Good morning, good morning, sit down, all of you..."<br><br>He turns and starts writing on the chalkboard, waiting for the bell to ring and class to begin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tilted her head as the same teacher walked into the classroom, puzzled.&nbsp; She glanced down at her class schedule and saw "Physics, Ms. Edwards".&nbsp; In some confusion, she double-checked the door number against the one on her sheet, and found that she was in the right place.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked behind her, realizing the girls from her previous class were also here.&nbsp; Coincidence or not, it was beginning to feel like an episode of the Twilight Zone, especially with the same teacher and most of the same people.&nbsp; She leaned behind her and whispered to the goth and the raver-wannabe, "Is this guy supposed to be teaching both classes, or am I missing something here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absinthe groaned quietly, pulling out her notebook even before the droning began, and started to fill in shades and details on her vampire sketch.<br><br>She occasionally glanced over to Spazz, but her heart fell as she saw the girl ogling the smart, sexy girl.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg870522#msg870522">Quote from: Rhapsody on 13-10-2008, 02:27:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> She leaned behind her and whispered to the goth and the raver-wannabe, "Is this guy supposed to be teaching both classes, or am I missing something here?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She glanced over to the smart girl, slightly surprised at the whispered question.<br><br>"Umm .. yeah, I guess so."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz shrugs.<br><br>"I dunno. &nbsp;But he's writing 'Mr. Edwards' on the board."<br><br>Giving the Librarian a grin, Spazz goes back to bobbing her head to the music in her mind.<br><br>"You tango?"<br><br>She turned back to Absinthe and gave the Goth a warmer smile and a wink.<br><br>"I bet she won't rhumba, even if we ask nicely."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:42:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				We?<br><br>She shrugged at Spazz, with a slight smile on her face.&nbsp; She was warming up to Spazz for sure, and really kind of forgetting the whole Goth Image thing, at least for the moment.<br><br>"We could try," she replied quietly with a slight snicker.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:53:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But what if she says yes?&nbsp; Then where are we?"<br><br>Spazz giggles softly, licking her lips and waggling her eyebrows at Absinthe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:58:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowned slightly.<br><br>"Welll ... a bit crowded perhaps but it could be worked out."<br><br>She shrugged and her frown became a grin.&nbsp; She had to admit, this was a better school year than the last several had been, and it was only second period, first day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 03:00:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just us, then," Spazz whispers to her new friend.&nbsp; "I like that idea.&nbsp; Hey, maybe I could even model for you sometime?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 03:06:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absinthe leaned closer to Spazz, a genuine and relaxed smile on her face.<br><br>"Ok then, us.&nbsp; And yeah, I think I would enjoy drawing you.&nbsp; Ever considered being a vampire?"<br><br>She chuckled softly at the question which wasn't entirely serious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 03:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dunno.&nbsp; Not really my thing, I guess.&nbsp; But they do get cool lingerie..."<br><br>Spazz puts a melodramatic wrist to her forehead and pretends to swoon.<br><br>"All those black silk spiderwebby things!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 03:22:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Steve had a study hall first period, and had fallen asleep at his table. Just his luck, no one thought to wake him up, so he showed up a few minutes late to his first real class of the day- Physics, with a Ms. Edwards. He had heard that Physics was a really tough class, and his heart jumped up into his throat as he turned the doorknob to face the class already in session. Instead of a woman, however, he saw a man at the chalkboard.</em> "Uhh..." <em>Was all Steve could muster, before scanning the room for an empty seat.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 03:54:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg870656#msg870656">Quote from: MadPanda on 13-10-2008, 03:10:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I dunno.&nbsp; Not really my thing, I guess.&nbsp; But they do get cool lingerie..."<br><br>Spazz puts a melodramatic wrist to her forehead and pretends to swoon.<br><br>"All those black silk spiderwebby things!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Absinthe grinned widely at the girl's humor.&nbsp; She was cool, and the whole goth/not-goth thing had vanished from her mind completely.<br><br>"Well, I will draw you all spiderwebby and see how you like it."<br><br>She happened to glance up as a new boy entered the room, and her heart skipped a beat.&nbsp; For a moment she considered reverting to type, so he wouldn't see her talking to a non-Goth.&nbsp; Then, she realized he wasn't strictly in the Goth scene.&nbsp; Metal, perhaps?&nbsp; Or Goth but not connected.&nbsp; <br><br>Or whatever, it didn't really matter, did it?&nbsp; She liked Spazz, and that was more important than groups or labels.&nbsp; Or at least, she told herself that now, sitting near Spazz and without any of the school's other Goths watching her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 04:22:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Steve saw the little goth girl and gave an internal snort. He never really cared for their type, or their music, but they weren't all that bad. Just a bit out there. She was pretty good looking however, so he took his seat near the front of the class, a few seats in front of her. Some people called him an overachiever; Steve just liked to learn.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 04:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay," Spazz smiled. &nbsp;"We'll talk later..."<br><br>Mister McNeely finally turned around.<br><br>"We meet again," he said dryly. &nbsp;"And for those of you who don't already know me, my name is Mister McNeely and today seems to be my day as designated place holder. &nbsp;Your scheduled teacher, Mister Edwards..."<br><br>He paused, glancing at his clipboard.<br><br>"Pardon me, I mean <em>Ms.</em> Edwards, should be here in about ten minutes. &nbsp;Until then, I advise you to crack those books and read the first few pages of your text."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 04:39:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bookless, Absinthe shrugged, and returned to working on her sketch.&nbsp; Some more detail here and there, a little dribble of blood from the side of her mouth, and she decided the sketch was as good as she could make it, on lined notebook paper.<br><br>Carefully, she turned several pages, making sure the sketch was protected, and stared for a moment at the fresh, blank page.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 14:16:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Steve promptly took advantage of this moment by laying his head on his desk and catching a few more winks.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 14:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny shrugged and opened her notebook, propping her chin on her hand and doodling on the back of the cover.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 16:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mister McNeely leaned on the front of the teacher's desk, arms crossed, watching the clock with a stern expression.<br><br>Spazz leaned over to one side in hopes of getting a look at Absinthe's new sketch...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 18:08:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>After a minute or two of sleepless rest, Steve propped his head back up, and that's when he noticed that Jennifer girl a few seats to his right. He was a member of quiz bowl and had often heard his fellow bowlers talk about recruiting her to the team, and he was always left without a comment, for until now he never even got this close to the girl, although he recognized her from the hallways. When Steve saw the seat between them was void, he moved his stuff over and attempted a conversation.</em><br><br>"You taking this because you like Physics, or do you just need the credits?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 19:24:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny had long finished her doodles in the margins, and had moved on to physics problems from her text book.&nbsp; It only made sense to her that she actually do something that fit with the course she was in at the time, even if those problems likely wouldn't be covered for weeks if not months yet.&nbsp; She covered one page in her neat handwriting, chewing on the end of her pencil as she ran through each equation in her head before scribbling down the right answer.&nbsp; <br><br>Movement from her left brought her out of her concentration and she brushed a long lock of blonde hair out of her eyes when she turned to look at the new arrival at the desk beside her.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: HPDDJ</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>"You taking this because you like Physics, or do you just need the credits?" </em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Me? Oh, no," she said with a friendly laugh.&nbsp; "A bit of both, I suppose.&nbsp; I like physics, but the school isn't offering an AP course for sophomores this year.&nbsp; So, here I am," she finished with a rueful shrug.&nbsp; "How about you? You here because you like it, or because you need the course?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 20:20:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg871932#msg871932">Quote from: Rhapsody on 13-10-2008, 19:24:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jenny had long finished her doodles in the margins, and had moved on to physics problems from her text book.&nbsp; It only made sense to her that she actually do something that fit with the course she was in at the time, even if those problems likely wouldn't be covered for weeks if not months yet.&nbsp; She covered one page in her neat handwriting, chewing on the end of her pencil as she ran through each equation in her head before scribbling down the right answer.&nbsp; <br><br>Movement from her left brought her out of her concentration and she brushed a long lock of blonde hair out of her eyes when she turned to look at the new arrival at the desk beside her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Me? Oh, no," she said with a friendly laugh.&nbsp; "A bit of both, I suppose.&nbsp; I like physics, but the school isn't offering an AP course for sophomores this year.&nbsp; So, here I am," she finished with a rueful shrug.&nbsp; "How about you? You here because you like it, or because you need the course?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Steve just sort of shrugged.</em> "I suppose I'm just taking it for the credit, because this is going to have nothing to do with my major in college anyways." <em>He opened his book to the same page she had hers on and examined the exercises for a moment, before speaking again.</em> "So you're Jenny, right? I'm Steve."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 20:24:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I'm Jenny," She frowned, still chewing on the end of her pencil as she tried to place that name.&nbsp; Then she remembered and her face brightened.&nbsp; "Oh! You're on the quiz team with Brian and Todd, right?&nbsp; They were forever trying to recruit me onto that last year."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 20:42:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn could see that the smart girl was talking to someone else and still chewing on her pencil.<br><br>"If you keep chewing on that pencil like that you might turn somebody on."<br><br>Shawn said with a chuckle as he made eye contact with the new guy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:13:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes went wide as she turned to regard the jock, pencil still in the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; "Excuse me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:59:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nathan was late, he had to organize his parking permit with the school which had eaten up a good portion of his time. After the clerk made a fuss about him not having a license he explained he had a work permit and a waiver signed by his mom, showing proof of insurance he ran halfway across campus to the first class. <br><em>"Physics....what the fuck do I have physics for!" </em> He grumbled as he arrived at the classroom, the back door was locked meaning he was going to have to disrupt the entire class and come in through the front. Taking a breath he opened the door, his chest heaving in response to his running. He wore a tight pair of jeans, a pair of black leather boots, his button down black shirt tucked into his pants which drew attention to his large belt *buckle*..<br>He looked for an empty seat but had to stop as he could not find one...from his panic.<br><br>((http://howcool.com/catalog/popup-images/L13-LAB16GL.jpg &lt;--- in case you want to see mentioned belt buckle, I wasn't about to link image in thread))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 00:17:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg871690#msg871690">Quote from: MadPanda on 13-10-2008, 16:41:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mister McNeely leaned on the front of the teacher's desk, arms crossed, watching the clock with a stern expression.<br><br>Spazz leaned over to one side in hopes of getting a look at Absinthe's new sketch...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Spazz looking, and grinned.&nbsp; She had started work on a male vampire to accompany her previous sketch, but with a wicked glint in her eye she turned the page and did a quick sketch of Spazz' face ... a rough outline but with enough detail that she would (hopefully at least) recognize herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 00:19:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz let her tongue peek out again, a quick flash of pink to distract and amuse as she let her eyes brush along Absinthe's neck...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 00:32:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried to keep from giggling (boy, would <em>that </em>be wrong, for a Goth!) and in revenge for Spazz' little distraction, gave her sketch a pair of vampire fangs and wings for ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 00:50:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz pouted playfully, smiled, and leaned back in her seat, watching Absinthe work out of the corner of one eye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg872040#msg872040">Quote from: Rhapsody on 13-10-2008, 20:24:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yeah, I'm Jenny," She frowned, still chewing on the end of her pencil as she tried to place that name.&nbsp; Then she remembered and her face brightened.&nbsp; "Oh! You're on the quiz team with Brian and Todd, right?&nbsp; They were forever trying to recruit me onto that last year."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Yeah", <em>Steve said, remembering that pair. Besides their love for random trivia they never had anything in common and when Quiz Bowl was over for the year, he barely spoke to them besides a few words exchanged in the hallway. Steve was about to keep the small talk going when that big guy behind them made a snide comment about her pencil. Instead of commenting, he gave the guy a long, dirty look while he waited for him to answer Jenny's astonished question.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:16:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Excuse me for what Jenny?"<br><br>Shawn said with a grin as he caught the new guys dirty look.<br><br>"Hey no need for dirty looks now your already dirty enough yourself."<br><br>Shawn said with a grin as he looked at the messy guy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even Absinthe had to look up at the jock at his last little snide remark.&nbsp; She tried to keep her face morose and disinterested, but she was frankly too disgusted with him to accomplish it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:25:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny bristled, more on Steve's behalf than her own, and that was fairly obvious from the way her shoulders only set after Shawn made the comment about him being dirty. <br><br>"If you have nothing nice to say," she said frostily, "please don't say anything at all." <br><br>And she turned her back on him, facing Steve once again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:29:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Steve took genuine offense to that, and his anger deflated to make room for his bruised ego. He made a point of showering daily, and ran his hand unconsciously through his clean ponytail before turning back to the front of the class.</em> "Some people, I can't believe I used to hang out with jerks like that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:43:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn looked at the ponytail guy and rolled his eyes and then he turned and looked at the smart girl.<br><br>"Ok I'm sorry I won't say anything mean if you don't want me to but I do think your sexy."<br><br>Shawn said with a grin
