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Nov 11, 2013 01:39PM
Hey!! I'm so sorry I haven't replied, I've been really busy with school D: Would you still like to do this? And also our other roleplay?
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Don't worry about it love; I know you're busy lollI'd like to if you're still up for it.
Sure! I shall reply after I'm done studying!
Okay! Take your time love; I feel like crap and may take a nap soon :3
Okay you, I hope ya feel better after that!
Thanks love :3 But nap isn't gonna happen, seems.
Brothers are feeling rambunctious today.
Grrrrrrrr.
Well that sucks.So do brothers sometimes.
Luckily mine is locked in the basement with his Xbox and his friends :D
So yeah, I'll be here. Half dead, but here at least.
You lucky little child. XD
My poor wittle Cece :CIt does sort of help when there's only one Cx
I'll live <3 maybe. Ugh I'm so jealous it's not even funny.
I've got three
and dad kinda counts too.
he acts like a kid. :/
<3 Live for me!You poor soul.
And your poor Mum too!
So many brothers...
I will! I promise! I'm a very poor soul.
Oh she's always working. She's hardly home ;/
Plus my brother's friends who constantly seem to be over.
I'm overwhelmed.
Okay good! I'd be heartbroken if you didn't make it! How would I go on?!?Well, I'm sorry about that! That sucks as well!
HIDE IN YOUR ROOM, HIDE IN YOUR ROOM!
I don't know omg! Hope you never have to find out, lovey. At least I can sneak stuff from downstairs easily :3
I AM HIDING IN MY ROOM THEY'RE BOTHERING ME
Me too hun, me too.Yay! Stuff like food? xD
TELL THEM TO BUGGER OFF!
So you're studying, right? I hate studying XD I hate it. but alas, that's what I'm 'doing'
Maybeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
THEY'RE LIKE ELEVEN AND CRAZY THEY THINK ANNOYING A TEENAGE GIRL WITH A MIGRAINE IS FUNNY.
There will be three fewer living people tomorrow morning.
I was, but I had this headache and couldn't concentrate, so I'm taking a break right now and catching up on replies :D I'm doing ours right now.Studying. Sucks.
I don't know why little kids get so much fun out of annoying the older sibling. Luckily, they grow out of that once they get older. My brother and his friends are too busy playing video games to bother me anymore XD
OMG HEADACHE BUDDIES. I've got a killer headache too. DX but I've got elements and crap to memorize so yeah...I've got an older brother and I only annoy him when he sits on me... But I love him anyway XD my younger brothers are so obnoxious I'm gonna murder them.
(HEADACHE BUDDIES <3 (Spongebob and Patrick moment) Funny, I just had a quiz on elements and symbols last week. Chemistry is kind of cool though, especially labs when you actually get to cause cool reactions and stuff. The memorizing... not so much.
I'm the older sibling, so it's kind of nice hahah)
It was weird to Josh to think that he actually kind of enjoyed school when he was younger. He hadn’t been popular or anything, but he’d had his best friend Melody, and a few acquaintances that he hung around with when she wasn’t there. But he’d actually enjoyed the school work for some crazy reason, had enjoyed getting good grades and doing well. He tried to think back to when that all stopped, and it kind of seemed like it happened after Mel moved away. He joined a different crowd after that, a crowd that he probably shouldn’t have gotten involved with. And the rest is history, really. He was who he was now, and he didn’t really care what everyone thought. Besides, they were too self-absorbed to notice him anyway. And that was the way he preferred it.
The teacher old them all to get their work books out and get started on page fifty-seven. With a sigh, Josh opened his binder and pulled his workbook out of the rings, snapping them shut. He picked up his pencil, and was about to adjust his headphones in his ears when the teacher called his name.
“Joshua Livinski? Can I have a word with you?” He glanced up to see her looking at him expectantly from her desk. Begrudgingly, Josh lifted himself out of his desk and trudged his way up to the front of the class.
“Yeah?” He asked, twisting his rings as he waited for what she was going to say, even if he already knew what she was going to say.
“You’re failing this class Joshua.” Knew it. “You’ve only handed three assignments in this entire semester, and you only have two months to fix that.” She rummaged around in her papers, and then handed one to him. “These are the assignments you need to hand in by January thirty-first. If all of these aren’t handed in by then, you’ll have to redo this class.”
“Okay,” He muttered simply.
