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Post by michael on Jun 9, 2013 18:08:58 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] surviving doesn't mean your living Michael sighed and ran a hand over his face he'd been struggling to do his math homework for about an hour now and as he watched hopeless as one by one his classmates streamed out of the classroom giving him nothing even a flash of eye contact. He thought about asking for help but he didn't trust these people not to try and ask for something from him in return something he couldn't or wasn't willing to give or do. He sighed heavily as even his teacher walked out with out even batting an eye at his obvious need of assistance he shook his head and muttered to himself, "what are doing? huh? why would you even bother to expect someone to offer their help to you huh?" he shook his head once more and went back to trying to solve the question he was stuck on.
He looked up as he heard the class room door creak open but it was only the wing blowing the door open because no one had bothered to shut it properly he sighed and glanced around the classroom just to make sure he was alone before going back to his work. He shifted uncomfortably though because he still felt like he was being watched by someone or something.
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Post by Scarlett Beaumont on Jun 9, 2013 18:31:36 GMT -6
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First day of classes was almost over and Scarlett was not displeased. These classes weren't as hard as she'd expected but she knew it was because she'd come from a really hardcore school. Math came easily to her now, especially this stuff. Because it wasn't too challenging for her, the blonde decided to do some extra credit after finishing her homework. Her classmates began to stream out one by one as she continued working. She knew this teacher would be hard to impress but she hoped this would put her in his good graces. What teacher doesn't like extra credit, right?
As she kept on trucking through her work, Scarlett didn't even notice the time.It took her phone vibrating in her leather tote bag to wake her up from math-land. She quickly fished through her back, pulling it out and replying to a text. Before she put it away, she caught a glimpse of the time. She'd been working for almost an hour. "Time to be done," she muttered quietly to herself, packing up her things. Taking a quick glance around the classroom, she saw that even the teacher had left. It was only her and one other student sitting a few rows in front of her. Scar couldn't help but notice that he looked frustrated. Debating in her mind if it would be really obnoxious to offer her help or not, she settled on no. She couldn't just walk out and ignore him.
Rising from her seat, the leggy blonde walked ahead to the guy who seemed to have some trouble. "Hey," She started softly. "Please don't take this the wrong way, I swear I'm not a stalker, but would you like some help? I was doing some extra credit work and I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be having trouble with some of the problems" [/style] |
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Post by michael on Jun 9, 2013 19:01:59 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] surviving doesn't mean your living Michael jumped startled he'd felt someone's eyes on him but he hadn't seen the girl so when she suddenly materialized beside him. He stared at the girl startled for a few seconds before he said, "um...h-hi...um...no-thank you but thanks for the offer" He was silent as he stared at the tall blonde girl for a second before he said, 'um...Actually I could use with some help i'm stuck on question 16 i've tried everything and I can't figure it out I think I might just be over complicating it but I don't know" he tapped his hands on his knees nervously as he waited for her response. While he waited for a response from the girl he let his mind wander to the fact that he'd failed to notice her physically in the room although he had noticed her presence through the fact that she'd been looking at him but still it didn't help the fact that he'd let his guard slip up for a moment.
He relaxed his shoulders as he realized he'd been sitting tensed up like he was ready to spring up and run or attack the girl he didn't relax all the way but just enough that it wasn't obvious that he was ready to defend himself should she suddenly decide to attack him or something. He'd been taught self defense by his uncle Jason at the thought of his uncle Michael was hit with a wave of homesickness he would give anything to have his uncle here at Appleberry crest with him but he knew that was impossible unless his uncle decided to come and teach self-defense or something which was highly unlikely but it could happen. Michael ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back slightly against the back of his chair
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Post by Scarlett Beaumont on Jun 9, 2013 19:17:49 GMT -6
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Maybe saying something was a bad idea. Her classmate looked like he was ready to either collapse in fear or run out the door. Finding no other explanation for his reactions, she quickly added,"Sorry if I scared you. I can get really quiet and I'm always scaring people." That was really the truth. The way she walked naturally was almost silent, unless she was wearing heels. As she'd been sitting,she'd been even quieter. Still, this boy seemed to be extremely riled up, even if he was startled by her.
Eyes lingering on his face for an extra moment, she snapped out of it and gave up trying to figure him out. It didn't matter anyway."Yeah, sure. I'll pull mine out so you can see my work," she replied quickly, sitting next to him and putting her bag on the desk, sifting through it for her work. She pulled out her sheet and passed it to him, her navy-painted fingernail pointing at her work. "It's an easy problem to get wrong because one little error messes with the entire problem," she added gently, as if talking to a frightened horse,
As she glanced at his eyes, she could remember a time when she felt like how he looked. Defensive. Fearful. After her mother drunk-drove up a pole and lost any movement below her waist, Scarlett was terrified of cars. The things that took her mother's mobility, that cursed her to a life in a wheelchair, never to strut around in her favorite heels ever again. It was almost like Scarlett had been in the accident herself, thats how badly she feared cars. She hid her fear well, concealed under fake smiles. Her family was hurting and she didn't want to add to their stress by telling them about her panic attacks. Noticing thats he'd probably looked at him a second or two too long, Scarlett quickly glanced down at his paper, looking at the work that he'd done and scanning for an error. [/style] |
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Post by michael on Jun 10, 2013 8:00:33 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] surviving doesn't mean your living Michael shook his head and sighed as he said, "no..it's okay it wasn't your fault I didn't realize there was anybody else in the room I should have checked better to see if there was anyone in the room" He nodded as she went to get her bag he watched her still slightly wary of her as she pulled her work from her bag and rested it on the next to his work he scanned the page and acknowledge as a random fact for himself that she had very neat handwriting neater then his that was considering he the fact that he thought he quite neat handwriting which most likely was just a personal opinion and not an overall opinion from everyone else. But then again it didn't really matter what everyone else thought but just what he thought personally this way of thinking didn't work for everything because the opinion of others was needed in other situations that were more pressing then the difference between his hand writing and this girls.