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 02:38:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She just gave him a look over her shoulder.&nbsp; "You shouldn't say anything mean period, whether I want you to or not.&nbsp; It's common courtesy to be polite." And then she spun away from him again. <br><br>"Pay no attention to him," she said to Steve in a very quiet tone.&nbsp; "I think he had a bowl of bad Wheaties this morning or something."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 03:58:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A bit relived he found a seat and looked around, looks like this class was a free-study period by the actions of all the students. He shrugged and pulled out a class schedule checking if this school had anything that would interest him, mostly auto shop. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 16:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg873037#msg873037">Quote from: Rhapsody on 14-10-2008, 02:38:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She just gave him a look over her shoulder.&nbsp; "You shouldn't say anything mean period, whether I want you to or not.&nbsp; It's common courtesy to be polite." And then she spun away from him again. <br><br>"Pay no attention to him," she said to Steve in a very quiet tone.&nbsp; "I think he had a bowl of bad Wheaties this morning or something."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Steve suppressed a chuckle and the urge to look back at the bonehead behind them. After regaining his composure, he spoke up again.</em> "Where's this Edwards person, anyways? This is getting kind of ridiculous, I'd say."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 19:23:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz leaned waaaaay over until her lips almost brushed Absinthe's ear.<br><br>"Guess what I'm thinking about right now," she whispered huskily, returning to her seat with a teasing little half-smile.<br><br>At the head of the class, Mister McNeely checked his watch with a scowl.<br><br>"I don't hear a lot of quiet studying going on," he grumbled, giving Steve a pointed look.&nbsp; "Now, unless some of you very active young people would like to volunteer for extra study time in detention after school, I'd suggest you settle down."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 23:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absinthe shivered at Spazz' almost-touch, the sound, and the sensation, of her suggestive whisper breathing over her ear.<br><br>She glanced back at Spazz with a grin on her face, almost answering back, when Mr McNeely's voice caught her short, and she glanced up morosely (again, not acting) at him as he chided the students.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 00:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the teacher at the front of the class snapped out his not-too-subtle threat, Jenny studiously turned her attention towards her notebook.&nbsp; Quietly, she said to Steve, "I don't know, but Mr. McNeely there was late to class last period.&nbsp; Maybe there's a bug going 'round the teacher's lounge?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 00:17:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg877879#msg877879">Quote from: Rhapsody on 16-10-2008, 00:13:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As the teacher at the front of the class snapped out his not-too-subtle threat, Jenny studiously turned her attention towards her notebook.&nbsp; Quietly, she said to Steve, "I don't know, but Mr. McNeely there was late to class last period.&nbsp; Maybe there's a bug going 'round the teacher's lounge?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>For a minute Steve thought she had given him a reference to the Teen Horror film "The Faculty", but after a moment he caught her drift, or so he believed. With a lewd grin, Steve said</em> "He does look quite hot and bothered, and all too eager to get back to said lounge."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 00:28:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave Steve a worried glance.&nbsp; "You okay?&nbsp; You're grimacing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 00:34:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg877895#msg877895">Quote from: Rhapsody on 16-10-2008, 00:28:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She gave Steve a worried glance.&nbsp; "You okay?&nbsp; You're grimacing."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Steve's expression changed to one of confusion and abashment.</em> "Really? I thought I was grinning. Maybe that was just my stage face. You can't smile in metal, or so they tell me." <em>As his thoughts settled on music, he rapped his fingertips on the desk, giving a slight galloping sound. Perhaps a nervous tick, or a habitual expression of joy.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 01:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I dunno..." she said, scribbling on the book.&nbsp; Big loopy hearts, stick figures, all the mindless stuff people doodle when they're not really focussing on their art.&nbsp; "You can smile in metal.&nbsp; You just have to look really ominous and intimidating when you do it. Like you're having some really evil thoughts or something. Otherwise, it's just the really intense, Hetfield-singing-One expression that's most common."<br><br>She glanced up and brushed her hair out of her face with a tiny grin.&nbsp; "Yeah, I know something about metal.&nbsp; That surprise you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 01:33:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Waiting until Mister McNeely was otherwise directed, Spazz breathed into Absinthe's ear again...<br><br>"Feeling like a bad girl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 01:48:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absinthe squirmed at the feather-touch of Spazz' breath tickling her ear.<br><br>She turned slightly, glancing at Spazz, and nodding slowly as a wicked looking grin crossed her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 01:53:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How bad?"<br><br>Spazz grinned, let the very tip of her tongue touch Absinthe's ear, and then pulled away, seating herself just in the nick of time, managing to look completely innocent as Mister McNeely glances her way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 01:59:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again, she was about to answer when Spazz sat back, and she turned in her chair.<br><br>In time to catch a pointed glare in her direction.<br><br>"Miss Thomas."<br><br>She cringed.<br><br>"Is there something you would like to share with the class?"<br><br>She frowned and grabbed her pencil, looking down studiously at the textbook she didn't have on her desk.<br><br>He nodded, and tapped his fingertips together, and resumed watching the clock hoping for the proper teacher to arrive.<br><br>((OOC: just borrowing Mr McNeely for the moment :P ))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 15:14:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz gave Absinthe a sympathetic look when the teacher was again occupied elsewhere...and again let her tongue peek out, just a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 19:25:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn looked up at the teacher and smirked. He grabbed his ipod and turned it on and put his head down and just took a nap but only after he looked at the rocker wanna be and grinned. something was different about her and the goth wanna be wasn't do a very good job.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 22:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg877929#msg877929">Quote from: Rhapsody on 16-10-2008, 01:06:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh, I dunno..." she said, scribbling on the book.&nbsp; Big loopy hearts, stick figures, all the mindless stuff people doodle when they're not really focussing on their art.&nbsp; "You can smile in metal.&nbsp; You just have to look really ominous and intimidating when you do it. Like you're having some really evil thoughts or something. Otherwise, it's just the really intense, Hetfield-singing-One expression that's most common."<br><br>She glanced up and brushed her hair out of her face with a tiny grin.&nbsp; "Yeah, I know something about metal.&nbsp; That surprise you?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>It in fact did catch him off guard, and he grinned.</em> "Yeah, it does actually. I would have taken you for a Dream Theater type of girl. Smart, beautiful and amazingly complex. I still can't make any sound out of the guitar that sounds like their solos."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 00:27:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg879085#msg879085">Quote from: MadPanda on 16-10-2008, 15:14:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Spazz gave Absinthe a sympathetic look when the teacher was again occupied elsewhere...and again let her tongue peek out, just a little.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She glanced back to Spazz with a little smirk.&nbsp; She hadn't a care for what any of the others were thinking, nor any concern for the "correct" Goth way to do things.&nbsp; She liked Spazz, and there it was.<br><br>She mouthed "very" to Spazz, answering her previous question.<br><br>She turned in time to look busy when the "teacher" scanned back over the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 00:32:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg879767#msg879767">Quote from: HPDDJ on 16-10-2008, 22:02:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>It in fact did catch him off guard, and he grinned.</em> "Yeah, it does actually. I would have taken you for a Dream Theater type of girl. Smart, beautiful and amazingly complex. I still can't make any sound out of the guitar that sounds like their solos."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well... John Petrucci is regarded as one of the best guitarists in the world," she said absently, shading in one of the fat, sprawling hearts in her notebook.&nbsp; "You'd have to be some kind of serious prodigy to match him at, what are you, sixteen?"&nbsp; She smiled briefly to take any possible sting out of her words.&nbsp; <br><br>She shrugged then.&nbsp; "Dad's an accountant.&nbsp; Come tax time every year, he brings his work home and listens to music nonstop while he balances the sheets and fills out forms for his clients.&nbsp; &nbsp;I've been listening to Metallica, KMFDM, Sisters of Mercy and Ministry since I was crawling."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 01:25:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg880081#msg880081">Quote from: Rhapsody on 17-10-2008, 00:32:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well... John Petrucci is regarded as one of the best guitarists in the world," she said absently, shading in one of the fat, sprawling hearts in her notebook.&nbsp; "You'd have to be some kind of serious prodigy to match him at, what are you, sixteen?"&nbsp; She smiled briefly to take any possible sting out of her words.&nbsp; <br><br>She shrugged then.&nbsp; "Dad's an accountant.&nbsp; Come tax time every year, he brings his work home and listens to music nonstop while he balances the sheets and fills out forms for his clients.&nbsp; &nbsp;I've been listening to Metallica, KMFDM, Sisters of Mercy and Ministry since I was crawling."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Steve nodded at the Petrucci comment, and the guess at his age. </em>"Yeah, 16 for a few months now. Got my license just about two weeks ago," <em>he said with a happy grin. It had only taken him one try to get the license. When she listed the various bands her father had listened to, he nodded or shrugged at every one of them. </em>"Thrash, industrial and goth rock eh? I'm more of a Death and Progressive person, but any form of metal's fine by me." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 01:28:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz shivered in her seat and shut her eyes, suddenly overcome with her building sense of curious excitement.&nbsp; If only class would end!&nbsp; Or begin, because then it would end...and after that...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 04:18:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The teacher was again distracted and she turned back to Spazz, noting with a grin that her eyes were closed.&nbsp; She quickly turned a page in her notebook and did a sketch of Spazz with little Zzz<sub>zzz</sub>s flying out of her mouth with bat wings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 05:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not so much a fan of thrash, but industrial takes up more of my iPod's playlist than most in my particular circle of fashion--" she gestured at her jeans with the flowers embroidered up one leg and red t-shirt, "--would admit to.&nbsp; I just like music with a message, and I'm sure not going to get that with most of the pop on the charts these days."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 05:39:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz gave Absinthe another guilty glance from between mostly closed eyelids, a blush rising to her cheeks as she contemplated what she was going to do once the two of them got a little privacy...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 05:50:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absinthe smiled widely, trying to avoid giggling, as she saw Spazz' cheeks begin to turn crimson.&nbsp; She drew a little thought balloon above her sketch of a sleeping Spazz and sketched within a somewhat racy image of what she figured Spazz must have on her mind ....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 05:52:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing even more when she sensed she was 'caught' daydreaming, Spazz opened her eyes and gave Absinthe an openly interested smile...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 06:03:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glanced over to Spazz with a wide grin and held up her note book page, pointing to the sketch within the thought baloon.<br><br>"Ahem."<br><br>She turned and quickly turned the notebook page.<br><br>"Miss Thomas?&nbsp; Where is your book?&nbsp; Perhaps you could be doing something more worthwhile with your time than making dirty sketches."<br><br>Mr McNeely's face was gradually going from impatient tolerance to apoplexy.<br><br>"The rest of you as well.&nbsp; Where are your books?&nbsp; This is a place of learning, not a play-ground.&nbsp; You are no longer in kindergarten, and it would do you ... all of you ... well to remember this."<br><br>He turned an especially pointed glare to Jenny as he said this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 06:06:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz gave Absinthe an apologetic smile and propped her book open on her desk...on end, as if meaning to hide behind it from a certain grouchy teacher.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 07:08:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn raised his head from his arms and paused it ipod.<br><br>"Why does it matter if we don't have our books and your not a very smart teacher counting that you were late to first period and it's the first day so we don't have books yet and really what you say isn't important because your not a real teacher your a sub and we well I don't really care for subs at all especially the ones that are late to class and then try to get the kids in trouble."<br><br>Shawn said defending himself and his fellow classmates before he put his head back in his arms and turned the ipod back on 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 14:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think," Mister McNeely answered dryly, "that someone's going to be sitting in detention today.&nbsp; And, in fact, for most of the rest of the week."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 19:47:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg885243#msg885243">Quote from: Rhapsody on 19-10-2008, 05:21:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm not so much a fan of thrash, but industrial takes up more of my iPod's playlist than most in my particular circle of fashion--" she gestured at her jeans with the flowers embroidered up one leg and red t-shirt, "--would admit to.&nbsp; I just like music with a message, and I'm sure not going to get that with most of the pop on the charts these days."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well", <em>Steve started</em>, "clothing style does not always give away what you listen to. In many occasions yes, but I don't always dress like this," <em>he said as he gestured to the Machine Head shirt he wore,</em> "But this is the music I like. I bet you couldn't tell from looking at me, though, that I really do like a lot of rap and even some of that hardcore garbage." <em>As the temp got too antsy and barked at one of the students, Steve flipped one of the pages in the book and acted like he was reading.</em> "Besides, you look good in the clothes you wear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 02:52:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing furiously at his last, seemingly offhanded comment, Jenny ducked her head and stared at her notebook.&nbsp; She ignored the teacher's pointed look at her; if he cared to come check, she had three pages covered with equations. She also resisted the urge to shake her head in amazement at Shawn mouthing off to Mr. McNeely.<br><br>"Thanks," she murmured to Steve after far too long a pause.&nbsp; The flush on her cheeks only deepened, she could feel from the heat rushing into them.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 19:04:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg889157#msg889157">Quote from: Rhapsody on 21-10-2008, 02:52:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Blushing furiously at his last, seemingly offhanded comment, Jenny ducked her head and stared at her notebook.&nbsp; She ignored the teacher's pointed look at her; if he cared to come check, she had three pages covered with equations. She also resisted the urge to shake her head in amazement at Shawn mouthing off to Mr. McNeely.