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Post by freebird on Aug 21, 2010 22:57:25 GMT -6
Averie bounced into the cafeteria, her long, brunette curls bobbing behind her as she walked.Her hair was getting longer since she first arrived, and she briefly considered getting it cut. Her make up was placed on her face elegantly, and long earrings hung from her ears. She was wearing her favorite plaid shirt, unbuttoned, and a white tank top was underneath. Dark, distressed jeans hung tightly to her hip bones and everything was topped off with colorful flip flops. Dark, large sunglasses were carefully placed on the top of her head, as if she had just emerged from the summer sun, which she had.
Glancing casually at the food being prepared by the staff, she decided upon a water and a chicken caesar salad, grabbing the correct utensils as well. There were a few people gathered around in the room, and Averie quickly slid into an empty table and seat.
Opening the carefully prepared salad, she looked around the room for anyone she knew, which she did not recognize anyone.She took out her fork and dipped it into the salad, beginning to eat it efficiently. She cracked open the water bottle, taking a long drag out of it and then set it back down on the table too. |
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Post by jillaroo on Aug 22, 2010 1:20:48 GMT -6
The cafeteria was nearly empty at this time of day. Samantha beamed when she saw a familiar figure sitting by herself at one of the tables. “Hey Averie!” she shouted over the hum of conversation. She went bright red when several heads turned to see what the commotion was. Waving cheerily at a couple of girls she knew, Samantha scuttled between two empty tables, and slid down next Averie, her blue eyes sparkling and brown hair coming loose from its scrunchie.
“Ugh, I’ve got maths with Mr Lame-o next period,” she announced dramatically, and rolled her eyes. “He gave us three whole pages of algebra as homework last week. By the time I was finished, I didn’t know what letter of the alphabet I was trying to find!”
She turned to pull a dog-eared notebook out of her backpack, and opened it to the first page. Half the sums had been crossed out in red pen and at the bottom of the page was a note lecturing her on the importance of listening in class. “See look,” she exclaimed with a frown. “I’m going to fail maths for sure!”
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Post by freebird on Aug 23, 2010 22:46:23 GMT -6
Averie glanced up as soon as she heard her name being called. Coming towards her table quickly was Sam, and she instantly smiled when she was headed over. She waved a hand in greeting and called out to her quickly. "Hey Sam! She looked down towards her salad, and took another bite before pushing it from in front of her. Sam had slid down into the seat beside her, and she smiled swiftly at her.
"How are you?" When Sam began to explain about math, she shook her head swiftly. "Math was never my strong subject either.. I wish I could help you though.."
She looked down at the book and the mistakes made, and cringed slightly. She knew her page was probably marked with just as many red marks, and she was never looking forward to getting it back. "It really does not help that the teacher is so poor though.." She smiled at her once more, and then spoke again. "How's the rest of your classes going?" |
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Post by jillaroo on Aug 26, 2010 6:03:04 GMT -6
Samantha shrugged. “Okay I guess. But if I get a bad report my parents are going to ground me until I’m one-hundred and ten!” She reached down then, and grabbed a sandwich from her backpack. Taking a bite, Samantha pulled a face. “Yuck, tuna!” she exclaimed, looking down at the unfamiliar brown bag poking out of her backpack. She’d been in such a hurry this morning she must have grabbed the wrong lunch.
Thinking of this morning, Samantha suddenly realised she still had to finish the homework Mr Leno had assigned them for today’s class. With a sinking feeling, she turned to the last page in her maths book and groaned when she saw a whole other column of numbers still to add up and work out percentages for. Chewing thoughtfully on a mouthful of tuna, Samantha puzzled her way down the column to the last number. Some of the figures were hard to make out, and taking another bite of her sandwich, Samantha tried to figure out if what she was written was a seven, or a very wobbly two.
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Post by freebird on Aug 29, 2010 17:32:13 GMT -6
Averie shook her head in disgust when Sam mentioned parents and grounding. Her parents were always very placid when it came to her grades and punishment, and Averie had appreciated that part of growing up.However, she silently wished that they would of been more sticklers for doing homework and going to school. They were just happy when she returned from school not crying cause of the other girls picking on her for being so quiet. Sighing, she pulled the sunglasses off the top of her head and let her thoughts run wild briefly.
Flipping her long, dark hair, she watched as Sam exclaimed in disgust about her lunch, and then glanced down at the salad which sat before her on the table. She dipped her fork into the salad again, taking another cautious bite before pushing it from in front of her again.
Smiling, she looked over at Sam who appeared poured over her math book. Silently, she felt bad for the girl. She wished she could help the girl with her math, but math was always Averie's weak subject as well. Casting a lazy glance over at the numbers, she shook her head slightly in confusion. "I think people created math just to torture us.." |
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Post by jillaroo on Sept 1, 2010 3:25:54 GMT -6
Samantha’s brown hair hung loose over her shoulder. She pushed it back out of her face, and with a small frown, ran her finger down the page. The column of numbers blurred into a mess of red pen, and Samantha swallowed a groan. Percentages were supposed to be easy. She’d learned all about them in grade school, but lately she’d been finding it hard to concentrate on anything.
She remembered the teacher talking about the class homework, but she’d been passing notes for one of the cheerleaders, and then the bell had rung and she’d been so busy chatting with Chrissy Simons about study group in the library, she hadn’t copied down a word the teacher had said.
