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Post by C r o w » on Sept 4, 2007 21:07:34 GMT -5
STEVIE AUNSVILLE The newly moved English 10th grader looked around the hallway, she had already been accepted into the most desired cliques in school, only because she had the money to do what she wanted. She had golden blonde hair, her blue eyes and British accent were all the better things about her. She had some of her finest clothes on her, like a gold watch. Stevie had lived in some of the world's most luxurious places. Las Vegas, Paris, London, Milan, and Moscow. She wondered what she was doing in the small Oklahoman town. Her mother had to leave her mansion, due to a flood that had destroyed most of the living room and kitchen. She hadn't met anybody yet, but she couldn't wait to trash the other students, chat about who is hot, and not. All these things stirred in her mind, as she thought about High School in America. She looked down on her diamond necklace, and her pink top she had purchased weeks ago, but this day was the first day she had worn it.
She walked into class, the typical prep walk. One hand on her hip with a look of class and style glowing in her dull ice colored eyes. She gave a disgusted look at most of the class, and claimed her seat near the back, this is where she always sat, she could pass notes and not a soul would know. Rules were meant to be broken! The English teached hadn't arrived yet, Stevie was late today, she had caught the eye of some boys in the hall, but had no desire for them just yet. Some say she plays Hard-To-Get, but the bloody idiots are just too childish to learn anything new. A sudden voice startled the girl, Well! What are you doing here? His voice was surely a hick-ish one. She hadn't noticed most of the people here talked like that. The boy hade a polo shirt with white shorts, and bleach blonde hair to match. She mumbled under her breath, and gave a murderous scowl. What am I doing here? I have class here, do you have an issue with that? Stevie looked down on him, I'm Stevie Aunsville, from London. She snapped back at him. He was sort of cu- NO! She stopped herself, she swore she'd never fall in love again, not after she lost the one she loved. He was murdered, she didn't know who did it but that was past. I'm Fred Jameson, from... Tulsa. She nodded and sat in her seat, showing Fred she didn't care much for him.
She waited, for any other of the Preps to save her from this horrid prison.
YOU'D BETTER WATCH OUT [/size]
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Post by [R][ø][x][¥] on Sept 4, 2007 21:28:37 GMT -5
Tiffany Ann hurried to math class her white Uggs stomping on the cold tiled floor. She ran through the door her white and black lacey cami trailing behind her. Her blonde hair lay flat against her tan bare back. She saw Stevie and waved happily, Thought I'd be in here all by myself! she pouted letting her bottom lip sink out a bit. She took a seat right next to Stevie, carefully smoothing out her mini skirt, before crossing her smooth legs. Who's that? she gawked pointing a pink polished finger at the boy next to Stevie.
Jessie Fisher followed his friend Cassidy into class his dark brown hair matched his dark brown eyes. Smoothed in place by gel he took a seat near Stevie,since it was the only one open. He was mostly quiet,known for wrestling and the football team. What a hottie many girls thought, but hey, he didn't care, he only had eyes for one girl...
Cassidy or Cassie as she was called decided to sit right in front of Jessie, she turned around to face her B.F.F taking a quick glance at the new girl. Who's that? she whispered,as if she really cared,if she was hanging out with Tiffany she was already too far gone.
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Post by C r o w » on Sept 4, 2007 21:41:47 GMT -5
STEVIE AUNSVILLE The girl sighed of relief, finally someone she knew was here. She looked over at him, he didn't look preppy at all, but no one ever knows really. Hey Tiffany, He told me his name was Fred, tragic really. She said. With the sharp ring of the bell Stevie managed to blow one more bubble with her gum before having to make sure the teacher didn't see it in her mouth. She didn't care, what difference did it make? The teacher sauntered in lazily, his eyes fixed on the board. He looked over at the class, scanning for any new students to pick on. You! He pointed a finger directly at Stevie, she turned around as if she didn't hear him at all. Huh? He sighed, he knew the preps would rather talk about the latest gossip to study a book. You're new, ain't you? He spoke sitting at his desk, Where did you move from? Stevie looked at the rest of the girls, her eyes saying Oh dear god..... The girl stood, her hand resting on her hip. Her pencil still in her left hand, she looked over to the board. I'm Stevie Aunsville, From London. She glanced at the geeks around her, she told herself those people had no life, and were as thick as a cement wall. She sat down, that Fred boy still looking at her. Stevie gave him a warning glare as the teacher opened his plan book. Very well, Since we all seem peppy and fun this morning, POP Quiz. You have 10 minutes, no more no less. Over sentence types, with nouns and adjectives. Get Started. He passed them all out, Stevie writing her name like a royal signature at the top. Her first day of school, was turning to be something she didn't imagine.