<br><br>"Thanks," she murmured to Steve after far too long a pause.&nbsp; The flush on her cheeks only deepened, she could feel from the heat rushing into them.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>After he saw Jennifer blush, he looked back to the front of the room, pretending not to notice as he doodled a guitar tab in the margin of his notebook. When she finally spoke up, he said</em> "No problem. You okay over there?"<br><br><hr><em>Sylvia had been hanging out in the teacher's lounge when she was told the physics teacher was absent, and they had assigned her to fill the spot for a few periods. She grasped the doorknob and turned gently, hearing murmured voices from the other side, and walked in. McNeely, that creep, stood at the front of the room and looked up at her as she walked in. Sylvia adjusted the bag with her books, and said</em> "Mrs. Edwards can't be here, so I'm here to fill in. I think I can take it from here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 19:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see," Mister McNeely said dryly.&nbsp; "Very well, the class is yours."<br><br>He turned to give Shawn a pointed look, then gave Sylvia a quiet half-smile.&nbsp; "I'll just go have a quick word with the office about this scheduling issue."<br><br>He departed without further comment.<br><br><br>Behind her book, Spazz turned to smile at Absinthe again, licking her lips slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 01:10:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absinthe took the moment of confusion with the change-over of teachers to glance back to Spazz, smirking at her gesture, and Absinthe nodded slightly and lifted her sketch once more, pointing at it with her pencil and sticking her tongue (pink, and not even pierced!) out from behind her blackened lips, before turning around hastily and switching to a clean sheet of paper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 02:12:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz giggled softly, pressing her slender thighs together under her desk, letting her eyes dip to Absinthe's chest just for a moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 06:21:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Sylvia sat down at the teacher's desk, and found the attendance sheet. After taking attendance, she said to the class,</em> "I'm not exactly a Physics teacher, and since this class is already halfway over, let's play a game." <em>With a smirk, she pulled a nerf ball about a half-foot in diameter from her bag, and tossed it to Spazz.</em> "Calliope, tell us a little about yourself, and then throw the ball to someone else in the room."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 14:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz caught the ball, squeaked a little as the teacher intoned her <em>other</em> name.<br><br>"Uhhhhm...I go by Spazz, 'cause I'm not one.&nbsp; And, uhm, I do music.&nbsp; Mixes an' stuff."<br><br>She tossed the ball at the loudmouth jock sitting next to the sexy librarian type.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 23:59:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn caught the little nerf ball one handed.<br><br>"Well my name is Shawn but I go by people call me Skills and I love sports and i'm looking for the right girl."<br><br>Shawn said as he tossed the ball to Jennifer the sexy smart girl
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 21:06:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura slipped into the class and headed for the closest desk to the door, in hopes her tardiness wouldn't count against her. She was wearing her cheer uniform and looked to the substitute waiting to give her explanation for being late. As everyone settled, she looked around and pushed back an errant blonde lock from her face tucking it behind one ear. Her small form fit well into the desk and she crossed her legs, leaving one tennis shoe clad foot to bounce a bit. She opened her notebook and pulled her pencil from the spiral end laying it down. She noticed the ball flying around and half hoped she was last to be pelted with it. Turning in her seat now she leaned forward slightly and watched as people began their introductions. Skills... she smiled at that and looked to the next person, having missed the DJ girl's intro. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 21:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Skills caught a glimpse of the late cheerleader entering the classroom. She sat down next to him and he leaned over in his seat and whispered to her.<br><br>"I thought cheerleaders were never late I thought they were always on time...."<br><br>Skills said with a grin on his face as he returned his body back to his desk space.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 21:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as he leaned upward her she raised a brow and listened to him whispering to her before chuckling a bit. She looked to the teacher and then back to him and whispered back discreetly. <br><br><strong>"I wasn't late. I got here right when -I- thought I would. Besides, I had to go see the coach for practice after school. Aren't you supposed to be lifting weights or drinking protein shakes or some such?"</strong> <br><br>She teased him back and grinned having seen him before at practice. He was cute enough and had a body to die for, not to mention he sure knew how to handle a ball.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 21:42:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn aka Skills smiled at her remark and then whispered back to her.<br><br>"Well it is called school so I do have to go to class and on a side note I'm no stranger to lies or excuses you didn't go see your coach you were just late and don't won't to admit it but if the teach asks why you were late I got you covered."<br><br>Skills said as he glanced at her and then back at the front of the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 21:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes went wide at his words and she blushed a little without responding verbally. She turned as well and looked to the teacher trying to cool her burning cheeks. A small hand moved down to smooth her skirt and she shifted in her seat a little glancing over at the girl who had tossed the ball.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 06:03:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of her hand sliding down to her skirt and grinned.<br><br>"Don't tell me that I got you blushing and moving your hands down your skirt I've barely said anything."<br><br>Shawn whispered to her with a grin on his face as he looked at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 06:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She darted a glance back at him and gave him a scowl. Laura was thoroughly embarrassed now by his words. She whispers through tight lips as she leans back a bit toward him, her long blonde hair trailed along his desk. She did have a fiery temper and it showed now, one might have mistaken her for being a red head if they didn't see her face to face.<br><br><strong>"Not all girls fawn and melt over you Shawn."</strong><br><br>She was embarrassed and she would have melted over him, but he was the reason her face was bright red. She fumbled with her pencil and grabbed it before it went sailing across the room. She let out a quiet groan of frustration and straightened herself in her seat, hoping the bell for class would come sooner than later. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 06:55:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Sylvia had humorously watched the interaction between teh two students as well as the rest of the class, but finally she felt she should break up the little chat.</em> "There's plenty of time to talk in the hall after class, you two. Now let's hear what she has to say",<em> motioning to Jennifer.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 19:11:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn grinned as she thought every girl fell for him and it was almost true.<br><br>"Well if every girl falls for me as you say you would fall for me considering you are a girl and also every guy you know wants you because your the hot sexy smart cheerleader that everyone wants to get with."<br><br>Shawn said with a grin as he turned to face Jennifer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 19:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The teacher's interruption brought Spazz's attention from Absinthe to Sylvia...<br><br>And the shy, withdrawn composer let her eyes wander all over the woman for a moment, her thoughts going to very naughty places!&nbsp; Ah, but such forbidden things were unrealistic...<br><br>Still!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 00:24:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Absinthe saw Spazz' gaze wander, and once more turned away from her with a sullen sigh.&nbsp; She glances over at Sylvia.&nbsp; <br><br>She returned to a properly morose expression, and turned to face forward, turning a page in her notebook to fight her first instinctive urge to scribble out the sketch of her and Spazz.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 00:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz's attention did not wander for long.&nbsp; Something about Absinthe clearly fascinated her...and soon enough she was making eyes at the Goth again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 00:56:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This time Absinthe did not notice Spazz' gaze return, and she listlessly made some poor little sketches on her notebook paper, rather wanting this joke of a class to end .. preferably without the silly ball being thrown to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 01:00:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Waiting until Ms. Sylvia's attention was elsewhere, Spazz quickly reached out to brush Absinthe's cheek and neck, stroking her lightly just under the ear with one finger.<br><br>The trick, of course, was to return to full 'I'm paying attention' mode before anyone noticed!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 01:06:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered at the touch, trying to avoid an unseemly giggle, and turned full back to Spazz, shaking her head slightly.<br><br>"You," she mouthed quietly.<br><br>Yeah, Absinthe thought to herself, this Spazz was going to play hell with her Goth side for sure.&nbsp; It was going to be a very interesting year indeed ....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 01:08:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz licked her lips slowly, waggling her eyebrows at Absinthe...naughty thoughts welling up to a distracting degree!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 04:41:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Sylvia had caught the interaction out of her eye, and looked over to the pair of girls who kept touching each other.</em> "Alright, I don't think this is anatomy class, and it must sound really lame but I'm going to have to separate you two if this keeps up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 04:58:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a slight pout, Spass folds her hands behind her book and slumps down to avoid making eye contact with Hawt-for-Teacher.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 06:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura looked back at him again and just stared for a moment. As if. She laughed a little and smiled at him, before whispering quietly in response.<br><br><strong>"You caught me. I do want you."</strong><br><br>Then she stood up and held one hand to her chest and the other out toward Shawn in a dramatic gesture. <br><br>She sung out loudly to him, in perfect pitch and harmony, why she wasn't in the choir was beyond anyone else, maybe not enough time. <br><br><strong><em>Darling so it goes<br>Some things are meant to be<br>Take my hand, take my whole life too<br>For I cant help falling in love with you. </em></strong><br><br>She stopped herself before the teacher yelled at her for disturbing the class and she grinned at him before giving a wink. She settled back into her seat, crossing her legs and then looked to the teacher as if to say "I know." After looking to the teacher she looked back toward Jennifer wondering if the girl was just awestruck by Shawn into speechlessness or if she was daydreaming. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 06:55:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn glanced at Laura and then back to the front of the room and then when she got up and started singing something to him he was caught of guard and a little embarrassed. Shawn looked at her once she said down and then looked back to his desk.<br><br>*ring*<br><br>The bell sounded for the class to end and now school was over the first two days were always half days for some odd reason but Shawn didn't get to go home he got to go workout for football. Shawn grabbed his book bag and walked out of the class room and to his locker which the girls had already decorated and written skills on it. Shawn looked at his locker and smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 07:18:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura smirked as he was the one to get embarrassed this time. When the bell rang she nearly jumped out of her skin, not expecting it in the least. She knew she had cheer practice and would have to see Shawn again there. She just hoped her little embarrassing display here, didn't come back to bite her in the ass later. She gathered up her books and headed out to her locker. As she walked down to it a couple other cheerleaders came up to her and they chatted as they walked, mostly about other boys and she told them about what happened in class with Shawn. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 07:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Laura and her cheer leading friends were walking past his locker he grabbed Lauras skirt and pulled her ove rto him and gave her a nice big kiss on the lips and then he closed his locker and walked off to the boys locker room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 07:30:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being jerked back and to the side by her skirt she squeaked a bit grabbing the opposite side to keep it up on her hips. She wasn't expecting the kiss as Shawn pulled her against him. She just stared blankly after him as he walked off. It wasn't as if Laura had never been kissed before. But she had never been kissed in that way, unexpectedly and then left stammering for answers. The other girls were whispering amongst themselves now and she felt her face flush red as she was more than embarrassed. She hurried back over to the group and started answering the barrage of questions about him. <br><br><em>Are you dating, Skillz?.....OMG, does he do that all the time?....How was it?....Does he kiss good?....Did he feel you up too?</em> <br><br>She seemed flustered as they questioned her and she tried to answer each in turn. <br><br><strong> No. No. I dunno. I.. I don't wanna talk about it. We're gonna be late! </strong><br><br>She rushed off ahead of them to the locker room to freshen up before meeting out on the field for practice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 07:35:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn walked into the locker room with a big grin on his face because of what he just did. He walked over to the locker that had the name skills on it and unlocked it and threw this book bag inside and grabbed his football stuff and put it on except for his shoulder pads and helmet those could wait. Shawn walked out of the locker carrying his helmet and shoulder pads and he was wearing one of those sleeveless muscle shirts that showed every muscle in your upper body because the shirts fit so tight. Shawn looked over at Laura and blew her a kiss and a smile and then he walked&nbsp; off and put his shoulder pads and helmet on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 04:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the bell, Spazz slid out of her chair and slouched toward the door, dawdling in a nonchalant way while waiting for Absinthe to catch up to her.&nbsp; Licking her lips and giggling to herself, she lost herself for a moment in naughty, torrid thoughts...<br><br>(Which, if they were known to her, would no doubt embarrass a certain teacher to no end!)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 04:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally!&nbsp; She hurredly stowed her notebook in her bag, getting up out of her seat and watching Spazz carefully.&nbsp; She couldn't help but grin when the girl moved slow, licking her lips.<br><br>Absinthe trotted over to her, giving her a bit of a nudge with her elbow.<br><br>"Hey.&nbsp; Thought that class would <em>never</em> end!"<br><br>She sounded and acted like a regular teenager, and only her makeup, clothing, and hair (which Absinthe was rather surprised hadn't got her sent to the principal's yet as her mother had grimly predicted) indicated her Gothy leanings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 04:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura blushed at the blown kiss and turned her back to him and tried to concentrate on the cheer number they were working on. They moved with as much athletics and skill as tumblers, those early years in gymnastics really helped. Laura was near the top, second tier and was holding her own for a while until someone slipped up. And they all went tumbling to the ground in a pile of groans and laughs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 05:01:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, no kidding," Spazz agreed.&nbsp; "So now what?"<br><br>She turned just far enough to catch Absinthe's eye.<br><br>"Wanna come over and see my studio?&nbsp; Or should we just find somewhere to go make out?