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Post by • { Ryan Darkholme on Nov 11, 2008 12:33:24 GMT -5
detentions my best friend
ryan sighed as she made her way from sixth period science to after school detention. she had received detention from innapropriate dresscode...again. was she ever going to learn? probably not. she dressed sexily. the boys loved it and so did some girls. why should she get in trouble for bringing joy and bonars to others? her teachers were so unfair.
ryan slid into a desk in the back and looked around. she was the only one there so far. the teacher wasn't even there. well, that's good. ryan pulled out her ipod and put the earbuds in her ears and then started texting her sister telling her she wouldn't be home.
ryan hoped that someone owuld join her. she hated being alone. not necessarily being center of attention but she was a social creature. she wanted so bad to just light up a cig but she wouldn't dare. if she got expelled from this school, her modeling career would die. that was the last thing she wanted.
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Post by Ajiah Culler on Nov 17, 2008 5:41:21 GMT -5
First day here and he was already in a ton of trouble, well maybe not a ton of trouble, but close enough. Sent to detention already. Ajiah groaned and walked down the hallway, he'd already put his stuff away and all he carried with him now was a pad of drawing paper and a pencil. Of course not forgetting his ever playing i-pod, currently playing Nena, a foolish love of his, reminding him of home. He found the room he'd been told to come to and pushed the door open, wincing as it opened too hard and hit the wall behind it. Shrugging it off he walked inside and glanced around, offering half a smile to the only other person there.
He paused in his stride for a minute his eyes going over her outfit before his lips twitched, it was obvious that was why she was here. Even in Germany where most styles were accepted that wouldn't have been. He kind of liked it though, it was effective... and caught the eye... obviously of the wrong person this time around for her to have been sent here.
Licking his lips he walked over to a desk and flopped down in the chair automatically starting to swing on it, placing his pad of paper down, along with his pencil. He shifted in his seat as the song changed to 'Leibe Ist' and he glanced over her with a friendly smile, toeing his boot against the leg of the desk. Might as well start conversation right?
"Seems like the teachers know German." he said wryly in this thick German accent, hinting at why he was here, he'd been sent there for swearing at the teacher in German, and not just one word a whole slew of them.
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