SHE'S AFTER YOU NOW [/size]
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Post by [R][ø][x][¥] on Sept 5, 2007 21:01:32 GMT -5
{You post so much that it makes my brain itch. LOL}
Tiffany glanced over at Fred, taking in his physical features. Then sigh limply, I hate school... she moaned loudly looking directly at the teacher as she said it a wild 'come and get me' look in her blue eyes.
Ain't you an English teacher? she teased aloud in a hillbilly tone. Obviously poking fun at the teacher. He wouldn't touch her,because if he did he's lose his job A.S.A.P! For Tiff's dad put a lot of money in this school without him who knows what kind of scum would crawl into it.
She looked up as Stevie stood, poor thing... she cooed in her mind, How I hate Mr.Carlty She noticed Fred's ever going eyeing at Stevie and couldn't help but hold in a laugh, he got it bad...
Pop Quiz?! she protested glaring at Mr.C It's the first day! she went into sudden pout mode as she grabbed her paper from Jesse Fisher who sat in front of her, This sucks... she whispered to Stevie.
Jesse glanced up at Stevie but only for a split second, London? he thought, that's far away... He glanced back at Cassidy's long brown curls as she shook the quiz in his face. What are you doing back there? she asked as she finally gave up dropping them behind her, a smirk on her peachy lips. Jesse picked them up and gave Tiffany hers, who selfishly snatched them up.
Cassidy stared forward before glancing down at the test her brown eyes taking in the page slowly, great, I can't remeber a thing... she sighed heavily and then began to write her words falling heavily on the page.
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Post by C r o w » on Sept 6, 2007 16:23:23 GMT -5
[LOL I'm just extra bored today ]
Stevie tapped her fingers on her desk, Bloody school.... She muttered. She hated airplanes, it took her a while to sit the near 24 hour ride, looking out the window wondering what America was like, she knew it had better weather. Some days the sun could shine all the time. She didn't know much about weather to begin with.
Tell me about it, I don't even know the stuff... In England she had some decent teachers, but they never put this much work on the students. She looked over towards that boy, Jesse was his name. She wondered why he had looked at her like that, maybe because she had come from London, ages away it seemed. She gave the Yes... can I help you? sort of look. She looked at her pencil and started writing down whatever answers came to her...
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Post by ~Karla~ on Sept 6, 2007 20:40:29 GMT -5
Jessica ran into the room panting hard she had totaly blanked out Engilsh. She bit her lip and looked around the room, and found a empty seat she walked over and quickly sat down Then took out her book and set in the the desk silently. Then sighed as she reolised that everyone had a quiz on their desk. Mr.C looked at her and she smiled embarisded He angrily set the paper down on her desk and walked off. She stared at it blankly not knowing what it was about...She decided to doodles instead drawing a dog running after a ball was much better the trying to figure out what the answers were to the quiz.
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Post by [R][ø][x][¥] on Sept 9, 2007 21:02:31 GMT -5
Tiffany nodded, showing her approval. Totally she hissed back he blue eyes narrowed as she looked back down at the Quiz.
Jesse rolled his brown eyes at Stevie, What's her problem? he thought and then took a glance at Tiffany who was furiously scribbling down something. Probally her... he glared back and then noticed the teacher's glare. He smiled at the teacher a cheesy grin on his hace and then started writting again.
Cassidy seemed to be the only one who noticed the new girl. She gave her a approving smile before returning to her test.
1} How was your summer?