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 05:34:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn was running his routes and all and then they did one on ones where there was a defender in the way and Shawn had to get past him to try and catch the ball. The ball was hiked and Shawn made a move on the defender and beat him deep the QB threw the ball deep and Shawn had to run for it and at the last second he laid out and dove for the ball catching it in his hands and then hitting the ground and sliding towards the cheerleaders and he could see up Laura's skirt with her being on the ground.<br><br>Hey nice spankies"<br><br>Shawn said as he got up and walked back to the huddle. &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 06:09:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked around hearing Shawn's voice and raised a slender shaped brow then looked down and scowled at him kicking dirt toward him. The toes of her white cheer shoes dirtied up and her socks catching a good bit of dirt as well, but she didn't seem to care at that moment.<br><br><strong> "SHAWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" </strong><br><br>She yelled at him as the other girls giggled and were gawking with mouths agape. Laura blushed again and rolled her eyes.<br><br><strong>"You only sneak a peek cause I won't give it to you like you want! You gonna earn me, Shawn Foust!" </strong><br><br>With that she turned back to the girls and they continued their practice as before. Through the rest of practice Laura couldn't help but sneak peeks at Shawn running past. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 06:19:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The team was starting to scrimmage each other the offense against the defense and Shawn lined up on the side where the cheerleaders where. While Shawn was waiting for the ball to be hiked without looking at Laura he said.<br><br>"Who ever said I wanted you or it your the one that wants me..................."<br><br>*hike*<br><br>Shawn took off and ran over the defender that was covering him so the running back could get a couple more yards. He went back to the huddle and got the play and then he ran back to his position.<br><br>"Well I'm right aren't I? And I don't have to work for you Laura your going to have to work for..........me................."<br><br>Shawn said as then took off and ran across the field and jumped in the air to catch the ball but he was hit in mid air and sent to the ground and he just laid there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 06:26:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura started to laugh as he said that she was the one who wanted him. She didn't want anyone. She was just trying to get through high school so she could go away to college in another country. She sat on the bench and sipped her bottle of water while the girls took a time out. Stretching out her legs she leaned back and took in a deep breath. Her long blonde hair falling around behind her even as it was confined in its pony tail. She bit at her lower lip she sat down her bottle of water and looked around just in time to see Shawn get sacked. Her eyes went wide and she jumped up looking to see if anyone else saw what just happened. She didn't want to see overly worried about him, after all they had only just talked a few times and flirted a little, but she was worried and didn't want to seem like an insensitive brat either. She bounced from one foot to the other indecisively. Waiting for someone to check on him, she kept her eyes on the situation and chewed at her lip. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 06:29:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn was still lieing on the ground when his coaches came over and he was in a little pain but not to much but he had to see if Laura was the one.<br><br>"Coach can you tell the cheerleader named Laura to come over here please."<br><br>Shawn asked and the coach did<br><br>"Hey is there a Laura in your group? Well if there is could she come over here please."<br><br>The coach asked
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 06:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girls all looked up as the coach called for Laura and then they all looked at her. She was already standing on the sidelines and started over as soon as he said her name. She felt a little queasy and hoped there were no bones sticking out anywhere. She wasn't one for blood or gore. She picked up the pace to a jog and yelled out to the coach.<br><br><strong>"Yeah. I'm Laura. Is he okay?"</strong><br><br>She stared at him as he lay on the ground and parted through the team to see how he was doing.<br><br><strong>"Shawn? Are you okay?"</strong><br><br>She had a deep felt concern in her voice as she looked toward him with furrowed brows.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 06:47:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn looked at Laura and all her sexiness and the he looked into her eyes.<br><br>"My side................hurts...........will you............kiss it.........please?"<br><br>Shawn said in short painful breaths.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 07:00:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked back at him with all the seriousness in the world, and when he spoke those last three words she growled at him and frowned.<br><strong><br>"SHAWN! Grrr... I.. I.. gah! You ass!"</strong><br><br>She huffed off all embarrassed like, throwing her arms up, and muttered words under her breath. She couldn't believe him! He joked when she was so concerned about him. She shouldn't have. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 07:02:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Steve left the classroom, and waited outside for Jenn to accompany him. He saw that other group of kids heading down the hall, and opted not to join them. And he thought he was a freak...<br><br></em><hr><br>Slyvia sighed as the bell rang, and didn't wait for the last students to leave as she made her way back to the teacher's lounge. She strode right past those goth girls, the jock and the cheerleader on her way to the lounge, and quickened her pace as she went.[/i]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 07:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she yelled at him he just closed his eyes and then a ambulance showed up and drove onto the field and the paramedics got out and went over to him. He turned his head to look at Laura and he told one of his teammates through painful breaths.<br><br>"Tell her I'm not lieing it really hurts."<br><br>He quietly said and his teammate did what he was asked.<br><br>"Hey you cheer girl he said he isn't lieing it really hurts he said."<br><br>His teammate asked as Shawn was being picked up and put on a stretcher. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 07:09:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><br>Laura looked back at them and sighed a little, feeling guilty now and headed over toward them again. She called out to the cheer squad beforehand, <strong>"I'll see you guys tomorrow."</strong><br><br>She then rushed over toward him and took his hand. Looking down at his pained face she frowned.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry Shawn. I thought you were playing with me again. Is it bad?"</strong><br><br>She brushed her free hand over his arm and looked at his side, almost scared to see what was there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 07:12:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn gave a slight smile but then turned away from him she didn't care about him she was just feeling guilty now.<br><br>"If you came...........back because...................of feeling.......................guilty................I.............don't need your guilt.........................If you care that's.................a.............different story................"<br><br>Shawn painfully said before he passed out and was put into the ambulance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 07:18:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head as tears welled up. She did feel guilty, but thats not why she came back. She was worried for him. She kept holding his hand until they forced her to let go, so they could put him on a gurney and load him into the ambulance. She looked to the coach and then to the paramedics.<br><br><strong> "Can I come with? Please? I'm his girlfriend."</strong><br><br>She quickly said the last bit, just to see if it would help their decision and thankfully they nodded. <strong>"Get in then,"</strong> the one said, and she did, quickly.<br><br>She sat next to him in the ambulance and held his hand while they continued to check his heart rate and what not. She hated hospitals, they creeped her out with all the people who must have died there. She knew there HAD to be ghosts in hospitals. Ghosts freaked Laura out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 07:22:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn was in alot of pain and had his eyes closed but he squeezed Laura's hand then looked at her. They had very carefully take off his helmet and shoulder pads so he laid in the ambulance shirtless sweaty and in pain.<br><br>"Thank.........you.........."<br><br>Shawn said as he tried with all his strength to pull her hand up to his face and kissed it before he closed his eyes again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 07:29:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura wondered silently if anyone had called his parents or if someone told the principal or teacher. It was obvious that the coach knew, but still someone should call them. She smiled as he kissed her hand and she leaned down and whispered close to him.<br><br><strong>"Its gonna be okay, Shawn. You're gonna be ok."</strong><br><br>She looked to the paramedics then and looked ahead before asking in a panicked tone of voice, questions most would ask if their loved ones were injured. Not that she cared THAT much for him, but she was worried for him and hoped he was okay. She thought he was kind of sweet and charming in his own way and she would love to actually go to a movie or something.<br><br><strong> "Are we there yet? Can you give him something for the pain? Anything?" </strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 07:41:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ambulance came to a stop at the hospital and he was forced to let go of her hand and he didn't want to he pulled her a couple feet with him until they got him to let go but all he did was lay there and look at her with his hand reaching out for her.<br><br>*15 to 20 minutes later in his hospital room.*<br><br>Shawn was lieing in the bed sleeping and on some pain killers. His chest and stomach was all wrapped up in bandages.<br><br>*Hospital waiting room.*<br><br>"Excuse me miss your boy friend is in a room now you can go see him if you'd like."<br><br>A nurse said before she walked off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 08:01:36</strong>
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				Laura waited in the waiting room for them to call her back. She tried to read a book but it didn't work. She went and got a drink but didn't end up drinking it. Finally someone came out to get her. She jumped up and moved to them, listening to their words. She smiled a bit and nodded.<br><br><strong>"Thank you!"</strong><br><br>She walked back with the nurse to his room and bit her lip as she looked at him all bandaged up. She eased her way up beside him, as quietly and carefully as she could. Taking one of his hands gently she brushed her fingertips over the back and looked down at him. She kept quiet not wanting to wake him as he seemed so peaceful and rested, which was much better than she had seen him half an hour ago.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 18:19:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn opened his eyes and looked out the window and noticed a reflection in it he turned his head towards the person with him and found it to be Laura.<br><br>"Hey gorgeous."<br><br>He said in a sleepy slow voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 20:30:29</strong>
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				<div><strong>FULL STOP</strong></div><br>Day will restart shortly.&nbsp; If you have a relationship from this game that you wish to retain as-is, feel free to act as though it has already been formed.<br><br>The GM is the only person who will be moving the day and time forward, just to make sure that nobody gets left in the dust.&nbsp; Moving forward, please make sure that you leave time for others to respond!<br><br>Personal threads, one per player, will be created upon request.<br><br>This will hopefully be the one and only OOC post in this thread, period.<br><br>Thank you for your patience.<br><br><strong>LEVEL REBOOTING</strong><br><div><strong>STAND BY</strong></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 21:00:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adam Weisshaupt Memorial High School--Wednesday Morning</strong><br><br>It is a bright and sunny Autumn day.&nbsp; Students and faculty go about their normal business.&nbsp; This early in the year, of course, there are no tests or pop quizzes, and everyone is still coming down off of their summer vacations, so things are still a bit carefree.&nbsp; <br><br>There is a pep assembly scheduled for Friday, and the first football game of the season is Friday night.&nbsp; This will probably be followed by a pizza party or three at various restaurants around town, win or lose!<br><br>Other events of interest: so far, very little.&nbsp; Posters announce the Pep Club's recruiting efforts, and both the Band and Drama Clubs are recruiting heavily.&nbsp; Whether the incoming sophomores have any time to worry about this while they're still learning how to get from class to locker to next class is another matter entirely!<br><br><br><br><em><sub>Static = 0</sub></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 21:05:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn woke up to the sound of his alarm clock and he got up he got dressed in some gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He slipped his sandals on and grabbed his book bag and headed for the bus. Shawn got to the bus just in time and got on it and sat in the back. Once he got to school he looked around at his friends and other people and then decided to go to his locker.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 21:43:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura drove into the parking lot and found a spot. She climbed out of the midnight blue Eclipse and made her way in. The bleep bleep of her car lock and alarm sounded her exit from the parking lot. She always got to school early and was a little late today. She headed into the school swinging her backpack over her shoulder. She was wearing her Cheer Uniform in celebration of Spirit Week. Her hair was loose and tied back with matching ribbons of school colors. She headed down the hallway smiling and waving to those she knew. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 21:51:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn caught a glimpse of Laura out of the corner of his eye and a grin came onto his face as she passed him he turned towards her and looked at her backside.<br><br>"Hey sexy do I know you?"<br><br>Shawn said with a grin wondering how he was going to react.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 04:30:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Here is Spazz's morning, in a nutshell, once the inner sonata has been edited out.<br><br>The daily grind of shower, dress, eat breakfast is only somewhat interrupted by her maternal unit's vague attempts to open a meaningful dialogue...unsuccessful, of course, because while Mom isn't a pain in the ass as parents go, she's flighty and a bit odd.&nbsp; (The irony of this observation is utterly lost on Spazz.)&nbsp; Mom does mention in passing that she'll be out late, so dinner will be pizza and does Spazz mind having to find her own way home from school?&nbsp; No, she doesn't, and pizza is fine, thanks.<br><br>Drive to school, wave goodbye to maternal unit, and find somewhere to sit while waiting for her new friend the perky little Goth to arrive.<br><br>Wait for class.<br>Wait...<br>Wait...<br>Try not to fantasize about the hawt MILF in homeroom.<br>Wait...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 12:58:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And some days it was ...<br><br>"No mom, I did not get sent to the principal's office!"<br><br>It was exasperating, but at least Absinthe's mother didn't come down heavy-handed on her and make her wear boring 'normal' clothes.&nbsp; Granted both she and dad said within a couple months the 'phase' would be over, but Absinthe had a new outlook on things.<br><br>Today she wore thick, clunky looking platform shoes, black jeans, and a black t-shirt that had an anime-esquie figure with a Harlequin face and wearing a dark, somber looking sailor-suit school uniform.&nbsp; The caption read "Magical Girl Suicide Squad." <br><br>Her makeup was also more natural. Gone was the thick white-paste face makeup, though she still looked quite pale.&nbsp; Especially with the blood-red lipstick she had selected.&nbsp; And of course she wore very thick eye-liner.&nbsp; For variation she had made a mock-Egyptian curly-que at the outer corner of her left eye and a mascara tear descending from the inner corner of her right eye.&nbsp; Her hair remained light green in color.<br><br>One study-hall she had sat beside one of the Goth guys in school, whom she had a major crush on (as apparently did all the other Goth girls in the school, and note a few of the Goth guys too) and he had spoken to her quite seriously about what Goth was.<br><br>"Fuck the jock," he said quite bluntly, "don't let him, or anyone else, tell you how to be you."<br><br>He also indicated there wasn't any issue with her hanging out with Spazz.&nbsp; Granted this was between some rather heavy flirting, and a warning or two from the teacher monitoring the study period, but it made Absinthe look forward to seeing Spazz again.