Samantha glanced up when Averie leaned over to have a look. “I know!” she exclaimed with a sigh. “All they would have to do is tie me to a desk and make me do a page of calculus, and I’d confess everything!” Shutting the book, Samantha shoved it down into the bottom of her backpack. “Anyways, enough about stupid maths,” she said, and crinkled her nose. “Did you hear about the two kids they caught making out behind the library?”
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Post by freebird on Sept 2, 2010 18:23:45 GMT -6
Averie ran a hand through her long, dark brown hair and smirked quickly. The cafeteria was slightly more busy than when she had first entered, although she still did not know many people. In fact, Sam was only one of the few who were nice enough to introduce themselves. Sighing, she looked around the room once more and raised her eyebrows briefly at the people. Outside, the sun was just beginning to set, and the sky was beginning it's nightly descent. Streaks of colors were painting the once blue sky and Averie was momentarily captivated by the beauty of it all.
Snapping back to reality, Averie heard Sam make the comment about all people would have to do is tie her up, and she would confess everything. She chuckled lightly, knowing that she was in the same situation. "You and me both girl. They would probably have fun doing it too.. weirdos.." Cracking a smile, she looked over at Sam once more and watched as she placed the book back into her bag. Hearing the comment about the people, her mouth fell wide open and looked at Sam in surprise. "Wait.. no.. really?!" |
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Post by jillaroo on Sept 4, 2010 19:07:23 GMT -6
Samantha glanced up as a group of students clattered noisily into the cafeteria, one of the girls shrieking with laughter at something her friend had said. Samantha shot them an irritated look, feeling a pang of jealousy, when she saw how casually the girls chatted with a group of boys sitting down the back.
Shaking her head, she turned back to her friend. “Everyone was saying in the girls’ bathroom, how they were going to get to you know...third base when they got busted," she said matter-of-factly to Averie.
“I couldn’t even imagine doing it with any of the guys from class,” she declared suddenly. “They’re just so...yuck.” Her nose wrinkled when she thought of making out with that dorky guy from history class who always sat next to her, or that cute guy who turned out to be completely obsessed with computer games once she got to know him better. She started to giggle. It would probably be like kissing a wet fish!
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Post by Sync on Sept 4, 2010 20:43:23 GMT -6
   • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •The girl tugged on her shoes, stumbling and hitting the ground in her dorm flat on her face. Ooft! she exclaimed, picking herself up off the floor and giggling stupidly. Although she was a trained gymnast, her balance was crap during every day tasks and apparently putting on shoes was one of them. The girl chuckled again and pulled her hair up into a high pony tail, then picking up Maya and placing her in her cage. The Akita puppy, unlike you would expect, curled up immediately and snuggled down to sleep. The girl darted from her room, making her way to the cafeteria for lunch. As she got there, she became stuck behind a group of gossiping girls. She flinched when she heard them mention her brother. Javier wasn't the most social of people, yet they had no need to slag him off. One of the girls began to explain how cute she thought Javier was and she covered her ears, Alisha didn't need to hear that. She followed them in, and then parted in the opposite direction. She practically ran toward the line up, picking up a ham sandwich and an orange juice.
As she scoped the room to find a seat, she saw most places were full. She saw a table which held a couple of boys poured over a comic book. That held her interest for a second but decided against it. Then she noted two girls nearer the rear of the room, seeing their friendly faces as they engaged in conversation. She made her way to their table, picking up on the last two sentences of the one girl. Doing what? she asked with interest, then noting she was being rude. Sorry! I'm Alisha Fidelia, New to the school. Do you mind if I sit with you guys? she asked, her pale cheeks flushing a cute pink. Her smile was friendly, her almost black oracles switching from each girl as she awaited an answer.
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Post by freebird on Sept 12, 2010 8:45:07 GMT -6
Averie shook her head in amazement and disgust when Sam filled her in about the two kids being caught. She could not imagine doing that with any of the boys here either. Sure, there were boys at home she was interested in, but here? No way! Shaking her head once more, she looked around the cafeteria at the other students. Girls were sitting in the back, giggling loudly with some guys. Averie was tired of those type of girls. They giggled loudly and did whatever they had to get guys attention.
"I couldn't imagine doing that with any of the boys here either.." Shaking her head, she looked back over towards the girls again. She turned her head when she heard a girl stand by their table and spoke up to them. "Sure, you can sit here! My name's Averie by the way. It's nice to meet you Alisha." She looked over towards Sam, allowing her to introduce herself.
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Post by jillaroo on Sept 13, 2010 15:35:30 GMT -6
Samantha’s mouth made an ‘O’ of surprise, and she gulped down the last mouthful of tuna sandwich. “Uh...um...we were just talking about um, finding someone to partner with in English class” she said weakly, and shrugged her shoulders. Her face was bright red, and she busied herself with packing away her lunch.
Averie started talking, and Samantha shot her friend a grateful smile. She frowned as her maths book caught in the bag’s zipper, and she tugged it free. The whole back cover ripped off, still wedged in the zip, and she groaned.
Samantha glanced up to see the two girls looking at her expectantly, and she brightened. “Oh, well I’m Samantha Hale, but everyone just calls me Sam,” she told the girl. “But anyways, how are you finding being the new girl? I always thought it kind of sucks,” she added with a grin.
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