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Post by Aeris on Jan 1, 2005 23:21:17 GMT -5
Cody walked down to the dining room where his Uncle Kai, who looked extremely tired, was eating breakfast. "You look so tired, Uncle," Cody said as he made some toast. "I always look like this, Cody," he replied with a half-hearted chuckle. "Exactly, Uncle." "Cody, Cody, Cody," Uncle Kai said, shaking his head. He ruffled his nephew's light brown hair as he sat down at the table. "I have some news for you." "Oh?" Cody asked, mildly interested. He looked at his uncle, trying not to show the worry that he had for his only living relative. "Well, we are going to have to move. We don't need a house this big. Your aunt always liked big houses... And I can't afford the upkeep, so we'll be moving. Is that all right?" Cody shrugged. "Can't be any better than it is here." He remembered how he was shunned from his classmates, ever since that day he had accidentally blurted out he had made 5 of his relatives die. This wasn't true, of course, but he and the other kids his age believed it. Nephew and uncle finished breakfast in peace. "I'm going to go to work now. Enjoy what's left of your life here. We'll be moving in a week or so." Uncle Kai rose from his seat and left.
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Post by Gymnaststar on Jan 1, 2005 23:53:51 GMT -5
The nurse that had spoke to Lisa before had come out of the room, and walked over to stand before her. Lisa, who had just woken up, stood up in a daze. " You can go see her now. I'll show you to her room." Nodding with a tired smile, she followed the nurse to the room. Whial walking down the hallway, the nurse explained Grace's situation," Well, she has a minor concusion, and a bruis on her left temple. On her right hand her pointer finger is broken, so she'll have a splint on that for a few weeks." Thinking for a moment, Lika wondered were the blood had come from. " Well, if thats it, were did the blood come from?" " Oh, well, on her left eye, she has a pretty deep gash." " Oh, okay. Is she going to be okay?" " Yea, she shud be in a few weeks. We are going to have to put her on medication to prevent any infection." Nodding, Lisa responded," Okay, thats fine. I'll make sure she takes it." " Thank you, Can i ask you a question?" Stoping in the doorway of the room that Grace layed in Lisa replyed, " Yea, sure." " How did she get these inguries?" Looking at Grace who at the moment was staring out the window, she answered, " I don't know, I found her this way. Will you excuse me? I want to go check on her." Nodding, the nurse turned and walked in the opposite direction. Taking a deep breath, Lisa walked into the room. " Why did you tell her you found me this way." Grace was quietly still looking out the window. Lisa sighed," Because, I dont want you to be taken away unless I know I could take you in." Looking down at Grace, she took a seat by the bed. Looking out the window, Graces long curly brown hair flowed over shoulders resting on her chest. Ploped up on pillows, she had her head was tuned completly away from her old friend. " Why dont you take me away now?" Her voice was low and innocent, she didnt even know if Lisa had heard her. " Well.... cause I have things to do, grown up things, I'm not ready for a kids now." Trying to make it sound better then it was, she went to continue, " But, you will someday, I promise. We could-" Trying to take Grace's hand in hers, Grace moved her hand and sighed quietly, " Your going to send me back there, arnt you." Lisa looked down at the floor, " Only for a little whial."
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Post by Aeris on Jan 2, 2005 0:13:15 GMT -5
Salila watched Jimmy run out. "What a loser," she muttered, staring at the ground as she brushed by Dylan. "You got that right," he mumbled as he looked up at her. Startled, he paused and his brows furrowed. "Do I...know you?" "I don't think so-" Salila's gaze slipped over him as she looked outside. It was getting really dark. "I've got to go now," she said hurriedly as she rushed out the door, not looking at Dylan once.
-10 minutes later-
"Where have you been?" The babysitter asked, hands on her hips. "I went to buy some soda," Salila replied defiantly. "Soda? Soda?!?! SODA?!?!" The woman shouted. "That's it! This is the last straw! I'm calling your parents!" Salila glared at Franny, the babysitter, who picked up the phone and started dialing a number. "You don't have to call them!" Salila shouted, trying to wrench the phone out of her grasp. "Let go you little brat!" Franny shrieked as she grabbed the phone back. Salila landed on the floor with a thud. "Go to your room. Now!" Salila stuck her tongue out at Franny, rather immaturely, and she ran up the stairs to her room.