<br><br>As Spazz waited, in fact, the Goth guy passed by her, accompanied by a Goth girl dressed to the nines in a black 19th century dress, pony-tails tied off with black and pink ribbons, and no makeup except for intense mascara around her eyes.<br><br>"Hey Spazz," the guy said in a friendly voice.&nbsp; The girl also nodded to her with the slightest of smiles.<br><br>Absinthe arrived about that time, and both of the two Goths hugged her and talked to her for a few minutes, though Spazz wouldn't have heard what they said.&nbsp; As they went on their way, going off to homeroom, Absinthe trotted over to Spazz with a big grin on her face, and plopped down beside her.<br><br>"Spazz, hey there.&nbsp; Ready for another day of serious education?"<br><br>She stuck her tongue out at Spazz playfully.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 05:02:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz blinks in surprise as the other two Goths spoke to her, returning their greetings with a shy smile.<br><br>"Hey," she said to them, wondering why they were being so friendly.&nbsp; But then there was Absinthe, and the shy composer scooted over to give her friend more room.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready.&nbsp; I wish I wasn't, but I am."<br><br>She looked down bashfully.<br><br>"I can think of a lot of things I'd rather do, actually."<br><br>That quick flash of tongue made her blush and squirm a little.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 06:01:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(If it's possible, I want Steve to be a 17 year old Junior)<br><br><em>Steve Sinclair slammed the car door on his Taurus, and set off through the parking lot towards school. The morning air was pretty chilly, and steve drew the strings on his hoody (http://www.metal-alive.com/catalog/images/PHD-EPR-HD-009.jpg) a bit closer, and adjusted the book bag on his shoulders. He pulled the mp3 player from his pocket and stuffed the buds into his ears, and cranked up the music. As he entered the hallway of the school, he lowered his hood to not incur the wrath of the vengeful staff. They were pretty anal about small rules like hats and hoods.<br><br>As he walked to his locker, he walked right past some goth girl, and the peculiar Cleopatra-style eyeliner she had used caught his eye. He made an excuse to talk to her for a moment, and paused the music.</em> "Hey sorry, did you say something? Hard to hear over the music."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 07:07:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Laura grinned over at Shawn as she opened her locker. Her fingers quickly turned the dial to the right, then left, then more carefully to the right again before it clicked its release and she lifted the handle. Pushing her backpack into the metal&nbsp; storage area she glanced back to Shawn and replied in a playful manner.<br><br><strong> "Oh.. I dunno, maybe."</strong><br><br>She tugged out a book and a notebook that had scribbles along the spine of it. She shoved them into a pink and white messenger bag and swung it over her shoulder so that it draped her body from right to left. The flaps were left open as it bounced against her hip and she shut the locker again locking it up tight. She tucked back an errant blonde lock behind one ear and then turned those bright blue eyes toward the football player.<br><br><strong>"You wanna buy me lunch later, stranger?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 20:25:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nathan arrived on campus, unsure where to park he parked in the nearest lot to the campus. Hoping out of his car, he locked it and took his single spiral notebook and rolled it into a cylinder. He squinted at the sun but shivered at the cold air, pulling a pair of aviators out of his black button-down shirt (http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa316/SingxMexAxFatality/Lucky_13.jpg) as he stopped by the office to pick up a schedule and any other important documents which were quickly stuffed into his back pocket. <br><br>He wandered around for a bit, the school was much bigger than the last one he was in. Looking at the paper he followed closely to all the lockers looking for his assigned one. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 00:41:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn looked at the sexy cheerleader and grinned.<br><br>"Your already after my money I see but sure why not."<br><br>Shawn said with a laugh and he turned to walk to his first class.<br><br>"Lunch it is."<br><br>He said before he walked off
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowheart</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 00:46:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg914982#msg914982">Quote from: HPDDJ on 03-11-2008, 06:01:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As he walked to his locker, he walked right past some goth girl, and the peculiar Cleopatra-style eyeliner she had used caught his eye. He made an excuse to talk to her for a moment, and paused the music.[/i] "Hey sorry, did you say something? Hard to hear over the music."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Absinthe glanced at the guy and smiled softly in his direction, then returned her attention to Spazz.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg914895#msg914895">Quote from: MadPanda on 03-11-2008, 05:02:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready.&nbsp; I wish I wasn't, but I am."<br><br>She looked down bashfully.<br><br>"I can think of a lot of things I'd rather do, actually."<br><br>That quick flash of tongue made her blush and squirm a little.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Absinthe grinned and scooched closer to Spazz playfully.<br><br>"Yeah, me too, but not much to do about that.&nbsp; Guess we gotta go to class now though."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 01:11:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura watched Shawn walk off and laughed a bit. Her dark blue gaze shifted as she glanced up to see a new face wandering down the hallway toward her. He seemed a slight bit lostn so she walked over toward him and gives him a beaming smile. She was a charming girl, easily liked and stereotypically attractive for a cheerleader. Her cheer skirt swished with her movements and she had little bit of a bounce in her step.<br><br><strong> "Hello... you need some help?" </strong><br><br>She looked at his shirt and then back up to him again. Her fingers clutched the strap to her messenger back as she held it up a bit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 01:43:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was lost looking for the numbers on those lockers, when he saw the blood bombshell stand in front of him and greet him. His jaw dropped for a moment, as he looked her over himself. <br>"Have you ever modeled for L-13?" <br>The question was instinctive, he had a knack for always giving off a bad impression, he quickly stuttered in his speech and added.<br>"Err sorry...I meant, yea I am looking for this locker."<br>He handed her the paper and admired her face and body as he leaned in a bit close to look over her shoulder. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 01:53:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed a little and blushed some too at his compliment, then thought to herself.. "it was a compliment right?" She took the paper in her small hand and looked it over. <br><br><strong>"Oh yeah! You are right over..... "</strong><br><br>She started walking a bit and then looked back to him and smiled. He was cute enough even if he was a little less tactful than most. She handed the slip back to him and stopped next to a set of lockers across from her own.<br><br><strong>"..here. Here you are."</strong><br><br>She tugged at her bags strap again and shifted in her stance before looking to her feet and rocked on her heels a bit.<br><strong><br>"I'm Laura, by the way. My locker's over there."</strong><br><br>She pointed out directly across the hall where a set of yellow lockers lined the wall and a couple school color streamers were hanging.<br><strong><br>"Its spirit week, this week. So its a pretty laid back time to start in. If you want I can show you around today. That is if you need help."</strong><br><br>She pressed her glossy lips together and gave him a winning smile. Her eyes shimmered in the dull flourescent lighting, she wasn't the welcome wagon by any means but she felt it was only right to make a few new friends.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 02:10:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn was turning into his class when he saw down the hall what looked like the sexy cheerleader who asked him to lunch was flirting with another guy. He stopped and thought to himself he wasn't going to be a toy or just another guy. He was Skills and he wanted a girl that wanted him not multiple guys. Shawn turned around and walked back down to his locker and when he walked past the cheerleader he whispered to her as he passed her.<br><br>"So your just a flirt?"<br><br>He said as he passed her and made his way to his locker.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 02:16:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As they walked down the hall, he smiled and circled her slowly, giving her the full blown up logo of the model on his back. <br>"Ohh yea, the L-13 girls are gorgeous, I did mistake you for one. I have a calender hanging back home in the garage."<br>He looked at the locker then at the spiral notebook in his hands then smiled.<br>"I guess looking for the looker was silly, I'm new in town what places do people gather around on the weekend?" <br>Bending the notebook he shoved it into the back of his tight jeans. His hand hooking into his belt hoops as she pivoted on her heels, making small talk. <br><br>"I wouldn't mind checking out the school, as long as you're the guide..." <br>His head snapped up, a embarrassed look on his face.<br>"I'm Nathan...sorry forgot to mention it..."<br><br>As another person walked up and whispered in her ear, he looked around awkwardly. By the looks of it, it was probably her boyfriend and the last thing he wanted was to get in trouble. He backed away, and spun on his leather boots. <br>"On second thought...I'll find everything on my own."<br>He walked away from her and realized he left his schedule in her hands, he had the choice to go back and get it, or just pray the office would give him a new one. He walked towards the office, crossing a large quad? Center of the school? <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 02:43:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura blushed at his words about L-13 models and then how he thought she could be one. She looked at the picture on his shirt and sure enough the girl was extremely hot. She wasn't too positive that SHE looked that good, but she wouldn't argue with his opinions. She smiled and nodded a bit.<br><br><strong>"Nah. Looking for the locker wasn't silly. And yeah.. sure.. there are lots of hang outs. Depends on what you're into really."</strong><br><br>She smiled again and laughed a little.<br><strong><br>"I'd love to be your guide. Its a pretty cool campus but I suppose you could get lost if you aren't too careful. I'm new here too but I've been able to get quickly adjusted with the help of the cheer squad. Nice to meet you Nathan."</strong><br><br>It was just then that Shawn passed by and whispered to her quietly.<br><br><em>"So your just a flirt?"</em><br><br>She looked at Shawn and scowled as he passed her. Her eyes narrowed and she looked to the new guy and then back to him again. Geezus a jealous type was no good. She frowned and turned away from him then. She was close to Shawn but she didn't like when any guy tried to show dominance and ownership. Especially, when they were jumping to conclusions and making assumptions. It was obvious to Laura that Shawn didn't know her and assumed she just "got around." That hurt her a lot and in doing so she just turned and spouted off in a quiet but venomous tone.<br><br><strong>"I'm not "just a flirt", Shawn. You don't own me!"</strong><br><br>She watched as Nathan ran off and she sighed loudly and ran off after him. Thankful she was wearing tennis shoes making it easier for her to catch up to him. Her long pony tail bounced with her slight jog and she tugged her bag back over her shoulder again still holding onto the schedule. She called out to him as she followed.<br><br><strong>"Hey Nate! Wait up!"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 03:56:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz shivered with excitement and giggled softly.<br><br>"Don't remind me," she complained mockingly, rolling her eyes.&nbsp; "I got a sonata I'm working on..."<br><br>But she joined Absinthe and the two headed for their lockers, then their class.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 09:43:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing his name he looked from side to side, curious on who called him out. He had not told anyone his name, so how would they know? Maybe another Nate he thought as he heard foot steps behind him, he swung around and saw Laura chasing after him with his schedule in hand. He nervously bit his lip. shaking it off with a head nod.<br>"What's up? What with the rush? Is class starting soon?"<br>His stance felt awkward, almost as if everyone was watching him talk to another guy's girl, at least he thought it was his girlfriend. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 20:35:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura slowed to a walk as she approached him at a closer distance now and she offered a weak smile. She was thoroughly embarrassed and wasn't sure what exactly to say to make it more comfortable right now. She, too, was biting at her lip and she rocked on her heels again. It could have been a nervous habit maybe or just a habit altogether but with Laura it was common. She pushed an errant lock from her face and tucked it behind one multi-pierced ear.<br><br><strong>"I thought you wanted me to show you around? I hope that thing with Shawn didn't change your mind. That was nothing. Really."</strong><br><br>She looked back up at him and held her bag close to her. She tugged a tube of cherry gloss from a front pocket and opened it up rubbing it across her already shiny red lips. If he were any closer he could smell the strong scent of wild cherries. She rubbed her lips together and pressed them tight against each other before she tucked the tube away again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 21:29:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"uuhhhhh yea...I just thought your boyfriend didn't look very friendly..."<br>His eyes looked away from her, but they glanced at the shiny and pouty red lips once in a while. He as feeling a bit nervous as he ran his ran his fingers through his hair.<br>"Honestly I had no idea where I was going...so I am kinda glad you ran after me..." <br>The nervous worried mask was replaced with a cautious smile, he wondered if they both looked out of place talking to one another. In his old school a girl like her would not even bother giving him a second glance as she walked passed him in between classes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 03:20:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn looked down the hall and there was the greaser again talking to the girl he liked and he just glared at him as he slammed his locker door shut and made his way to his class and passed by the two on his way and whispered to Laura as he passed.<br><br>"I never said i owned you and sorry I've had a crush on you forever and I'm jealous."<br><br>He whispered as he passed her and he glared at the greaser after he was past Laura. Shawn made his way to his class room and looked back at Laura one more time before he went inside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raijin</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 03:39:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>A cab drove near the school and someone stepped out</em><br><br>Ichirou stept out of the car, he looked calm but still focused. He looked to the school and wondered where to go<br><br><em>Hmmm, fancy school. Maybe this ain't so bad as i thought before.</em><br><br>He went into the school and looked around. He asked to someone where the principal office is. He was informed of his rooster, and was giving the rules of the school. After that he just walked around the school to look where everything is.<br><br><em>Hey you!</em><br><br>Ichirou looked behind and saw a small group and they walked to him.<br><br><em>hey you look new, why don't you introduce yourself to us?</em><br><br>Ichirou looked irritated, and said:<br>I don't have to introduce myself to nowone, maybe you should mind you're own business.<br><br><em>The group started to talk to Ichirou.....</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 05:22:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura watched him push his fingers through his hair and offered a smile back reassuringly. She seemed nervous and a bit uneasy, more especially with the drama unfolding by crushes and innocent flirting.<br><br><strong>"Oh, he's not my boyfriend. So you have a lot of the same classes as me."</strong><br><br>She tried to redirect the conversation away from, Shawn and his obvious jealousy. And speaking of, she looked up in time to see Shawn come by again and she sighed a bit. Geezus, why are guys so complicated. She frowns at his words and then looks at her feet while chewing on her lower lip. She wouldn't look back at him now, she had enough problems at home that she didn't need the drama at school too. She rubs the back of her neck and then looks back to Nate again. This did not bode well for making friends at all. <br><br><strong> "So, what is it you like to do anyway? Like when you're not at school.." </strong> <br><br>She noticed another new person show up and then looked back down the other side of the wide hallway. She smiled to her friends as they passed by giving a small finger wiggle wave hello and then turned her focus back on the poor guy who was obviously on Shawn's shit list now. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 05:46:51</strong>