“You need that paper signed by Friday. If it isn’t shown to me with a parent signature, I’m going to have to call home. Understand?” She looked at him over the rim of her glasses until he nodded, and walked back to his seat.
Shit. He was failing, which wasn’t a huge surprise, since he hardly ever came to class. It wouldn’t be a surprise to his parents either, who would sign the sheet without a word to him. They could care less anymore, or so it seemed. They were too busy with their own lives, rebuilding the reputation he had destroyed.
He folded up the sheet until it was a small little square, and then shoved it into his pocket before he forgot it in his binder. He’d give it to his Mum when he got home. If he went home tonight. He might just crash at a friend’s or something, if he was too messed up to go home. And the paper in his pocket was definitely and excuse to get messed up.
Mel and English had always had their differences, and this was no exception. Though she hadn't been given a workbook, she found books stacked in the corner of the room. Great, she had to get up to get one. Though Mel had long since mastered the art of walking with her false leg, she still found that the less often she got up, the easier it was to disguise. With her prior knowledge of the people here, Mel found it would likely be easier to keep her flaws hidden as long as possible; they weren't the understanding type. Her accident would be something to ridicule, not get over.
Mel sighed softly, pursing her lips slightly and rising to her feet, hoping that no one would notice the slight limp in her walk, or the fact that she didn't bend her left knee. Thankfully, no one was looking up at the time. So Mel, who'd checked her sock to make sure it was pulled up enough to hide the flash of metal that screamed 'prosthetic leg' to her classmates.
Mel, now in the corner of the classroom, picked up the workbook earlier mentioned by the teacher. She recognized it, actually, as the one that her older sister Jess had used a long while back, when she was still in high school. She sighed softly, picking up a workbook and flitting through the pages as she limped back to her seat, frowning slightly as she noted a few people looking oddly at her strange gait. Brush it off, Mel, brush it off. She reminded herself mentally, like she always did after moving to a new school.
Mel was awfully tired of switching schools. She'd been moving far too often in the last six years, ever since the accident. She'd been packed up like furniture and sent away, never even getting the chance to explain what had happened. Not even to Josh, her best friend.
Look what had happened to him now.
He'd really let himself go, Mel noted with a sad smile, the sadness about what he'd become mixed with the happy memories of her friend. She wondered if he still liked Jelly Beans, the way they'd split the flavors until there were none left. There was always a jar of jelly beans in their tree house, if she recalled correctly. Looking at him, Mel didn't know what to think. She hardly recognized her old friend, who seemed to be in some sort of trouble with the teacher.
Well, times sure did change.
She realized she'd been staring and sat down quickly, hoping no one had noticed. But the awkward stairs she was receiving said that people had seen. Sighing softly, Mel flipped her book open and pulled out her purple pen, doing as told, though rather reluctantly.
(Heyy, I'm having a little trouble replying to this, so do you think we should skip somewhere? How should they start talking again?)
(I was gonna ask you the same thing after your next post :3 hmmm... maybe they could meet again after school or something? Or maybe in PE he could find it peculiar that she has an excuse to sit out? //shrugs//You know what'd be hilarious? If Mel and Josh had been neighbors before she moved, and she moved right back into that same house. It'd be so awkward O.O lol
Just an idea.)
(ooh, good idea with the house thing! Maybe it stayed empty all those years and yeah :DThe after school thing works for me! I shall post for that soon then. Maybe she's waiting outside for a ride, and he decides to actually talk to her or something)
(Thankies :3. Take your time; I've got school soon lol. And the waiting for a ride thing is fine with me.)
Josh was so sick of school, and they had only been back for two and a half months. He hated the people, he hated the teachers, he hated the school work, and he hated the homework. He just hated everything when it came to this place, and that was why he skipped a lot. He just couldn’t stand to breathe the freaking air in this goddamn place.
Luckily, the final bell rang soon enough, and Josh was bolting out of his History class as if he had rockets attached to his feet. In a minute flat, he was at his locker, grabbing his backpack, and was out the door, into the cold, crisp air. He adjusted the toque on his head, flipped his hood up over it, and then moved toward the fence by the sidewalk, to wait for his ride home.
Lately, his Dad had been picking him up after school, to make sure he actually came home. Yeah, sometimes Josh would stay over at someone’s place without even telling anyone, and apparently it really pissed his parents off when they couldn’t find him. Which was kind of what he was aiming for. But, it got him in a load of shit, and now he regretted it, because they hardly let him out of their sight anymore. With a sigh, the long haired boy leaned against the fence and dug his hands into his pockets to keep them from getting cold.