Minutes later, she picked up the phone that she had in her room, and she overheard the conversation. "Yes, your daughter has been breaking many rules. Sneaking out after dark. Getting her clothes dirty. Not wearing the proper clothes. Buying soda of all things. Grabbing things from me. Shouting at me. Really, there is something wrong with that girl." "Oh, I do hope she's all right. No one harmed her while she sneaked out?" A concerned female voice asked, Salila's mother. Salila sighed with relief. Her mother wouldn't be hard on her. She always felt everything was the parent's fault and that Salila was never to blame. "The girl is fine," Franny said impatiently. "Give the phone to Bob." Salila heard a rustle, the movement of the phone. "Hello?" Said a deep, annoyed voice. Franny repeated everything she had said to Salila's mom, Betty. "Yes yes," Bob said. "I think the best way to solve this is to send Salila to a psychiatrist. There's something wrong with her head. Franny, make appointments for her to see that lady psychiatrist, you know, the one well-know." "Ok then Bob. Thank you. Good night." "Good night."
Salila hung up the phone in shock. She was going to be sent to a psychiatrist. She poured the soda, glad she had a whole bottle. She would be able to drown her sorrows in Coke tonight.
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Post by Gymnaststar on Jan 8, 2005 23:53:48 GMT -5
Gritting his teeth and twisting his wrists that are curently sore from the tight handcuffs, Damien rested his arms on his legs with his head hanging, staring at the floor. In the distance, a woman with a concerned shattered voice cried," Were is my son? I just want to see my son." Knowing that it was his mother, who had once again had to wake up in the middle of the night, or come home from work to pick him up and would stay up all night worring about him, Damien sat up strait and leaned back against the wall with his head still bowed. " Oh! oh baby!" The doors of the cell flew open as his mother,Valerie, came rushing in. Falling to her knees infront of her son, her long blond hair fell from off her shoulders to her back and her long brown jacket suorrounded her on the floor covering her feet. Her voice broken up and choked with tears, she held her s on close to her chest, " Damien, baby, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Closing his eyes, he shook his head. Dissapointed in himself, he couldnt bear looking at his mother who always blamed herslef for what he did. " I'm so sorry this happened.....I should have been home, I should have-" Stroking Damiens hair gently with her hand his head suddenly jerked away and she turned to watch her son stand up. " Mom, stop, please. Its not your fault.... Im the one that robbed the store, not you...." His voice was low and gental, but with sadness. His head still bowed and turned away form his mother, he helped her up," We should get home, you and Cassy havn't eaten dinner yet." Letting her son pick her up, she hugged him tightly," You take such good care of me. I love you." Kissing the top of his head she began to lead him out of the police station and to the parking lot.
-12 minutes later-
Listening as the car door closed behind him, Damien walked into the dirty gray and white house that had a screen door almost hanging off of it on it. The porch steps were craked and all sorts of bugs flew around the bright white light that glowed above the door. Walking in to the hallway, he looked over his shoulder to see if his mother was behind him, she waasnt. Taking a right into the closest room he walked into a dark room that was dimly lit by the blank blue screen of the t.v. On the couch, his now 7 year old sister slept under a thin yellow and pink knitted blanket. Smiling slightly, he walked over to the couch and picked up his thin light sister and turned to walk her to her bed. Wraping her arms around the body carrying her, Cassy, Damien's sister, nuzzeled her head into his warm neck. Carefully sliding one hand under her head and the other under her legs he placed her onto the bed and covered her with the blankets. Quietly turning to walk away, he was interupted by a small noise. Knowing exactly what it was, he turned around and looked down at the small figure 3 feet below him. " Damien? Damien can you tell me the story?" Her voice low, sweet, and gental,she rubbed her eyes and waited for him to come. Kneeling at the head of the bed, he took his sisters hand in his, and rubbed her arm. " Once upon a time, there was a beutiful fairy...."
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Post by Aeris on Jan 9, 2005 16:30:58 GMT -5
Dylan sat on the dining room chair with his family, all of them looking at him. His mother on his left side looked at him worriedly, while his sister had a smirk on her face. He was going to get in trouble again. His father sat at the head of the table, just looking at Dylan, anger evident in his eyes. And though Dylan didn't see it, disappointment was there too. It was silent for a few moments.