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				He watched him approach with the same whisper in the ear, he followed the guy with his eyes as he disappeared into a class room. He grumbled, if he knew better that was going to be his class. Looking at the guy he did not even know, he glared back, smiling at him unintentionally as she said it was not his boyfriend. <br><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"Ohh in that case, Fuck him!"</span><br></span><br>Turning to face her, his eyes were a bit wide, a bit surprised at the words that came out of his mouth. He shifted a bit in his step and shoved his hands into his pocket to prevent them from doing something stupid. <br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I meant, I thought he would be mad if you two had a thing...but...if that not the case...umm..." </span><br><br>He honestly wanted to get the hell away, but as she saw she was distracted with her friends he took a deep breath and answered her question.<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">"I got a job this weekend at "The Grease Monkey" auto parts this weekend, but I like driving a lot and visiting some rock clubs that play my favorite bands, if I can find the time to get away...but this place is a lot different from my home town, so I need to find some new things to do I guess..." <br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 06:27:57</strong>
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				Shawn wasn't in a very good mood and he didn't want to be in class so he left the classroom and went back out into the hallway and saw a group of guys approaching some new guy. He heard a couple of words the group said and thought they were going to jump this kid so he thought he would help the kid out. Shawn walked over to the new kid (raijin) and put a hand on his shoulder.<br><br>"Hey the names Shawn but people call me Skills."<br><br>Shawn said to the new kid as he looked up and glanced at the group of guys who stopped where they stood and turned around and walked away.<br><br>"Don't worry about them they just like to look tough and it looks like you can handle yourself but who wants a fight on the first day of school and no need to get in trouble. Stick with me and you'll get girls, popularity and friends but I do have to say one thing. That guy over there............"<br><br>Shawn points towards the guy standing next to Laura.<br><br>".........He gave you a dirty look earlier when I passed maybe you should go see what's up I think he likes to start shit because he already hitting on the girl that asked me out to lunch so I'm just watching out for you." <br><br>Shawn said as he stood next to the new kid.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 16:04:34</strong>
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				<strong>Adam Weisshaupt Memorial High School--Wednesday Morning, First Two Classes</strong><br><br>It is a bright and sunny Autumn day.&nbsp; Students and faculty go about their normal business.&nbsp; This early in the year, of course, there are no tests or pop quizzes, and everyone is still coming down off of their summer vacations, so things are still a bit carefree.<br><br>First Period is English, Second Period is General Science...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raijin</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 16:17:12</strong>
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				Ichirou looked at Shawn<br>i Appreciate you're help, but i can take care if my self.<br><br>He grabbed his black bandana, and wrapped it on his hand. He walked straight to one of guys that was in the group and said:<br><br>Alright, i ain't scared of none of you. You're all bunch off pussy, you wanna do something? huh?!<br><br>Nowone of the group said something, they just keep standing. Ichirou saw there fears in there eye's. Ichirou didn't want to waist his time on senseless fighting with scared people. So he just walked away heading for his locker. He looked straight at an guy that was standing next to Laura. The eyes of Ichirou where filled with pride, with an fearless look on his face.<br><br><em>Hmmm, seems this is gonna be interesting</em><br><br><em>Ichirou went to his locker grabbed his books and looked at his rooster</em><br><br>Great art classes, like i don't know enough bullshit already.<br><br>Ichirou Walked into the class room, grabbed an place to sit. And looked at the teacher. After awhile he daydreamed during class, because he was bored. <em>Sended me to the US for this?........Mom i hope you're alright.</em> Ichirou woke up and rembert what happened the last time he day dreamed during class.<br>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNng344QQVA<br><br><em>Ichirou was just waiting for the class to end</em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 00:37:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Steve's anger at the goth chick left him overwhelmed, and all he could manage was a middle finger at her back as she walked away. He continued on to his first class, English. That hot sub from last year had gotten a full time job, and she was the first teacher on his schedule...<br><br><hr><br><em>Sylvia Llanas was about to teach her first full class, and beamed with pride as she organized her already perfect desk in anticipation for the first students to arrive. The one thing missing from her desk was a picture of her lover or spouse, which many teachers sported on their own desks. She sighed, and straightened her skirt in obsessive compassion for her career. At 25, she was the youngest full-time staff member, and now that she didn't need to hang out in the teacher's lounge all day, she could finally get away from those creeps who kept undressing her with their eyes. She was flattered and disgusted at the same time, and was sure the disgust outweighed the former.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 08:51:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>Laura raised a brow at the outburst and chuckled a little before she smiled at his own surprised look. She didn't comment on his stammered words and after her friends were past she looked to back to him once more. She slipped an arm around her middle as her other hand pushed back her hair from her face.<br><br><strong>"Oh yeah? You like, know how to fix cars and stuff? Mine has been making this weird clicking noise. I was gonna take it to the shop this weekend. Maybe you can look at it?"</strong><br><br>She listens to him as he says he liked to go to clubs and drive around, biting at her lower lip she nodded. It could bode well having an auto person type friend. And he seemed cool enough. <br><br><strong> "Well, how do you like go karts? Theres a cool track about a half hour drive north, they are pretty laid back and its not too pricey. I mean.. if you like that sort of thing."</strong><br><br>She was running out of things to say now and lucky for her class was ready to begin. Standing out in the hallway was uncomfortable with all the impending drama from the other side, and having class with Shawn and Nate together really spelled trouble. She put her hand on his arm and then motioned toward the classroom. <br><br><strong>" We should get to class, Nate. Don't wanna be late on your first day. "</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 09:36:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt as he was being dragged by her, knowing well enough she probably could not if he resisted. His sight came to that same guy from earlier, if he did not know any better he was stalking her or him...or both of them. With no time to respond he was in the classroom. He found himself sitting next to her, unsure on how they ended up in class before they were marked tardy. <br><br>"Sure...I can check it out after school, or this weekend." <br>Leaning forward he had to pull his bent notebook out of his pocket, then reached for a pen in his pant pocket.<br>"Are you good? I have never driven before...but I am pretty sure I can beat you...at go karts I mean..." He smiled nervoulsy, making sure the teacher did not catch him talking to her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 17:32:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn heard the bell for class ring and not having to worry about his things since they were already in the classroom at his seat he just walked into the classroom and sat down not noticing that Laura was sitting next to him and on her other said was the greaser. SHawn glanced at the greaser and then looked at Laura and whispered to her.<br><br>"So which one of us is going to lunch with you."<br><br>Shawn said as he looked at the greaser again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 17:43:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dude...are you always this creepy and rude? Didn't your mom teach you some manners?"<br>He looked up at him with a lowered brow and a look of annoyance. <br>"Listen, I am flattered but quit looking my way, or at least tell me what your problem with me is." <br><em>Fuck...</em>he really over did it this time, fighting the urge to bite his lip he leaned back into the chair and met his eyes with his own. Initiating a stare down with the guy he did not even know. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raijin</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 05:18:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Ichirou was late for his class, he went out school to get some cigarettes</em><br><br>Ichirou walks into his class, and see 2 guys that he saw earlier, the teacher asks<br><br>Ichirou why are you late?<br>don't know, things happened and stuff like that.<br><br>Ichirou sat down, and looked around. He wonders who he can trust, cause he dint what to spend his whole school year alone. He opened his book, and started to read some lines. Pretty soon he was bored and started to listen some music in a sneaky way. Then he felt something pop back on his head. He looked behind and he saw an piece of paper near his table. There was something written on it. Ichirou opened it and started to read it.<br><br><em>what the hell is this for bullshit???</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 06:06:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She tugged her bag from her shoulder and opened it up digging out her own notebook and pencil. She chewed on her inner lip as she sat her bag next to her seat and crossed her legs. Her pleated cheer skirt shifted slightly with each movement and all one could think was <em> "Thank the gods for spankies."</em> <br><br>She pulled her hair down from the pony tail and combed her fingers through the waist long blonde locks before tugging the black elastic band back through it. Looking toward Nate as he whispered, she tightened the newly formed ponytail pulling it in two parts until it was snug. With that done, she nodded a bit and grinned, whispering back to him in turn. <br><br><strong>"Yeah. I guess I'm okay. I go when I can. You wanna place a bet on who beats who, doll?"</strong><br><br>She said it with a competitive grin and then glanced to Shawn as he leaned close.<br><br>Before she could reply to him Nate spoke up and she bit her lip. She didn't want to get in the middle of that, though it was pretty exciting seeing two guys fight over you. If thats what you'd call it. Laura wasn't completely sure it was about her or more about their egos. Either way she wasn't saying a word. She just sat back and watched the stare each other down from either side of her. She held her pink mechanical pencil in hand and doodled a bit on the outside of her notebook. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 07:12:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn stared at the greaser and had a mean look in his eyes and then he whispered.<br><br>"Sounds like you wanna throw down. I'm down for kicking your ass if your asking for it and also Laura here deserves a nice guy who can protect her."<br><br>Shawn said in a mean whisper before he smiled and looked at Laura and then faced the front of the class.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 05:51:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nate was confused at what was going on, he looked over to Laura, with a "Is he fucking for real?" look. Keeping a wary eye on the teacher. He shook his head after he turned around, still looking back and forth making sure he was not the only one who saw the interaction&nbsp; between the two. What a weird way to start, meets a girl then gets on a guys shit list for looking confused and talking to her, was this what high school was about in smaller cities? <br><br>Shrugging off everything, he was paying closer attention to teacher. Unintentionally drawing a car frame, filling in all the engine details with incredible accuracy. He looked over to her drawing and remembered what she said before the jock snapped at him. Ripping a piece of paper from his notebook he wrote something on it and then slipped it under hers. <br><br><em>I win, I get to take you on a date afterward, you win, you name your own terms.<br>Vrooom vroom </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 20:52:29</strong>
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				<em>Sylvia heard the bell ring, and promptly began class. As their first class of the new school year, she only recognized a small handful of students. She was a proactive, progressive teacher, and she felt like a slave to the desk as she sat behind it. Sylvia stood up, pushed out her chair and walked in front of the desk, and sat down on a bare area of the wood.</em> "Hello everyone, I'm Miss Llanas. You might have known me last year as one of the subs, but I got promoted, so instead of Sylvia, just please call me Miss Llanas."<em> When she saw some confusion on their faces, she wrote her name on the board in delicate cursive, 'Sylvia Llanas'.</em> "My last name is Hispanic, you don't pronounce the L's, like llama, the animal. Just say 'Yamas'. But this is English class, not Spanish, so enough of that then."<br><br><em>Sylvia reached behind her desk and pulled out that red nerf ball some of the students had seen last year. She smiled as she threw the ball to the young Asian kid. </em>"Tell us your name and one of your hobbies, and throw it to someone else. Then that person will do the same. Wash, rinse, repeat, okay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raijin</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 23:12:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Ichirou readed an small paper that he fond....</em><br><br><em>Yo you're new kid right? better watch ya back. Cause there some people that are after you!</em><br><br>Ichirou looked up, and looked around he threw it. But then an small ball felt on his desk, and the teacher asked to introduce himself<br><br><em>ohhh man, why always me...i hate this..ow well</em><br><br>i'm Ichirou Kouki i was born and raised in South Korea, but i moved here in the U.S 6 months ago. My hobbies are to party. <br><br><em>Ichirou looked at the teacher, and threw the ball to some greaser guy</em><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 04:29:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was caught off guard by the ball, hitting his shoulder and dropping to the floor. Scooting back he bent over to pick it up, on the way back up he accidentally nudged Laura's legs, to which he quickly mumbled an apology. Tossing it up into the air, then catching it with his left hand he looked up. <br>"Hello everyone, I just moved into town this week, I really like cars...everything about them." <br>Sliding the ball over Laura's doodle, he let go of it and looked to her for her introduction. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 05:16:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Laura continued to doodle as she listened to the others moving about the classroom. She was drawing simple flowers and music notes all over her notebook. They weren't amazing but rather plain and definitely amateur at best. She saw the note slide onto her desk under her paper and she glanced over at Nate then back to the paper and slid it out discreetly. Letting her eyes read it over she smiled.<br><br><em>I win, I get to take you on a date afterward, you win, you name your own terms.<br>Vrooom vroom</em><br><br>As she started to scribble back a reply the ball of introductions bounced down next to her. She looked to it and was going to pick it up nearly bumping into Nate, but luckily he was faster on the uptake and prevented the embarrassment. She didn't say a word as he nudged her legs and almost giggled. After his introduction and the passing of the ball she looked around to everyone and spoke up. <br><br><strong>"I'm Laura, my friends call me Laurie. I love cheerleading, swimming, and go cart racing."</strong><br><br>She chewed on her inner lip and then looked around tossing the ball to Shawn next. Then went back to replying to the note that was passed to her.<br><br><em>You're on, grease monkey.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 05:29:16</strong>
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				Spazz sat quietly in the back of the room, mulling matters over...eyeing the teacher from time to time and trying to keep her thoughts on her music rather than on the oh so very improper thoughts that insisted on drifting in and out of her mind.<br><br>And now the teacher was playing the ball game again.&nbsp; Deja vu!&nbsp; But doesn't that place have strippers?&nbsp; Teach could be a stripper, except those look real...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 05:50:24</strong>
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				Shawn grabbed he ball and tossed it up in the air to himself a couple times.<br><br>"Well uhh first off I'm Shawn but my friends call me Skills its a nickname....I love sports almost every sport I play....I'm on the varsity football team and.........I think Laura is very gorgeous and to good for the greaser. O and by the way greaser you forgot to tell us your name."<br><br>Shawn said as he tossed the ball behind him to the rocker girl (madpanda).
