A school slave (Combi and Dashenka)
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				Title: <strong>A school slave (Combi and Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 02:44:03</strong>
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				The school had been sitting on the edge of town for quite some time - it had been built in the Victorian ages, and still had a quality of that time; despite its vast renovations and modernisation, it seemes you can never take a building that's old, and make it new, without it keeping some qualities that it once had. The school was quite large; the closest building to the road was the receptionists building, and was the main entrance to the school; there was an arch around the door that hadn't been taken down when the building was changed; everyone seemed to love it, and it was one of the few things that seemed to tell anyone that it hadn't always been a school; although most of the stone work had weathered, the flowers still had some definition, but there was talk in the student council, and student-teacher meetings if they should get someone to rework it, and restore it back to a less weathered state. Once you walked into the building, you seemed to step from a Victorian era, straight into the twenty-first century; the floor was carpeted, there were floor-to-cealing plate-glass windows, and computers behind the receptionists desk. Along one wall, there were student notices, tacked up onto a blue board. <br><br>The grounds were well-kept, In the middle of the grassy field, there was a statue of Venus with a pot; it was speculated that it used to be a fountain and water ran through the statue, to the pot, and onto the indentation that ran around the base, however the water had run dry, so it was kept more as an ornamental piece than anything else. There were probably about 4 buildings, excluding the receptionists, that the students could walk in, most of them contained classrooms, and one of them contained a canteen, <br><br>One of the students who went to this school (known as St Marys), was Jessica Williams Parker. She had dirty-blond hair, and a slightly pointed nose. Her eyes were an olive green, and she stood about five foot five inches tall. She wasn't what one would call a straight A student; she probably wasn't even what some would call an average student. She seemed to fall slightly below that mark, but what she lacked in academia, she made up for with her personality. 90 Percent of the time, she was quite a happy and bubbly person; and very few had seen her upset. Even&nbsp; less of those had seen her cry. She had had a relatively normal life, hanging out with normal friends; worrying about her weight, caring enough about her image to be normal, but not enough to be vain. That is, unless you count the relationship she had with another student at the school - it had started awhile ago now, Jess probably would have forgotten when it happened exactly; but she saw one of the girls were getting picked on by other kids - bully and she helped the girl out of it; since then, they seemed to have been inseparable. Most assumed they were good friends; and even Jess couldn't remember if either of them had ever said anything about her being Jess' slave or not, but it was pretty much their relationship.<br><br>It was still the early morning, but&nbsp; Jess usually was a morning person, or she preferred to be a morning person; she could easily switch her sleeping habits. Her bike was laying on the ground beside the old Venus fountain, and Jess had a book out, and was reading it in the early morning sun; she had arranged to meet her 'slave' out here; her bag was a little heavier than usual, not that anyone else would be able to tell. <br><br>Wearing a red tank top, the chest part of which was made of black lace, and her trousers were some black lace up trousers.<br><br>(http://www.chinatowner.com/images/products/33844/33844_m.jpg)<br>(http://www.chinatowner.com/images/products/33310/33310_m.jpg)<br><br>Every so often, when she happened to turn the page, she would also look up, to see if her slave had arrived. Not that she set a specific time; she was more general, all she had said was 'early' and around the time she would be arriving, so, for now, she would just wait. <br><br><div align="center">(http://www.toti.externet.hu/public4/nyar1333/a03.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A school slave (Combi and Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 11:11:15</strong>
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				Staicey Walker woke up from the alarm immediately regretting she had set it. Today was the last class before the physics test and she knew she was going to fail. She just wanted to work with her hands not the brainpower topics. This year was going to be a struggle, just as the last years. Only now it was because of the topics and the first year it was because of her height and body structure. <br><br>Being 6'0 she was rather tall for a girl, combined with the only 105 lbs the scales tipped her on, she was a great target for the bullies in the first year. Although she could take care of herself perfectly, her athletic body was trained in karate and jiu jitsu, she was afraid to use it against her opponents, scared of being sent off St Marys.<br><br>Jessica helped her a lot and they had become close friends. Intimate friends even. Or maybe more. Slowly she got out of bed, slipped on a thong and a bra and packed her bag, thinking what to wear. Jessica had asked her to come and meet her this morning and although not being a morning person, she knew she'd better head call to Jessica's wishes. <br><br>Staicey dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a white blouse. The weather was good and she didn't need more. <br><br>As she came outside the could still smell the morning. The grass was still moist form the dew and the sun was peeking over the campus buildings. She looked at the big clock and smiled. Nobody could get her out of bed at 7:30 in the morning except Jessica. As she approached the fountain she got a little nervous. She trusted Jessica but it was always the question what she had in mind. <br><br>"Morning sunshine," she greeted her friend as she walked up to her. 
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