"Dylan," his father started, "You know I'm a police officer. You are my son. You shouldn't go around breaking laws! Punching people in the nose just because they called you names! Don't let people provoke you Dylan." "But Dad! He was being so annoying! He needed someone to punch him. Teach him a thing or two," Dylan protested. "Son, I know. But you are my son and I will not let you go around punching every guy who deserves it. This is the tenth person you've harmed this month." Dylan started to speak, but his dad broke him off. "Your mother and I have been talking..." Dylan's mother looked down at the table guiltily, "and we've decided that perhaps you need to see a psychiatrist." "What??" Dylan exploded. "I don't need some frickin psychiatrist telling me I'm mental! Punish me! Go ahead. No video games, no computer, no tv. I don't care! But for god's sake, don't send to me a f***ed-up psychiatrist!" He yelled angrily.
Officer Doherty remained silent. Then, using the voice that Dylan knew meant 'end of subject or you'll get it worse', he said, "Dylan. You will be going to see a psychiatrist next Tuesday after school. There will be other kids there your age. Kids who also have..problems. Maybe you'll actually make some friends." With that, Dylan's father stood up and left the room.
"Ahem, Anna, will you set the table?" Dylan's mom said, breaking the silence. "No problem, Mom." Anna got up and left the room to fetch the plates, trying to hold back a smile. Dylan stuck his tongue out at her and went to his room, still fuming about having to go to a psychiatrist.
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Post by Gymnaststar on Jan 11, 2005 20:01:48 GMT -5
Leaning agasinst the wall, Olivia watched her bubblegum balloon pop. Her obees cousin stood next to her, stuffing a brownie into his mouth staring down the desert table. All around them 70 year old people tried to sulsa dance at a now 100 year old's birthday party. Aunt Kate called from the pther side of the room. " Let have cake!!" All the seniour citizens stoped dancing and gatered up their walkers and scooters to stand around the cake table. Sighing loudly Olivia stood up and began to walk towards the front door. Suddenly she was stopped when her arm was grabed. " Were do you think your going?" Looking up, she saw her Uncle Hank glaring down at her. " I'm leaving this place, were do you think Im going?" Starnly he simply replied, " I know were your not going, your staying here. Im your father a-" Before he could continue, Olivia broke her arm away from his grip, " Im not your daughter, and your not my father!" Turning around she ran out of the nursing home and to the baseball feild.
She stayed there until 8:00 at night. The street lights were all that guided her home. When she walked into the house, she tried to secretly sneek up to her room. " Olivia. Come here please." It was her Aunt Kate calling from the Kitchen. Turning around, she walked into the kitchen doorway and leaned against the wall. Her Aunt and Uncle sat at the table sipping some tea in the dark room under one tinted light that shown above. " Olivia have a seat dear." Looking at them concered, she went to the seat diagnol from her Aunt and Uncle. " Olivia, we didnt know you before.....your father died, and we regret that. When you came to live with us that day, you were always so quiet, obedient, and you never called us mom and dad." Olivia knew exactly were this was going, they wanted her to call them mom and dad.....that was completly out of the question. Her Aunt continued," .....and now that your older and we're older, it would be nice if you did. But we arnt going to force you, but its open to you. And over the years, we have noticed that you have become more disobedient, more angree towards you cousin, who is like your brother. He thinks of you as his sister. And because of these sudden changes....." She fell silent and took a sip of her tea that was no longer steaming. Swallowing slowly, she continued with hesitaion, ".....and...and whial you were gone.... we called for you to see a physciatrist every tuesday from 4-6." Olivia was quiet for a moment and took everything in. Thinking about it, she became outraged and jumped up from the chair throwing it to the floor. " Your sending me to a what?! To a shrink?! You think Im stupid dont you? You want to send me to a stupid place like that so they could call me crazy and take me away off your hands!" Her right fist pounded on the table and she shook her left finger at them. The both looked away from her, picking up their elbows from the shaking table and continued to sip their tea. " You dont care sh** about me do you?!" Still they looked away, and just listened to her yell. Looking at them angrily she took the cups out of their hands and trough them against the wall infront of her. As they loudly shattered against the wall and fell to the wood floor, her Aunt and Uncle quickly looked at her. They knew she would react this way, they expected it to be alot worse, but they knew that it would be for the better if she went. " I hate the both of you, i wish those cups were your heads! Im not going no matter what!" Turning around she steped over the chair and stormed out of the room. Running out of the stairs her Uncle called from the bottom of them, " You are going." Ignoring him, Olivia ran into her room and slmaed and locked her door behind her. Falling to her bed, she muffled her tears in her pillow. Her room was dark, not a single light was on except from the moon that brightly shown in from her double window. Downstairs, her Aunt and Uncle cleaned up the mess with light tears in their eyes, they hated to see her upset, they only wished she knew that.