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 15:37:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz almost fumbled the ball, clearly surprised to have it thrown in her direction. Rolling her eyes for a moment, she gave her stock answer to all such questions:<br><br>"Uhhhhm...I go by Spazz, 'cause I'm not one.&nbsp; And, uhm, I do music.&nbsp; Mixes an' stuff."<br><br>She then looked around for someone to hand the ball, because Absinthe was still talking to the front office about something or other...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 16:02:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg930232#msg930232">Quote from: MadPanda on 10-11-2008, 15:37:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Spazz almost fumbled the ball, clearly surprised to have it thrown in her direction. Rolling her eyes for a moment, she gave her stock answer to all such questions:<br><br>"Uhhhhm...I go by Spazz, 'cause I'm not one.&nbsp; And, uhm, I do music.&nbsp; Mixes an' stuff."<br><br>She then looked around for someone to hand the ball, because Absinthe was still talking to the front office about something or other...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Steve sat near the front of the room, and watched as the ball was passed from student to student. He noticed the girl couldn't find anyone to throw to, so he opened his palm and kind of motioned to her.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 16:16:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Noticing the boy who had scowled at Absinthe earlier, Spazz half-heartedly threw the ball to him, underhanded.&nbsp; She still wasn't sure why he'd gotten upset...but then, for that matter, she wasn't sure why Absinthe had brushed him off so quickly unless...<br><br>Oh.<br><br>She blushed a little and went back to admiring Teach's legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 16:59:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Steve caught it with the tip of his fingers, and scanned his brain for a proper answer.</em> "My name is Steve. I'm on the Varsity football team, and I love to play my guitar." <em>When it was time for him to throw the ball away, he saw the same problem that girl had; He didn't recognize anyone, and wasn't sure who wanted the ball next. He waited for someone to let him know that they wanted the ball next.<br></em><br>(Anyone else in the classroom not have a go at the ball?)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 17:51:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No one had ever pissed him off like Shawn guy, he tried to not show his annoyance physically but it was there. His pen down on his drawing, his right hand tapped the desk. Noticing the class had gotten quiet, his tapping was made apparent so he clenched his hands into a fist and shoved them into his pocket. Leaning back in his chair he spoke when it was silent. <br><br>"My name is Nathan, and you don't know anything about me so keep your opinions to yourself." <br><br>Looking away from the class, he saw the note, it brought a smile to his face as he reread the note and looked at her with a shy look. Curiosity took the best of him, wondering what she would want if she won, not that he would let her win. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 19:35:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura grinned back at Nate and then went back to doodling as she listened on to the other introductions. One good thing about the first day, theres almost nothing you have to do or study. She chewed at the inside of her lip casting glances to others as they said their names, just so she could put a face with names. Shifting in her seat and uncrossing her legs, Laura looked at the teacher. She raised her hand, wondering if bathroom permissions were needed, and waited to be acknowledged. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 20:39:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg933461#msg933461">Quote from: Josietta on 11-11-2008, 19:35:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Laura grinned back at Nate and then went back to doodling as she listened on to the other introductions. One good thing about the first day, theres almost nothing you have to do or study. She chewed at the inside of her lip casting glances to others as they said their names, just so she could put a face with names. Shifting in her seat and uncrossing her legs, Laura looked at the teacher. She raised her hand, wondering if bathroom permissions were needed, and waited to be acknowledged. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Sylvia saw the pretty cheerleader raise her hand.</em> "Yes, Laura?", <em>she asked in anticipation.</em><br><br><hr><br><em>Steve was bored as hell, and at this point he pulled out a heavy hard-backed fantasy book, and began to read.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 20:52:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn looked at Laura then the teacher. Shawn then got up and started walking towards the door.<br><br>"i'm going to the bathroom."<br><br>Shawn said as he then walked out of the room
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 21:31:46</strong>
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				<br><em>Sylvia saw the pretty cheerleader raise her hand.</em> "Yes, Laura?", <em>she asked in anticipation.</em><br><br><br><br>Laura smiled to the teacher and watched as Shawn walked out blinking a couple times. A heated flush spread over her pale cheeks as she was thoroughly embarrassed now. Biting at her lip she sighed a little and tugged the hem of her skirt a little. She looked down to her hands and then back up at the teacher again, trying not to look at the other students.<br><br><strong>"Yes, Miss Llana, I was going to ask if I could use the restroom but I guess I didn't know we could just go.." </strong><br><br>She didn't really want to meet up with Shawn in the hallway but she wasn't sure she could hold it long enough to wait on his return. She squirmed a little in her seat and waited for acknowledgment that she could in fact go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raijin</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 22:08:26</strong>
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				<em>Ichirou looked around the class, his class mates where diffrent then in Korea. Back in Korea there were far more bullies that blackmailed students. He had the feeling that he dint have to worry much about fighting. Ichirou looked at some girls, he wanted to know there names. But he was too shy to ask. Lucky for him, the introducing help him an bit.</em><br><br>Ichirou looked out of the window<br><br><em>When is this gonna end....its getting boring as hell....Oh well...lets listin some more Pimp C</em><br><br><em>Ichirou Grabbed his mp3 player, and picked an few songs out, and started to day dream again</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 23:01:19</strong>
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				Nate got up and walked to the pencil sharpener, anyone would have seen he was drawing with a pen. With the ball tossed and the attention of the class gone he slipped out of the room. Walking down the hallway, chasing down the son of a bitch-jock, who just seemed to have it out for him since he arrived at the school. <br><br>"Hey Meat head jock! Turn the hell around!!" <br><br>Stepping up to him, he looked at him with a mean glare.&nbsp; <br><br>"Back the fuck off man, your pissing me off...I am not here to start trouble but you keep instigating...and causing trouble...back the fuck off!" <br><br>Nathan was never a confrontational type, he never wanted to cause problems for his mom or himself. But he was not about to let this guy torment him and talk down to him all year. He started to back away, not turning his back, watching his movements in the event he tried to attack. <br><br>"Leave me the fuck alone..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 00:30:40</strong>
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				A evil grin came onto Shawns face as the greaser started yelling at him and this guy had bigger balls then Shawn thought he had but Shawn had to play it cool. Shawn turned around and looked at Nate.<br><br>"Look man I don't mean to be such a ass or anything but I'm trying to find a girl to get serious with and I like Laura and I think I might have a chance with her. She even asked me to take her to lunch. And then right after she asks me to take her to lunch I see her flirting with you and it pissed me off a little but I got a little hot headed and jealous and did and said some stupid things. I'm Sorry Nate I'll try my hardest to not be jealous and think your trying to take Laura from me."<br><br>Shawn said as he stepped forward reached his arm out to shake Nates.<br><br>"Lets start over and try and not let drama and bullshit make us people we rn't."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raijin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 01:22:22</strong>
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				<em>Ichirou woke up, seeing an greaser guy moving out of the class.</em><br><br><em>What the hell is he gonna do?.....chasing that other Jock guy?....ow yeah, they where talking about some girl...witch one again.....</em><br><br>Ichirou looked in the class....then he saw that girl.<br><br><em>yeah that girl....hmmmm...what was her name again....Laura..right?...Yeah Laura....Well she's not to bad...</em><br><br>Ichirou looked at Laura, and grimed and shaked his head.<br><br><em>Fighting over an girl...what waste of an time</em><br><br>Ichirou was bored as hell, he raised his hand and asked<br><br>Umm, i think forgot to lock me locker, can i check it its locked? <br><br><em>Ichirou saw on the teacher face that she didn't believe him.</em><br><br><em>Common...Common...i want to smoke an cigaret</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 02:47:58</strong>
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				"Hey!-" <em>Sylvia called out as Shawn dismissed himself. She looked backed to Laura, and was going to answer her question, when another student just walked out. With a sigh, she walked towards the door. Looking to the cheerleader before she walked out,</em> "Just be quick, Laura."<br><br><em>Without an answer or so much as an explanation to the class, Sylvia walked out of the class. Seeing the two boys confronting each other down the hall, she did a sort of power-walk in their direction, the heels on her shoes clicking madly as she hurried towards them. </em>"Gentlemen, can you care to explain yourselves?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 06:45:55</strong>
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				He did not know why he did not just take his hand and let the hostility die. His own ego on the line as this guy just expected him to let her have a pass on Laura, shooting him back a malignant look he began to reach out to shake his hand. <br><br>"Get serious with another one...you aint getting this one...jock" <br><br>His lips turned into a vicious smirk as his hands pulled away, waving "no" with two fingers. Hearing the teacher come up behind him, his face returned to a clueless and confused appearance as he turned around. <br>"Sorry Misses...umm...Llama?...It's just we needed to discuss a few issues and work out our problems...like gentlemen..." <br>Smiling, he scratched his head and looked at her with apologetic eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 15:27:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22245.msg934977#msg934977">Quote from: Aiden on 12-11-2008, 06:45:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He did not know why he did not just take his hand and let the hostility die. His own ego on the line as this guy just expected him to let her have a pass on Laura, shooting him back a malignant look he began to reach out to shake his hand. <br><br>"Get serious with another one...you aint getting this one...jock" <br><br>His lips turned into a vicious smirk as his hands pulled away, waving "no" with two fingers. Hearing the teacher come up behind him, his face returned to a clueless and confused appearance as he turned around. <br>"Sorry Misses...umm...Llama?...It's just we needed to discuss a few issues and work out our problems...like gentlemen..." <br>Smiling, he scratched his head and looked at her with apologetic eyes. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Sylvia raised her eyebrow at the Llama comment, but let it slide.</em> "It's Miss Llana, Nathan. And gentlemen use hall passes, or can wait until class is over to talk. Can we all get back to class, please?" <em>Sylvia was not a tall woman, and felt dwarfed by the two boys, but she spoke with enough conviction to cow most people.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 15:40:47</strong>
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				Ms. Llana's departure did not go unnoticed...Spazz's eyes lingered on the woman's backside for a moment, and the shy girl giggled softly to herself, imagining who knew what naughty fantasies for a moment...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 16:28:58</strong>
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				<em>Steve didn't mind seeing the outline of his English teachers' firm butt as she walked through the door, but he was not the only one, it seems. Half the class had craned their necks as Miss Llanas left, and Steve saw one of those nerd girls checking her out too. He stared at her for a moment, and if she happened to catch his gaze, he looked half impressed, half shocked.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 16:43:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz noticed Angry Boy glancing her way.&nbsp; He looked angry...as he had earlier after he'd tried to talk to Absinthe.&nbsp; Hugging herself, she sank deeper into her seat and tried not to look at him again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 05:51:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry Ms. LlaNa..."<br>He went back to the class room and sat on his seat, unaware of he large grin he had splashed across his face. He reached for the pen he has placed behind his ear and went back to work on the drawing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 08:32:48</strong>
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				<br><br><strong> <em>"Just be quick, Laura."</em></strong><br><br>As soon as she heard the words from the teachers mouth she found her way out into the hallway as well and hurried past them all. She listened to what was being said as she passed by and blushed a bit at their arguing. Opening the swinging door into the restroom she hurried did her business, washed up, and checked her hair in the mirror. She sighed a bit and smoothed it down in spots and then looked over her uniform. Once she was satisfied everything was in check, she started back to the classroom at a languid pace.<br><br>She walked past anyone left out there with a half smile and shrug and started back to her desk. Laura noted the huge grin on Nate's face and wondered just what she missed. She wrote on the note they had been passing back and forth.<br><br><em> What did I miss?</em><br><br>She slid it over onto his desk under his notebook discreetly and then settled back to watch Miss Llana. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 18:45:06</strong>