Mel had been in his gym class as well, and he’d found it odd that she’d had to sit out the entire time. She kept track of the time on the large clock in the corner, and helped the coaches out with certain things, but mainly, she just watched people running around. And Josh had taken that time to watch her, and so far, he was pretty sure that she hadn’t noticed him. Hell, he was pretty sure that she had no idea who he was, which was okay, in a kind of sad way. He wanted to say something to her, but what could he possibly say? Thanks for leaving without saying goodbye? No, he wasn’t going to dig up any shit like that. If he was going to talk to her, he’d keep it light. Ask her how her day was, or what she was up to since the last time he’d seen her.
Mel had expected her first day back at school in her old town to be hellish. Maybe not as hellish as it had been, constant shoving, disdainful glares, the people ignoring her, the concerned looks from teachers that were clearly feigned, but Mel had expected it to be pretty bad. All day, she'd been waiting for someone to finally stick up for her, have the backbone that she never would, and just tell people to grow up, but Mel had known that was a naive thing to hope. Not even her childhood best friend had spared her a second glance. What an eventful day it was. Mel could see it now, when her parents asked how her first day was, her answer would be: 'crap.' But, of course, she didn't want to get packed up like furniture and taken away again, so she wouldn't say that. She'd just keep it a secret, as she always had. As long as no one found her out, it wouldn't be a problem.
Mel had seen Josh in PE, though she'd paid him little visible notice. She'd paid attention, waiting for him to smile or something, the way he had when they were kids. He would've always been the one to walk up to her and start a conversation way back when, why would things have changed now? Mel knew that was a stupid thing to think, but she was still clinging to the hope that he'd even spare her the slightest of passing glances. He'd have to eventually, though, if he still lived in the same house as he had all those years ago. Next door neighbors were bound to overlap eventually.
Mel hadn't been paying much attention to where she was walking, just that her purple jacked was zipped up as tightly as possible, her freezing hands stuffed in her pockets, heading for the fence. When standing and waiting, she was better off with something to lean on, and the fence would suffice for that task. She didn't pay attention to the people around her, only focused on keeping her balance properly, and not freezing to death, waiting for the car.
Wishing for things to be different.
(Hey, I was thinking that maybe they should be partnered up somehow in their English class. Or maybe the teacher assigns a seating plan or something. I think that would be easier for them to start talking)
[ yes! I was thinking something like that too ]
(Should we just skip to something like that then? Because I'm a little stumped on why Josh should approach her right now xP)
[ sure thing! Skip to whenever you feel is appropriate ]
(Thanks! I shall get to work on my post then!)
[ alright! take your time! I'm catching up on a few other posts at the moment ]
If there was one thing that Josh hated more than school, it was seating plans. Sitting next to someone you didn't know, or really like was just the most awkward feeling ever, and Josh really didn't like awkward situations. So when he walked into his English class on Thursday morning to find everyone in different seats, he instantly knew this was going to be a shitty morning. And when he wandered around the room and found his name on one of the desks at the very front of the room, it just proved that this morning was going to be even shittier than he had first thought. Then he sat down, glanced at the name on the desk beside him, and his stomach dropped. It read Melody, and Josh looked up and glared at his teacher. If she had put him at the front of them room beside a keener to try and keep him in class, she had only just managed to make this room a complete Josh-repelent.
Josh slammed his binder down on his new desk with a little more force than he needed to, and sat down, slouching as far into his seat as he possibly could. Maybe if he stuck his feet out a little further, he could trip the bitch that seemed ready to make his life a living hell. Seriously, he had enough on his plate with his parents nagging at him, and his teachers giving him shit. He didn't need to be up at the front of this stupid, goddamn classroom.
He unzipped his binder and pulled out yesterday's homework, which he hadn't done, and decided to work on it a little to kill time before she called the class to attention. He pulled a pencil out of the pocket on the front of his binder and set to work. He scripped down the answers to the questions with ease, and was done in nearly five minutes. That's what pissed his parents off. They knew he was smart, if he just applied himself to his studies. But Josh wasn't interested in school. He just wanted to get stoned and do dumb stuff with his friend. Screw the future, he'd worry about it when it came up.
