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Post by Winnie Taylor on May 15, 2010 0:52:57 GMT -5
The second star to the right [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shines in the night for you- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Winnie walked in English class carrying her textbooks, notes notebook, and her story notebook. Winnie was always prepared for this class. English was her favorite class in the entire school, it was the one thing she shared with her brother Mikey, Johnny was too much of a history buff to take English seriously. That bugged Winnie to know end. She loved her brother, and he was very realistic and mature, but he hated fiction that didn't involve cowboys or Native Americans. He always was a strange bugger...
Winnie walked into the room, one of the first to arrive as she usually was. She might lose her seat if she were to come in with the rest of her classmates. One of the hardships of having a teacher who was so lax about the seating arrangement. But as long as Winnie got there early, she'd get her front row center seat. From Winnie's seat she could see the board perfectly, and be away from the nonsensical twittering of her classmates talking and passing notes like they were still in elementary school. Twats.
Winnie slid into her seat and neatly placed her text book, binder filled with her notes and her workbook pages she'd torn out meticulously and hole punched to neatly stay in her binder, and her large five subject notebook for her creative bursts. She wanted to be a short story author when she graduated.
As she set everything out perfectly, in order and carefully aligned with ninety degree angles, Winnie sat calmly, waiting for her classmates to come in and for her teacher to start teaching. Others might call Winnie a nerd, a geek, a goody-goody. But when Winnie made top marks and managed to be exempt from all exams, she'd be the one laughing, not them.
Time was passing increasingly slowly for Winnie, so instead of waiting patiently, as she had planned on, instead she pulled out a worn out hardback book she'd been reading. Sort of oddball fairy tales written by this woman named Gail Carson Levine. She was quite a fascinating author, taking unique twists on old tales. It fascinated Winnie. Winnie cracked open her book as a few classmates entered the room.
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To tell you that the dreams you plan [/color] Really can come true- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Tag: Open :3 Word Count: 367 Outfit: Click!Notes: Peter Pan PWNS YOUR LIFE! .... and Winnie is a serious nerd X3 Credits: Courtney Fanthom of Caution 2.0 Lyrics: Second Star to the Right, peter pan |
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Post by Jack Kelly on May 17, 2010 7:45:15 GMT -5
 SANTA FE, MY OLD FRIEND,
{ i can't spent my whole life hiding }- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Jack still doesn't understand the concept of English class.
Well, okay. You learn the English language. You learn grammar and sentence structure and a billion other rules that, when taken in a logical perspective, really don't make any sense. You read books with annoyingly small font that don't have pictures in them. You write poetry, read poetry. You write essays, read essays. You withstand the people who actually read what's assigned, and their higher grades, and their smug faces as they squirm in their seats. You withstand your crazy teacher who loves Literature way too much (this is, of course, subject to change, considering the way Jack looks at teachers in general). That's what you do in English class, or that's what the boy named Jack Kelly does. That's pretty much why he doesn't understand the need for it.
But here he is, in Advanced English.
Why?
Because he wrote something decent. Because the teacher said he had potential. Because Jack didn't half-ass something because the thing was worth a big chunk of his grade. Yeah, well, that was a mistake. Jack would rather be in normal English than in Advanced English, since it was easier to be lazy. But, no. His teacher stuck him in here, with the people who care about English class, and he hates it.
In fact, he was forced told to be early. Really early. Earlier than any normal person would come. Jack was threatened with detention, considering people knowing of his tendency to skip class, and obviously, he decided that going to class was better than that shit. Coming in, however, way before class starts, was a huge mistake. Jack's surprised to find no-one in the room (he thought all of them would love English enough to be early), and using the opportunity, made his way towards a seat in the back. Sitting in the back means the teacher won't see you as often as the kids in the front, which would reduce the amount of time his name is called. Jack likes that. It's one of the good things about being in class. He could sleep here, too, if he's sneaky enough, or if the teacher's stupid enough. He takes out a notebook, sketching absentmindedly (writing would give him the risk of his new teacher finding out about him and sending him to SUPER AWESOME ADVANCED EXPERT English or something [and yes, sometimes Jack thought in caps lock, and wow, parenthetical overkill!]), and waits for someone to come in.
And someone does come in.
A girl.
A familiar face.
What's her name again? Winnie? The one who got a piece of his cookie and thought he couldn't share and thought he was human scum?
Yeah, it's Winnie.
Jack keeps his mouth shut, leaning back in his seat and continuing to sketch. She's not worth it.
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[/color] 472. lololol fail </3 MUSIC:[/color] i'm ready - katy perry NOTES:[/color] jack hates english, winnie loves english. xD this'll be fun~ and sorry for taking so long with this post! D:[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Winnie Taylor on May 17, 2010 18:17:07 GMT -5
The second star to the right [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Shines in the night for you- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Winnie was reading when she finally noticed another person in the room with her. Who in the world would also be in the room at the same time as she? Winnie looked to her immediately left ad right, thinking another early comer would come sit in the front, as she had. But she saw no one. Then Winnie decided to turn around, to find who else was in the room. To her surprise it was Jack, the boy who had given her a bit of his cookie. He was in Advanced English? He talked like he should be in Remedial English. What was the English language coming too if he was in Advanced English. She arched a brunette brow at the boy.