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				Reading the note, he hid it under his notebook, making sure he was not caught. He had seen her walk by during the exchange, not really sure how much she had overseen. Writing down a response he slid it under her doodle, disguising it with a yawn that traveled across the desk. <br><br><em>I told him to back off, but I was thinking about our little race this weekend. </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 10:09:02</strong>
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				She glanced back to him with a nod and a smile then looked back at the teacher. She wondered if they were going to do any work today, not that it mattered to her, she was ready for the day to end. Laura didn't even want to think about lunch. That was going to be a disaster. Maybe she could get the coach to call her in there for lunch or something. She didn't want Shawn to think she was avoiding him or that she didn't like him, she just didn't want to be involved with someone so jealous. She hadn't been talking to him that long and he was acting like she was his steady long term girlfriend. She looked at her notebook and shaded in the hair on the half distorted version of a cat that she drew. Her foot bounced back and forth as it sat dangled over the opposite knee and she sort of got lost in the movement of the pencil and spaced out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 02:20:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Spazz absently scrawled something in her notebook, idly watching Ms. Llana...<br><br><em>No Absinthe and no nookie make Spazz a sad girl.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 00:27:55</strong>
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				<strong>Adam Weisshaupt Memorial High School--Wednesday Lunchtime</strong><br><br>It is a bright and sunny Autumn day.&nbsp; Students and faculty go about their normal business.&nbsp; This early in the year, of course, there are no tests or pop quizzes, and everyone is still coming down off of their summer vacations, so things are still a bit carefree.<br><br>Whether you brought your own or dare to brave the cafeteria options, this is pretty much a free period.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 03:53:04</strong>
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				As soon as class is dismissed for lunch, Laura grabs up her bag and stuffs her notebook and pencil in it. After standing up and lifting it over her shoulder, she lets it bounce down so that it rests across her chest to the opposite side on her hip. She tugs her long platinum hair up out of the straps way before smoothing down her white cheerleading skirt. She looks to Nate and offers him a smile, wiggling her fingers a bit. <br><br><strong>"See you at lunch Nate."</strong><br><br>She heads out toward her locker in a casual manner. Once outside the classroom she sees her friends and fellow cheer team waiting. They walk together to her locker talking and laughing about various events in each of their days. Laura doesn't tell them about the boys or whats been going on with her, she just listens to them for the most part. After putting away her bag she grabs her purse from her locker and they head down to the cafeteria. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raijin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 04:20:22</strong>
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				<em>Ichirou hears the Bell ringing</em><br><br><strong>Finally!!! damn i wanna smoke an cigaret</strong><br><br>Ichirou walks out of the class, and rushes to his locker. Grabs something to eat and drink. And go's outside, finds an nice spot to eat and sits down. <br><br>Ichirou looks around, he enjoys looking when people move around. He grabs his pack of cigarets and lights an cigaret up.<br>Then he opens his brown paper bag and looks what's inside it<br><br><em>oww man...what the hell is this for bullshit....owww wait...well its not to bad to eat....i wonder how much money i have....</em><br><br>Ichirou searches in his pockets for money.......he finds 5 dollar....Then an Asian guy walks up to him<br><br>heeey, isn't smoking against the rules???<br>I don't know, so what?<br>hmm...can...can i have an cigaret??<br>no<br>Why not?<br>Because they ain't for free you know?...<br>owww common just one!<br><br><em>For fuck sake....why do people always bring this bullshit to me...i wish i could just beat the shit out of that guy</em><br><em>The Asian guy keeps annoying Ichirou </em><br><br><strong>Alright alright, fine here you can have an fucking cigaret alright!?</strong><br><em>Ichirou hands out an cigaret, and walks to the cafeteria. When he enters the cafeteria he is annoyed because its pretty crowded</em><br><br><em>Great where the hell can i eat now.....</em><br><em>Ichirou walks around and looks for an place to sit down.....</em><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 17:43:57</strong>
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				"Bye...Laura"<br><br>Nathan watched Laura exit the classroom, aware that she had made plans to have lunch with the jock he confronted earlier. He leaned back in his chair and waited for the rest of the class to rush out to Lunch, his was packed in his car, waiting for him. Once everyone was out, he shoved the notebook into his pocket and walked towards the front of the school. He had a hand wrapped sandwich roll and a bottle of orange tea in a small carrying ice box, grabbing both items he returned to the cafeteria area. <br><br>He hated this part of school sometimes, but fortune was with him today, he found a nice grass area with a tree providing ample shade. Leaning against the tree he kicked his feet out and laid his lunch roll on his lap as he got comfortable. He ate slowly, lowering the glasses over his head and enjoying the moment of peace surrounding him, even if the entire lunch period was loud and bustling with action. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 01:27:02</strong>
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				Shawn got up and walked out of the classroom and to his locker once he got there he saw all the cheer girls at lauras locker and he smiled and winked at them before closing his locker and standing next to Laura.<br><br>"So you ready?"<br><br>Shawn said as he looked at Laura.<br><br><em>Meanwhile else where</em><br><br>A couple of the upperclassmen that where on the football team with Shawn say Nate sitting by himself so they approached him.<br><br>"Hey you, we saw you in the hall going off on Shawn, Shawn is a nice guy but he is cocky but he won't hurt anyone unless they really deserve but thats not how we roll you mess with one of our teammates you mess with all of us. Get em guys."<br><br>One of the jocks said as the other two walked over and grabbed Nathan and stood him up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 01:36:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You going to kick my ass then?"<br>He stared up at the group of them, his hands wrapped around the glass bottle in his hand. Bringing it up to take a drink, a few students noticing the confrontation. Nate did not want to get his ass kicked, but if he did not put on an equal facade as him, they would think they had the advantage. <br>"Go ahead take a swing and get benched the rest of the season, I did nothing wrong...let go of me you pieces of shit." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 01:48:12</strong>
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				"Hey I'll be waiting for you outside ok Laura."<br><br>Shawn said as he turned and walked outside and saw a couple of the upperclassmen talking to Nate. Shawn found it a little weird but didn't bother them.<br><br><em>meanwhile with nate</em><br><br>"What you say boy!"<br><br>One of the jocks said as they hit him in the stomach and glared at him and then the leader like jock stepped closer to Nathan and put his hands into a fist and raised his arm to get ready to punch Nathan.<br><br>*umph*<br><br>Shawn had ran all the way across the way and tackled the jock that was about to punch Nathan and then he got up and looked at the other two.<br><br>"You two know that I can get you thrown off the bench for what you are doing and if you don't let him go right now I will get you kicked off the team and there will go your scholarships. So I'm telling you to let him go now!"<br><br>Shawn said as he put his hands into fists and was ready to fight the other two if needed
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 02:41:01</strong>
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				One of Nate's knees hit the ground as the air and lunch was knocked out of him, he coughed up everything in his system as the punch had caught him off guard. Spitting out everything from his mouth, he wiped away the remnants with the back of his hand. Stepping back and away from the group of jocks. <br><br>"Fuck all of you...especially you Shawn..."<br><br>He stumbled back a bit, and into the onlooking crowd. Wanting to get away from everything and everyone, he slipped into a nearby classroom and took a seat on the table. His stomach hurt from the punch but he was still hungry, but did consider going back out there until the next class session. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 02:59:52</strong>
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				Shawn glared at the others and just ignored Nathans words after he delt with the other jocks he walked off after Nathan and followed him into the classroom without saying anything he put a 10 dollar bill on the desk he was sitting at and then walked out of the room and back to wait for Laura.he reached up to wipe what he thought was sweat off his forehead but he had a scratch and it was bleeding a little.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 03:02:56</strong>
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				Laura looked at Shawn as she was talking to her friends and then she said her goodbyes to them. The girls hugged and whispered little things into her ear, she smiled and nodded without saying anything back. Pulling her pony tail down she shook out her long hair and let it go loose before brushing it out and tugging it back up again. Looking back to Shawn she started to reply to him when he spoke again. <br><br><strong><em>"Hey I'll be waiting for you outside ok Laura."</em></strong><br><br>She wasn't trying to delay anything she just wasn't sure what was going on. She sighed a little and turned to start down the hallway. She saw him go outside and then heard the commotion. She started down at a slow jog wondering just what the heck was happening. A few other students had gathered around watching and cheering one or the other on. She peeked through in time to see Nate get slammed into the stomach and then Shawn was yelling at them all. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath letting it out slowly. She had hoped it would help calm her but it only made her inward thoughts burst outward.<br><br><strong>Geezus Christ Shawn! What the hell is up with you guys thinking you can bully everyone into doing what you want? You don't own me Shawn. You can't push friends away from me just because you want a piece of ass.&nbsp; There are plenty of other girls at Adam High that would love for you to fight guys for them. Why don't you go buy them lunch?!</strong><br><br>She turns in a huff and storms off down the hallway grumbling, her hair swishing with her moves. She crossed her arms firmly over her mid chest area as the heat from her upset flooded her pale cheeks. It was obvious Laura wasn't interested in the 'beat em off with a stick' mentality. Turning down the hallway into the busy cafeteria she found her friends and sat down next to them. From a distance one could her being comforted and hugged as she talked with a deeply emotional intensity displayed.<br><br><strong> I can't believe he had those guys beat up on Nate? It was uncalled for! Who do they think they are? I mean what if they seriously hurt him!&nbsp; OMG! NATE! I didn't even check on him! Crap! </strong><br><br>Getting up from her seat she looks around the cafeteria for Nate. When she doesn't spot him anywhere she runs off out of the cafeteria in search of her new friend. Laura didn't care who saw her or heard her voicing her concerns. She was deeply offended and embarrassed at that point. Everyone was staring at her and watching, as they whispered amongst themselves about the drama of the week.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazEGrl</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 03:13:05</strong>
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				Shawn was walking around looking for Laura when he walked around a corner and bumped into someone and he looked up and saw that it was Laura.<br><br>"O I'm sorry Laura. Hey why do you look so mad?"<br><br>Shawn asked confused
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raijin</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 03:57:34</strong>
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				<em>Ichirou went to the bathrooms to take an leak</em><br><br>Ichirou see's a couple of students running, and an big fight started. Ichirou crossed his arms, and started to watch/<br><br><em>Wait an minute ain't that Shawn an Nate fighting?...Ohh my god, fighting over an girl..what an waiste of an time</em><br><br>Ichirou shouts<br><strong>Pussys....</strong><br><br>After awhile Ichirou see's Nate going in to an class room. Ichirou wondert what to do...He was bored and an bit of action never could hurt<br><br><em>hmmm...ow what the hell....</em><br><br>After Shawn left the class room, he enter the room. He looked at Nate, and asked<br><br>Damn, you got an beating up for sure. You alright?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The High School Days </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 12:31:05</strong>
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				Nate reached for the bill that was left and ripped it to pieces and let the neat pile remain on the table, offended at the gesture, Shawn group of meat heads were ordered to mindlessly kick the crap out of him...but for what?! His mind was racing with thoughts, both arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back into his chair. <br><em>Why the fuck didn't you swing back?...now everyone would think you're a coward...don't make things harder for mom...she is still new in their city, new job,new house, last thing she needs to worry about is me!</em><br><br>He had hardly realized the other student walked in asking him if he was alright, looking up from the pile of torn shreds he looked up at him.<br>"Why you want to get in a free punch also? That piece of shit send you in to finish what those seniors couldn't?" <br>Sliding back in his chair he turned around and walked out of the classroom, his blood boiling at the events of this day. Walking away from the whispering voices and peering eyes he moved his hands to his head and breathed deep to calm himself. Once he figured he was alone, he sat behind one of the class room buildings and lowered his glasses to keep his eyes from revealing his hurt ego. 
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