She suddenly felt her heart jerk, how was my summer? she thought stammering slightly, tears filtering her brown eyes. She pulled back her hair and began to breath steadily. She couldn't take it, she had to get out of here. Thoughts of the crash flooded her mind. The serins and her mothers twisted face in pain, she couldn't take it. She felt as if she was hanging upside down all over again. Cassie stood up suddenly pushing her paper to the floor.
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Post by ~Karla~ on Sept 10, 2007 18:57:58 GMT -5
Jessica turned her as Cassidy's paper fell to the floor. And stared at her worried but she didn't know what to do...ofcrouse not knowing the girl didn't help any. She bit her lip then went and picked up her paper and set it on her desk looking worried.
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Post by C r o w » on Sept 12, 2007 16:26:06 GMT -5
Stevie liked America, but the people here seem to view her as some alien, yes she talks different but everyone does. She didn't mind Jesse anymore, she answered a few questions and looked at her fingernails, they were painted a bright pink to match her shirt today, which was a top she had bought in England. She missed her home, she missed walking down the streets and going to the coffee shops on a rainy day. She turned around to look at the rest of the group, as the teacher got distracted by a fight in the hall and made his way towards it, she managed to say, What are you guys/girls doing after school? She was hoping they would want to go shopping or something, she really wanted to ride around in her newest car... since she got her permit in the U.S
10 minutes until lunch, and that meant she could hang out with the other girls in the clique. I have a lot of adjusting to do... She gave one last glance towards that boy... oh, Jesse, his name had fallen from her mind as she worked on her quiz. I'd really wish you wouldn't look at me as I'm different... It annoys me and besides, I don't even know this country very well... 5 minutes to lunchtime.
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Post by [R][ø][x][¥] on Sept 12, 2007 21:06:15 GMT -5
Shopping, duh... Tiffany replied, when she gave an order everyone followed. She looked at Cassidy awarkardly as she stood, Sit down! she hissed at the brunette.
Jesse stood up too, What's wrong Cass? he asked concern flooded his voice.
Sit down! spat Mr.C as he began to walk towards Cassidy.
Cassidy ignored Jesse and everyone else, she could feel herself starting to get sick and like that she was gone from the room, heading straight for the bathroom.
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Post by C r o w » on Sept 13, 2007 20:34:47 GMT -5
Wonderful! I was planning on that too! Call her a shopping addict, it was all she ever did. She spent money like it was no tommorow, she did have a few hundred dollars left in English money. But her mother was getting paid A LOT now in America, being 1 reason she moved her daughter here.Stevie gave a glare at the teacher, and looked at her paper, the clock and then the paper. What's up with her?
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Post by [R][ø][x][¥] on Sept 13, 2007 20:55:24 GMT -5
Tiffany' expression went stone cold, I'll tell you later when we go to the mall. she winked as she watched Cassidy bolt from the room, poor thing... she was ah-mazed that she felt such concern for someone she had hated so much...
Jesse sat down quickly a worried look still on his face.
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Post by C r o w » on Sept 13, 2007 21:02:13 GMT -5
Stevie looked over into the hall, she didn't know what was wrong but she was feeling concern, wanting to see what the problem was. I wonder what is wrong, she seemed really troubled. She knew Tiffany was also feeling a slight concern as well as she was, she knew the teacher was still walking in the wallway....... Stevie looked over at Jesse, she knew he didn't seem to like her very much, but she had to know what the problem was... Is she okay ? She really seemed sad...
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Post by [R][ø][x][¥] on Sept 13, 2007 21:21:44 GMT -5
Jesse turned towards Stevie, Why do you care? he asked, he didn't want to go spreading up rumors if it wasn't for someone who was truely concerned.
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Post by C r o w » on Sept 13, 2007 21:28:59 GMT -5
She didn't flinch, she didn't really care about being insulted. She had a look in her eye, one she didn't have there for a long time, when her horse had fallen at a show... she could remember look at her vet and asking what had happened... and she didn't hear about anything. They had put her down, without her even knowing about it. She had Blitzen, and wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. Because I do, I don't spread rumors unless I really hate the bloody person, I don't hate that girl because I don't know her. I'm telling the bloody truth, so what happened? She didn't seem happy at all.. and I hate to see people that way. I know you must think I'm such rich British snob and all, but Iv'e got feelings... believe it or not.
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