”What on Earth are you doing here Jack? You‘re in Advanced English?” she asked, her British accent doing nothing to hide the slight contempt in her voice. She waited for him to answer, because she didn‘t have the faintest idea as to why he would even be in this class. He obviously had no concept for grammar, especially viewing the way he spoke. He sounded like he‘d never attended an English lesson before in his life, much less have been good enough to be in the Advanced Class.
Winnie brushed back her long hair, tossing it over her shoulder before it fell again, one of the hassles of long hair, but sooo much better than having short hair and being called a boy. She never wanted to go back to that time. Horrible, horrible memories, she shook her head slightly to rid herself of the thoughts. Then looked once again towards Jack, cocking her head, waiting.[/gblockquote]
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[/color] Really can come true- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Tag: Master! Word Count: 278 Outfit: Click!Notes: Peter Pan PWNS YOUR LIFE! .... and Winnie is a serious nerd X3 Credits: Courtney Fanthom of Caution 2.0 Lyrics: Second Star to the Right, peter pan |
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Post by Jack Kelly on May 18, 2010 1:30:11 GMT -5
SANTA FE, MY OLD FRIEND,
{ i can't spent my whole life hiding }- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jack's actually tempted to wince at the voice directed towards him, but he knows better than to do that. He lifts his head, tilting his head slightly to get some stray locks of his hair away from his face, and that same, charming grin appears on his face. The look adorning Winnie's pretty (Jack can't deny this, no sirree) face is particularly laughable, but he resists. He can't have this girl feel like ripping his throat out after about ten seconds of speaking. Then again, he has this horrible history with girls like Winnie, as they all end up hating him somehow. Although Jack would have shook his head at those thoughts coursing through his mind, he's sure that Winnie probably thinks him somewhat insane, so he digresses. He tries to keep his regular, cowboy charm under wraps, and attempts to be a good little boy.
It's easier said than done, certainly.
"Well,"
[/color] he starts, Brooklyn accent sliding out from in-between his lips, hazel eyes seeming to spark with some kind of dashing interest. "M' other teacher thought I had some kinda 'potential', tho' 'm not entirely sure if tha's the exact word she used."[/color] Jack is about to hum a little tune, but he's not sure whether that will only piss Winnie more. Considering, of course, the fact that she talks like she owns the place or something, Jack would prefer not having the risk of a girl like her holding a knife above his throat while he's sleeping. 'Great,'[/color] Jack thinks to himself, resisting the urge to frown distastefully. 'Way to give yourself nightmares, Jacky.'[/color] Nonetheless, he finds some kind of brave caliber crawling into his throat, and he speaks once more, a sentence that's been on his mind for a while, now. "What makes y' think I can't survive Advanced English? Can't be 'ny diff'rent from normal English. 's all th' same, after all. Read books, learn grammar, write shit, speak a lot, read poems tha' make things harder t' understand despite th' imagery. 's just different material in the classes,"[/color] Jack states, picking at imaginary dirt on his lapel, before looking towards Winnie with hazel eyes that scream intensity. "Think I can't make it?"[/color] He resists the urge to grin, keeping up the piercing look of a boy with a point to prove.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED: WINNAY
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Post by Winnie Taylor on May 30, 2010 10:34:08 GMT -5
The second star to the right [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Shines in the night for you- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Winnie raised an eyebrow to Jack was it just her or did he sound offended? Or was he mocking her? She couldn't really tell, the way he spoke, Winnie didn't even think that what he was saying counted as words! Little word halflings was more like it. She listened to him. Potential? What could he have written about to make the teacher think that he had potential?
If Jack's writing was any kind of imitation of his speech Winnie would be horrified to read it. When Jack put on the defensive, she arched an eyebrow. "When did I ever say that I thought that? Anyone can have potential if they put their mind to it. Besides, why would you learn grammar in the advanced class? We're supposed to already know this. We read books and write essays. To prepare us for college. We strip down stories to analyze them in every possible way. What the author intended, what we think it means, what else it could mean. Then we write an in class essay on it. Hand written, so that the teacher will be sure that we don't cheat," she said, staring back at him with just as much intensity in her bright blue eyes.
"Want the honest truth? I really don't think you can, I mean the way you talk, it sounds like they aren't even words. What else am I supposed to think. I'm not naive, and I don't believe the best in people. Why should I believe you can make it?" she said,her spine bent so that she was facing him, and her legs facing sideways out into the row between the desks. Her arms were crossed over the back of the desk, and she was leaning forward against them.
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