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Post by Aeris on May 8, 2005 16:51:15 GMT -5
"Here's another of your boxes," Mandi's father said as he handed her a large brown box. "Thanks," she mumbled. "Oh, and Mandi, you'll be seeing your psychiatrist next Tuesday. It's from 4 to 6." "What?" Mandi asked, not angrily, but in a flat tone in which the smallest hint of utter disbelief could be heard. "Why now? After 6 years you're going to send me to a psychiatrist now? Nothing can undo the damage that's already been done, Father." "Alright, but we heard that this psychiatrist is really good. Her technique is to help those in need to help find friends, and in that way they'll grow together and help each other." Mandi said nothing. Her father left, leaving the box on her bed. She sat down, tears streaming from her face. She didn't want to make friends with other misfits. She didn't want to go to school shunned by others if they knew she went to a shrink. She didn't want to have to talk about her sister. She wished it was her that died in the car crash instead. Maybe then her parents would be happy... and she would be at peace.
Looking up in the mirror at herself, Mandi saw her watery green eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "I will never cry again," she swore to herself angrily. "It's because I'm such a crybaby that I'm being sent to a shrink... I'll hide my emotions... and be safe." In this sentence, Mandi was wrong, for she couldn't be safe merely from hiding her emotions. But she was right in thinking that crying so much was the reason for her being sent to the psychiatrist, and so this was a wise decision. Mandi rose from her bed, and finished unpacking her last box.
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Post by Gymnaststar on May 8, 2005 18:21:02 GMT -5
The door to his mother's bedroom closed quietly behind him and he headed to the small table by the door, were he had preveasly seem the mail sitting. Flipping throu it,he saw all the late notices and just sighed. He had nothing more to say about his mothers drinking. One of the envelops fell to his feet. Looking down he saw that it was addressed to him. He placed the others on the table and began to open the envelope. It was a letter from his school shrink.
Dear Joel,
I am your friend, and I told you that I would always look after you, but, my time to do tha has come to an end. I am sorry that I am the one that has to tell you this, but you are being kicked out of the school on the loss of payments. I have done something for you though. As my last chance, my last way to make sure that you are helped when I can't be there for you. I have sighned you up to see a friend of mine, she is the best, better then me. It is more then payed for. Now, dont you worrie your little head about it thou, this is my treat for you. My gift to thank you for helping me more then I helped you.
Dont ever stop smiling, Mrs.Donner
P.s The sessions begin begin on the 23rd from 4-6. Look your best, make me proud...
Joel slipped the letter back into the envelope, and smiled. He was going to miss her. The smell of her hair when she hugged him hello and good-bye, the way her bright blue eyes glittered in the sunlight. But then he frowned, as he relized that he was going to be loosing the only real friend that he really ever had. Then it clicked...another shrink! "What the hell?! Oh my god, this is juuust great." Grunting, he stuffed the letter in his back pocket and proceeded to head back to the mechanic shop. He had a few hours before his mom woke back up.
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Post by Aeris on May 8, 2005 18:49:39 GMT -5
--A few days later--
Cody stared up at his new house with his uncle. It was shabby looking, and quite small. The run-down fence surrounding the backyard was barely a few feet away from the outside of the house. The steps to the front porch were wooden and looked as though they might break should you step on them too many times. Uncle Kai carefully carried a few boxes up the stairs, and Cody followed. "Uncle, why is the house so old and ugly?" He asked, disappointment in his voice. The two of them sat down at the small round table that had already been placed in the dining room/kitchen by the movers. "Well Cody, I didn't want to tell you... But I guess I have to. I lost my job." "...what?" "Yes.. and that's why I couldn't afford the upkeep of our other house. And I want to be able to supply you with food and clothes and have some money for your college intuition, so the house we're living in now won't be.. as great as we'd like..." Cody stared at his uncle, dumbfounded. "I'm a curse," he muttered. Uncle Kai's left eyebrow rose. "Now Cody... I told you, no more of that curse talk. Now go and play.. maybe you'll make some friends." "I don't want friends!" Cody replied angrily. "Well, I'm sure you'll be getting some soon," his uncle replied with a small smile. Cody gave his uncle a questioning look. "Okay... I may as well tell you... I'm sending to you to a psychiatrist." Before Cody could speak, his uncle continued. "She's good. She has this 'friendship' technique and I'm sure you'll like her. Please go Cody. I just want you to live a good life. And get rid of that curse-talk." Cody sighed. He was angry, but he wouldn't take out that anger on his uncle. "When's the first meeting?" "This Tuesday, after school from 4 to 6. And school starts tomorrow, Monday." Cody nodded, and went back outside to get more boxes, hiding his disappointment. He couldn't believe his loving uncle would be sending him to a psychiatrist.
