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Kamiko
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Sep 08, 2014 03:40PM
I try to stay under the radar when I go to lunch, blending in with the crowd. Fortunately, it works. Unfortunately, as soon as I sit next to "Mindy" ((right?)) the popular crowd descend on me like a flock of pigeons.
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I'm sorry I wrote so little, but I'm not good at insults, so....
Neither am I... ;)"Oh, you two are the new kids, the ones who like Justin Bieber, right?" The popular girl from class said with a fake smile plastered on her face and just for good measure it seemed, rolled her eyes. If I, Jill, who have been at the presence of humans for less than a day, can tell how fake a smile is, it's definitely fake.
So, I will not do anymore for I don't know what to say/do in these kinds of scenarios... BTW, about Jill/Brianna being with humans less than day, weren't they created specifically for the school thing? They would be shut down after they collect the data. So, I figured they couldn't have been around humans too much. Their creators would probably want them to start doing what they can as soon as possible, I think.
"yeah and who are you?"I asked her.Her eye's got bigger and she says almost screaming "bailey the most popular girl in school the one who is going to make your life a living nightmare." The cafeteria got quiet , everyone just stared at bailey and me. (sorry wasn't sure what to do)
((hello! im new to this group, this is my first post. I read the begining of this story and thought is was a cool idea. please tell me if i did anything wrong....))Bailey said, the fake politness almost dripping from her mouth. Fine by me. I had no desire to continue communications with this condesending blob of blonde. I was just about to stand up when a streaking green light flew accross my field of vision. My head jerked back slightly. I wasn't expecting a message from the Creators so soon. The thin green line disolved into pixels, forming crude letters, reading:
Remain contact with the creature called Baily. She may provide valuable information.
-C
My microchip prossed the information in a matter of seconds. What could this lesser being possibly have of importance? I sighed. Humans my be frusterating, but the Creator's messages are becoming more and more cryptic.
Baily's smile wavered. "Well, are you just going to stand there?" she asked. A friend whispered,"I think she's dieing" behind her. I plastered a confident smile on my face. "So sorry Bailey, I made a terrible mistake for not recgonizing you. Can you teach me your ways?" I nearly threw up, but Baily seemed convinced. "You may be blessed with my pressence." she replied, beckoning for me to take the seat next to her. I quickly sent a message to the Creators:
I'm in.
Mod
I watched with distaste as most of the boys looked up, wide eyed, gaped their mouths open, or, in one case, fell over, off the benches.
"Ahem, hello boys."
A few giggled nervously, and one answered timidly, "H-hi."
Bailey flipped her long blonde hair with much skill, and walked back to the table, heels clicking loudly.
As soon as she sat down, the cafeteria gradually began to start up the chatter again, and soon it was filled with noise again.
I turned around. As I did so, I still felt the burn of people's stares piercing through the back of my skull. I'd had enough. I got up and left the room...
Just outside, I bumped into one of the boys again - the brown haired one. The one with the dreamy blue eyes.
I stepped back and blushed nervously.
"Sorry about that. I wasn't - "
He chuckled. "It's okay. I'm Alex by the way."
Alex... the perfect name...
Just outside, I bumped into one of the boys again - the brown haired one. The one with the dreamy blue eyes.
I stepped back and blushed nervously.
"Sorry about that. I wasn't - "
He chuckled. "It's okay. I'm Alex by the way."
Alex... the perfect name...
Well... I thought. This is going fine. I look over at Samantha and she is grinning; her brown eyes glowing. I physically sigh pick up the pace as I stride threw the halls. Passing lockers with thin people large people and everyone in-between. My mind is giving me directions to my next class. Room 107, the art room. Maybe I can catch-up with the teacher.
"oh no..."
Sorry if i didn't space or punctuate right.
