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Post by Annika~ on Jul 31, 2009 19:41:17 GMT -5
[Keep in mind that if you want to make a new thread, then please start it like this.
Setting: The math classroom in Concord--Carlisle High.
Characters: Gianna, the math teacher, other student characters are free to join in as well.
Time: 8:00 A.M. to 9:30?
Synopsis: It's Gianna's first day of school, and she's already thinking about next summer break.]
Thank God. I'm early.
In the back of the small crowd that was trying to get through the door, Gianna dug through her shoulder bag to find her math folder. Some of the faces in the group looked familiar--yet the change over the summer was always odd. Some girls were still growing taller and bigger, growing slimmer and more like real fifteen-year-olds instead of the nervous, awkward freshmen from last year. Some had suddenly transitioned from clear mascara and lip gloss to obnoxious colors of eyeshadow and bright pink lipstick. That's the way it goes. she thought.
She pulled her red folder out of her shoulder bag, and found a seat in the middle of the rows, next to a tall, Hispanic girl and an empty seat. Class started in fifteen minutes--she had plenty of time to socialize.
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Post by Annika~ on Aug 20, 2009 17:41:13 GMT -5
[OOC: -jabs thread- Anyone? D: ]
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Post by 㣡mâÿ - - -♫ on Aug 22, 2009 19:55:25 GMT -5
{Yay. I can roleplay now  }
Not only had the girls grown, but the boys had too. They were taller and many had lost their awkward gait. While the girls had simply changed makeup, the boys now flaunted what little facial hair they had managed to aquire. They came into the classroom in large packs, jostling for free seats and joking about whatever had happened during their break. However, Thomas slipped in the room lagging behind the other boys, looking just as he had ever done. Well, there were more shadows under his eyes. He pulled the shoulder strap of his bag further up his shoulder and scanned the room for a seat. He took the one beside Gianna, a familiar face from his classes the last grade, and gave her a small smile. "Can I sit with you?" he asked, his English accent even more prominent.
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Post by Annika~ on Aug 22, 2009 21:26:31 GMT -5
Gianna looked up from her desk, giving him a small half-smile. "Oh...hi! You're Thomas, right?" she said. She recognized him vaguely from last year--he seemed nice. "Sure," she added, almost forgetting his question.
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Post by 㣡mâÿ - - -♫ on Aug 26, 2009 1:05:27 GMT -5
Thomas nodded, returning the smile. He lowered his bag onto the floor and took the seat beside her. "And you must be Gianna?" he asked, sliding his text book onto the table. The book was relatively heavy and dangerous looking, just like the subject that it contained. "I think we had some classes together last year and I see you around town," he said, flicking through the book. "Not that I'm a stalker, mind you," he added quickly, giving her a nervous smile. He was really trying to come across as a nice guy without seeming pushy but Thomas was finding it hard. The shadows under his eyes told Gianna just how tired he was. "I think our parents are friends. Mum had me send a post card...," he said softly, looking back at his book, blushing slightly.
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Post by Annika~ on Aug 29, 2009 9:43:25 GMT -5
"Oh, right!" Gianna replied. "Thanks for that, by the way. It's neat." She could vaguely remember Thomas herself--she was now sure she saw him at the library a few days ago. She opened her book, staring at a long formula taking up the most of the page. No. I do not like that at all. she thought, and then closed it gently.
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Post by 㣡mâÿ - - -♫ on Aug 31, 2009 18:05:06 GMT -5
Thomas caught her expression towards the formula and laughed lightly. "Horrible, isn't it? I was looking through it yesterday and, believe it or not, it gets worse." He looked at the whiteboard where the teacher was already writing what they were expected to learn in this course.
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Post by Annika~ on Aug 31, 2009 20:37:05 GMT -5
Gianna turned to Thomas. What the... I don't think anything gets worse than that. she thought, just shuddering at the thought. She was a natural-born math hater, and because of her awful grades in it, there was no chance of her ever making honor roll. "That's crazy," she said, shaking her head, but she couldn't help but grin.
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Post by ♥♥ Simplyyy Mere on Sept 5, 2009 16:53:20 GMT -5
Cadie breezed into the room, her shoulder bag weighing her left shoulder down with her horrid Geometry text book and other rancid scholarly thing. She glanced quickly around the room without stopping, wondering idly why none of her friends seemed to be there. Her eyes narrowed on the last remaining seat. Why did they need to crowd up the classroom? She sat down in it, setting the pristine gingham-patterned bag down. Cadie silently took out her math book, ignoring the two chatting non-socials on her left. Though her math things were all out, she didn't do any math quite yet. She took out a thin sheet of paper - thinned by the excess erasing - grayed down by faint lines of what once was. She continued on her planning. I mean, her sixteenth birthday was coming up shortly.
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Post by 㣡mâÿ - - -♫ on Sept 5, 2009 19:25:45 GMT -5
He returned the grin and looked to his right where a girl had taken the seat beside him. Thomas recognised her instantly as Acardia, or Cadie as she was called, who was a rather good-looking girl in his year. However, any effect of her appearance on the boy was nullified by the fact that Thomas felt she was as shallow as puddle in a desert. In the back row, he caught the gaze of some of his male friends who were smiling in amusement and jerking there heads towards her. He rolled his eyes, sighing, and turned back to Gianna.
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Post by ♥♥ Simplyyy Mere on Sept 10, 2009 17:51:58 GMT -5
Cadie looked over at the person beside her. It was that British dude. She didn't remember his name. Was she supposed to? She didn't remember. She didn't care, either. She had a birthday party to plan. Much more important. She was about to turn back to her thin sheet of paper, but the bell rang for class to begin. Sighing, she put it away. She had to focus and do her work, or get kicked off the field hockey team. And that was one of the most important things in her life.
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