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Post by Gymnaststar on May 8, 2005 19:29:15 GMT -5
The morning light glimmered in her window. The reflection of the sun bounced off her mirror and made it hard to see wat she was doing. Grace squinted her eyes, and did the best she could. Her hair, still wet from her shower, was begining to tangle as she brushed it back. There was a pink post-it in the corner of her mirror. Grace read it every time her eyes glidded past it.[iTuesday-23rd. 4-6.[/i] She took a hair tie and carefully pushed it over her head. She looked down and tried to smooth out the creases of her dress. And relized how much she looked like her mother.
The end of the summer breeze flew back her hair. Her dress pressed against her curves. The high school was just around the corner. She could already hear the voices of people reunighting and the murmer of people making new friends. Grace just wished that she would be able to make some.
She walked past all the people she didnt know, and looked for some other loners. She found none, all of them seemed to have friends. Opening the door to the school, she pulled out a peice of paper that told her her schedual and her locker number and combonation. " Locker 1221." She past by a bunch of lockers, but none of them were close to hers. She wondered the halls for what seemed like forever, before she gave up and looked for the libary. "At least if I find it, then I can run there..." A loud bell sudenly rang through out the halls and a group of people came running from all directions. A loud rush and the sound of doors slamming open followed. Grace froze. Her body was pushed around, as hundreds of bodies passed. Another bell echoed and the hallways were suddenly still. She looked down at the paper again, that was now torn, and read for her first class. "B-23"
Sixteen minutes later, she stepped into her English room. A tall short brown haired man stood over her. "Your late." His voice was stern, and Grace was afraid to look up. " Im sorry, I got lost." she wimpered. She felt so low, so ashamed, she was never late for class. "Take your seat." Grace looked around for an empty seat, and found one. She slid in slowly, and staired down at her desk in shame.
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Post by Aeris on May 8, 2005 20:43:45 GMT -5
Salila looked down at her schedule and found that she had art second period. Tucking the piece of paper into her pocket, she stopped by her locker to pick up some color pencils, and she headed down the hall to her art class. She entered the room just as the bell rang, and she sat down near the door so that her back was facing it. Many of the students turned their heads to look at her, and many pointed at her blue highlights and scar. She stuck her tongue out at them immaturely, and stared at the wall. "Welcome class," the teacher walked in with a light smile on his face. "I'm sure most of you who like art will enjoy art. Today we will just start with a freehand creative idea. I'll hand out some paper, and I want you to draw how summer was. What it meant to you-" Groans emerged from the class, as the teacher continued. "I know it's what you've done every year coming back from summer vacation, but here it is. It doesn't have to be summer. Only what it meant to you." With that, he passed out the paper. Salila stared at her paper blankly, and took out her color pencils. "Summer... summer..." She first drew a girl, a girl with blue highlights.Then she drew a balcony... a balcony that she was climbing off of...
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Post by Gymnaststar on May 9, 2005 17:27:31 GMT -5
"I hate this school." Damien stated as a set of his books fell out of his hands and landed on his left foot. His face crunched in pain and he gritted his teeth in fear that a scream would come out. He bent down to pick up his books when a foot came out from the corner of his eye and kicked his Social studies book away. Damien sighed and picked up the book. "Whats your problem?" Damien said as he stood up. "You, you hilbilly." The boy in a football jersey dated from last year replied with a smirk. Damien curled his fingers in a fist,"Look, you leave me alone, and Ill leave you alone." The 3 boys laughed and hooted as he walked away trying to control his anger. He arrived in his Science class about a minute after the bell rung. " Stand against the wall. Keep your stuff." Said a short black haired hispanic women when he went to to sit in a desk. He looked towards the back of the room were the women was pointing and saw a long row of students standing against the wall, some were conversing, some were looking into nothing.