He let his body relax just slightly he was still ready to get up and defend himself should this girl suddenly decide to attack him or if she was just trying to distract him while someone else attacked him which he knew was very unlikely because she seemed to really want to help although she seemed a bit awkward and uncomfortable at his reaction to her speaking to him. He looked at his question then at her and raised his eyebrow and said, "Ah...I see... I... put the 7 in front of the six instead of the other way around...geez maybe I should get my eyes checked I seem to be doing that a lot..." He gave her a nervous sort of chuckle before he stuck his hand out and said, "I'm...Michael Morgan by the way...and you are?" He figured now would an appropriate time to introduce himself seeing as he didn't have much to say.
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Post by Scarlett Beaumont on Jun 10, 2013 8:31:58 GMT -6
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 218 WORDS FOR Michael[/style][style=font-family: times; font-size: 57px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px; color: #989898;]DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] She nodded as he found his error, "Yeah, I feel your pain. My math teacher was always telling my I was shooting myself in the foot." She let out a soft laugh. She hadn't always done well at school, or at least it hadn't come easily at first. She'd had her own tutor ever since she was a child and it eventually had paid off. For all of high school so far she'd been on the honor roll. But she still remembered the times when she had some trouble.
When he introduced himself, she shook his hand with a kind smile."I'm Scarlett, Scarlett Beaumont. I just got here a few days ago so I'm pretty new," she introduced herself in reply. She hoped that by making herself more relatable, he wouldn't be so nervous. She was a slightly nervous newbie, herself. Of course, she naturally was a pretty calm person but she could understand anxiety as well. He probably had a good reason that she simply wasn't aware of. Maybe, like her, he had some things he wanted to forget. Or maybe she was ready way to deep into this. That happens quite a bit, as she tends to be a very creative person, often too creative for her own good.
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Post by michael on Jun 10, 2013 13:00:46 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] surviving doesn't mean your living Michael gave her a tiny smile a her choice of words. He'd never had any teacher use figure of speeches then again of his teachers had been old and had most likely been teaching since the stone age from the old techniques they used but they worked very well considering how vigorously the teachers taught here and the teachers here actually smiled and joked about with their students which was a foreign concept for Michael as most of his teachers were mono-toned and didn't any emotion except for anger. He put his hand back in his lap after she shook his hand. He loked at her slightly surprised that she was new he'd figured someone who'd been here a while would have come to his aide but then again it wasn't as surprising as he thought it was.
He nodded to her and said, "It's nice to meet you Scarlett i'm new too i've been here for almost a week now two more days and i'll have been here a week my parents insisted on dropping me off really early" He looked at his hands as he was hit with a wave of homesickness at the thought of his parents they were awesome people albeit not your average couple seeing as Michael's father was a mobster/Billionaire and his mother was a very successful lawyer and always ended up being the one to bail people out of jail if they got sent to prison for something.
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Post by Scarlett Beaumont on Jun 23, 2013 18:55:55 GMT -6
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 295 WORDS FOR Michael[/style][style=font-family: times; font-size: 57px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px; color: #989898;]DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] When the nervous male replied that he was new also, Scarlett nodded with a small smile. That was probably the source of his nerves. Even Scar, a naturally easygoing girl, was feeling the pressure of being at a new school. For someone who wasn't as calm as her, she could imagine that the transition would be even harder. "Well, you've got me beat. This is only my second day here," she replied with another soft smile. Glancing back down at his paper again, she then looked up and met his eyes again. "Did you have any other problems you needed help with?" the blonde asked kindly. She hated to see anyone struggle when she could so easily help them. That was one of Scarlett's weaknesses: not being able to resist lending a hand. Of course, in most cases it's a great things. But it has certainly gotten her into trouble before and others have told her that she looses all spirit of self-preservation when she sees someone in need.
Collecting her papers and putting them back in her bag, the tall blonde said her goodbyes. "Well, I've got to go take care of my horses. My filly will bust down her stall door if I don't let her stretch her legs. But,it was nice meeting you. See you around?" Scarlett said gently with a smile. Quite honestly, it felt good to know that she wasn't the only nervous newbie here. Hell, she wasn't even the nost nervous one, as this male just confirmed. Scar felt more secure in her feelings now that she knew that it was natural. Of course, she didn't wish anxiety upon her classmate. But it was comforting to know that she's not all alone.
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