Another day of hell. That's what Mel kept reminding herself of when she had to get up and go to school. It was another day of nasty looks, confusion, not knowing what to do. It was another day of wishing someone would bother to smile at her, or even spare her a glance that wasn't filled with some sort of hatred or nonchalance. It made her want to scream. All she really wanted was a slight smile, no one smiled at her. As if they could tell she wasn't entirely whole.
English was the worst. She had to mentally translate every word, as she always did. She had to think it all through. Mel had come to dread English, it was a whole block of watching people who were once her friends, watching them glare at her. Having to lamely stumble over their stuck out legs, hoping that she wouldn't give away her secret so easily. They all hated her. Mel had always hated English.
New seats. Crap. That was the first thing that crossed Melody's mind as she entered the dreaded classroom. People were arranged differently, staring at her from all different angles. It made her extremely uncomfortable, if she was to be honest. She felt as if everyone's eyes were on her, and she knew, eventually, that something would give her away. A flash of metal, or a limp, or something. Someone would find out she wasn't all whole eventually. Someone would learn.
Mel glanced at all the empty seats, her eyes falling on the last one in the front of the room. She didn't bother to look at who sat next to her--no one would care, anyway. All they'd do was hate. Instead, Mel just crossed over, stumbling over a few pairs of feet that were stuck out--which included her desk partner's--and slid into her seat with a slight frown.
In a leap of faith, hoping to at least get a glance, Mel offered a slight smile and a mumbled "hey," before glancing at her partner.
Josh. Of course.
Josh leaned back in his seat as he waited for this actual class to start, and wondered if he should even bother going to the rest of his classes. It wasn't like he ever learned abything useful anyway. All he ever heard was just stupid terms and mindless garbage that he had to memorize. Exams were always a pain in the ass to him, having to put a whole semester of work into one stupid test. How he even managed to pass those things was a mystery to everyone, including himself. Most of the time he just scribbled random answers out and hoped for the best.
But that was last year.
This year was different. His attendance record was even worse than last year, and he was actually failing some of his classes. His parents were considering sending him to a boarding school. He had overheard them arguing about it the night before. He was the disappointment, the worst out of all their kids.
Which was fine with him. It just set him apart from everyone else.
He was jolted out of his thoughts when someone stumbled over his legs, and at first he had thought it was the teacher, but it was actually just Melody, trying to sit down beside him. He pulled his feet back under the desk, but by then she had already slipped into her seat. She said 'hey' to him, which kind of caught him off guard, and he watched at the smile on her face slid when she realized who was sitting next to her.
"Hey," Josh muttered as he turned his gaze from her back to the window, where he often kept his eyes. It was gray, like usual, and Josh wondered if he could make it to Joey's place before he drank the rest of the whiskey in the bottle they had shared a couple nights ago. It would definitely take the edge off of this day, that was for sure.
Before he could really delve into it, the teacher was calling them all to attention and starting talking about some random shit that Josh didn't care about it. Like usual, his eyes drifted over to the window, while his train of thought fluttered right out the open the blinds.
[ I'll reply to this later. Drama. DX ]
[ typing now. Sorry if it sucks. On my iPod. ]
[ Sorry it stinks :/ ] Seven more hours. That's what Mel kept telling herself, her blue eyes flicking to the clock what seemed like every ten seconds. Once English was over, she could live. Math was great; she was the whiz in that class. And then there was PE, where she could do whatever she wanted. After that, her classes were bearable. It was just English she had to get through. It was always English. Maybe it was just the fact that she didn't think in that language, and it always took her longer to figure things out. It was why she liked math; she could think in German all she liked. She didn't have to struggle.
Mel sighed softly, stretching her false leg out gingerly as she adjusted her sock and skirt--school uniform--to hide the flash of metal that could be found if one looked hard enough. She couldn't quite believe who she'd gotten stuck sitting next to (for surely he didn't want to talk to her, and she didn't really like the idea of rebuilding their friendship since they hadn't spoken in years). Out of all the people in the class, Mel had gotten stuck next to Josh. Maybe the teacher had known about their friendship, an assumed it was still intact. That seemed like something teachers did.
Mel wasn't happy about her seat. She'd much rather have been alone in the back of the room. Nevertheless, she offered a weak smile before adjusting herself in her seat so she sat at a less awkward angle. And so it began. The teacher called the class to attention, though Mel hardly listened. What was the point? She cared about school, yeah, but English? All it was was guided reading, and she could do that well enough on her own.
Mel sighed boredly, her chin resting on her hand, eyes flicking from the clock to the blackboard. An hour left. Yay?