He grabed his stuff and stood in the back of the room. The women stood before them with a pointer stick. " My name is Ms.Pennelopie, and I am going to be your teacher for the year. When I call your name, I will point to the seat you will be expected to be sitting in for the reast of the year." She let out a set of rules, and passed out forms that parents needed to sighn. Then began to call out names," ...Alex, Courtney, Damien, Dylan, Peter..." Damien took his seat, and looked about the room. He turned around to see the boy that sat next to him looking his way. "....Hi"
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Post by Aeris on May 10, 2005 15:20:05 GMT -5
"What?" Dylan replied rudely. He blinked, then a second later said, "Oh.. hi." He took his heavy backpack off his shoulder and lay it on the floor, and sat at his desk facing forward. The teacher finished calling out the names and she stood at her desk, talking about what they would be learning this year. "Blah blah blah..." Dylan said, talking to himself again. "Where did I put that notebook.." he rummaged around in his backpack and pulled it out. "Ah, right here." "What's that, Mr. Doherty?" Dylan looked up. "Huh?" "Did you say something?" He gave the teacher a confused and innocent look. "No ma'am." "Oh... alright then. Now then... today we are going to start..." The teacher faded off and talked for the rest of the period.
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Post by Gymnaststar on May 10, 2005 16:29:58 GMT -5
Fourth period, Olivia couldnt wait to get started. She had gym and was hopping that the teacher would just jump right into things. As she ran down the crowded hallways, she bumped into a few people along the way, " Hey! Watched it!" They growled. " Sorry, gonna be late!" Her voice squeeqed at the usually high excitment in her voice. Her baggie jeans kept tripping her as she rounded the corner.
Bleachers linned the walls of the gym and students sat upon them with their backpacks on their laps. Olivia's backpack was a one strap and was made of three different shades of blue. She wore a dark blue, almost black jean with a long sleeved red shirt. " Name?" A masculant man with dusty blond hair and grass green eyes looked down at her and waited for an answer." O...Olivia Vickson." The man smiled, " Hello Olivia, take a seat on the bleachers, my name is Mr. Graco." She nodded and headed to the bleachers. She jumped up to the bleachers and took a seat next to a short, black haired, wide eyed girl, that seemed to be extreamly fasinated with her shoe lases. The teacher began to talk about the fundemantals of Gym, the rules of the gymnasium and outside, the sports and games that they will be playing, and the clothes that they will have to wear accourding the the sport or game. "...do you all understand? Now, today we will just hang out here, and tomarrow we will start a game so that we will all get to know each other." Olivia smiled and dreamed about the upcomming games that they could be playing.
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Post by Aeris on May 10, 2005 16:56:26 GMT -5
Mandi sat in the bathroom stall quietly, not moving and staying in the same position that she had been in for hours. It was now 5th period and she hadn't gone to any of her classes, but she didn't care. "Mandi Nicholls, please come to the main office. I repeat, Mandi Nicholls, if you are in this school, please come to the main office." Mandi sighed, that was the fifth time they had called her name over the loudspeaker. She assumed that she'd been marked absent and her parents had been called, resulting in them saying that she'd been dropped off at school. "Mandi Nicholls, please come to the main office right now!!" "Oh fiddlesticks," Mandi said, standing up and stretching her back. "They sound mad... I suppose I'd better go now... Five periods is enough, and if this keeps up, everyone in this damn school will know my name by tomorrow." Untying her hair and shaking it loose, she stepped out of the stall and almost bumped into a short, black haired girl with blue highlights. "Oh, sorry." The girl mumbled. "Oh... that's okay. I didn't hear you come in." "Maybe that's because you were too busy talking to yourself, Mandi," she said quietly with a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips. "Ohh... you heard?" "Yeah I heard. Word has it that you cut your first five classes because of something about you being a crybaby and sensitive and stuff like that." "Great... first day of school and rumors are spreading already... who are you anyway?" "Oh, I'm Salila. You'd better go..." Mandi nodded and walked out, not even bothering to say goodbye. She managed to have a conversation with that girl, which was rare, but she didn't trust people to be so nice. Mandi walked with a slight anxiety to the main office. She knew she was going to be in quite a bit of trouble.
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