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Post by Echo on Oct 23, 2009 17:55:03 GMT -5
(( the story kinda drags when we're not with the boys and goes WAY slow, so when you post try to have it a few hours later or the next day))
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Post by Echo on Oct 24, 2009 8:35:45 GMT -5
"Math club...5.2... swimming...tots..." Echo heard over the PA system while dozing in and out of an interesting trance that a certain tree outside the window had caused.
"LUCILLE!" The voice of the ever bipolar Ms.Winston, struck through the air and seemed to slap Echo. She started with a jump, realized the situation, rubbed her eyes wearily and let out a whimper.
"Now dear, if you are so tired, you should try getting to sleep earlier, perhaps I could lend you one of the fancy pillows?" Ms.Winston told her sweetly with smile like a loving mother's. ...yeah, you're not weird... Echo thought to herself with a smirk. Besides it was the third day of school, she wasn't tired, just bored! Ms.Winston dismissed the class and she dashed out of the room, down the hallway and back up stairs to her locker.
"Gettin' used to it yet?" Echo heard a voice say while passing by her, she recognized it as Birdy's and shook her head.
"Not ONE bit!!" Echo yelled back with a grin and the shake of her head.
((even though most of the girls are on different floors, they can still talk in between classes and such because the classes would probably be all over the building.))
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Post by Snicker on Oct 24, 2009 13:38:45 GMT -5
---Lunch--- Birdy slammed her luch tray onto the filthy cafeteria table. "Mmm, slime." She said sarcastically picking at the gooky yellow substance on her plate. Snicker gagged in disgust as she opened up her little brown lunch bag and dumped it's contents onto the table. "Gross, I hate caviar." She whispered so no one would hear her rude complaint as she tossed the little container into a near by trash can. "CAVIAR?!" Echo excalimed, "Your parents packed you caviar?!" Snicker shook her head, "Andrew did." Echo slammed her head down on the table. "Oh don't do that sweetie, this table is filthy." Snicker said brushing off crumbs around her friend's head. "Don't look now," Squeakers said as she set her tray down next to Birdy, " but it looks like Blink got this lunch hour, too." Birdy shrieked as she tried to hide her face in her hands. "He probably didn't notice you until you just did that." Snicker said matter-o-factly. "No DUH!" Echo exclaimed, her head still on the table.
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Post by birdy on Oct 25, 2009 15:29:11 GMT -5
Birdy pretended to be interested in the concoction that the administration claimed to be tuna casserole. She scooped a spoonful into her mouth and immedietly looked like she would gag. "Mmmm," she managed to fake, "This is great!" The girls could see her act, and attempted to make her cheeks even redder. "He's coming this way!" Snicker exclaimed. "Omigod! He's sitting down at the table behind you!" Echo chimed in. "Shut up! He is not!" Birdy insisted. Then she whirled around and Blink was, in fact, sitting right behind her, grinning widely.
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Post by Snicker on Oct 25, 2009 15:57:20 GMT -5
(( I have NO IDEA as to how I shall tie in youknowwho))
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Post by Snicker on Oct 26, 2009 19:01:18 GMT -5
((Since no one else has posted since yesterday I will post again here because I think Trey Parker is cool, but he is kind of odd on facebook and his status always says that he is working on something.)) Blink winked at Birdy and spun back around in his chair to face his own table. At least, she thought he winked. Birdy felt as if her head had suddenly gotten a bit heavier and set it on the table for relief. "No! No more!" Snicker huffed, "Both of you, heads OFF THE TABLE!" She grabbed Echo by a braid and yanked her head off of the surface and shot a a dirty look at Birdy. "Sorry mom." Echo hissed under her breath. "Go to your room, missy!" Snicker sneered. Echo stuck her tongue out at Snicker and went to go sit with Switchblade who was all alone at a tiny table in the back of the enormous cafeteria.
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Post by Echo on Oct 27, 2009 17:11:01 GMT -5
Echo soon returned dragging along a very reluctant looking Switchblade. Echo pulled a chair up behind him and shoved him down in a seat at the table as best she could.
"I will NOT allow you to be an outcast!" Echo said while wagging her finger at him. Switchblade only huffed and continued to eat his "tuna casserole"
Echo plopped down in her seat and nudged Birdy then turned to Snicker who giggled.
"Will you guys stop!! I---" Birdy cut herself off remembering that he was right behind her. The other girls chuckled even more as Birdy's face beamed crimson and she shoved another mouthfull of her lunch into her mouth with a bit of a scowl. Snicker's laughing suddenly snapped to a close and her eyes grew wide.
"Something seems to be funny over here." A tall-ish boy with round silver glasses and fluffy hair said from the opposite side of the table. Snicker choked out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of her neck. Echo snorted out another round of laughing when... ((oh you know you saw it coming!!))
"heh... heh... Hi Spot..." Echo grinned akwardly up at the boy now standing next to Specs. Squeakers hid her head in her hands and mumbled.
"Please don't show up, please don't show up, please don't..."
"Heya Squeaks!" Skittery waved to her and walked over.
"Really?!!" Squeakers threw her head in her hands again as Birdy erupted into a fit of laughter.
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Post by Snicker on Oct 27, 2009 17:24:56 GMT -5
((Snicker doesn't really know who Specs is yet but he thinks shes cute, cause she is. But I see you...)) Snicker looked around the table in confusion. "What?" She asked. Echo leaned over and explained the situation to Snicker in a hushed tone. Snicker blushed. "Huh?! I don't like Specs!" Snicker exclaimed as her face turned a light red shade. So did his as he turned away. "Look! You made him blush!" Birdy hissed pointing to Specs who now had his back to the girls. ((No, he's not crying, he's just ignoring them because we're all very obnoxious and he is much more superior than us. For we are freshman! )) "Soo... Skittery. Skittery, Skittery... Skittery..." Squeakers mumbled trying to fill the gap of silence between the two. Skittery was oblivious and continued to smile. -- "Really, I don't like him! I hardly know him!" Snicker said for the umpteenth time to Birdy. "Oh, well you stare at him a lot. He's on your floor, isn't he?" Birdy asked curiously as she dug through Snicker locker. "I only stare at him because he's there! Ok?! You stare at people all the time and it kinda creeps me out!" Birdy slit her eyes and continued the argument, " So, you do like him?" Snicker growled and slammed her head on the side of her locker repetitively. "No! No! No! I've never talked to the guy! Besides, he's creepy, he never talks to anyone cept that crazy blonde kid and Skittery. And he's always reading and whats my 3rd rule of Snicker?" Snicker raised an eyebrow and leaned in towards Birdy, who was bored of the current conversation. "I. Hate. Books." Birdy said lifelessly. "EXACTLY! I cannot date a boy who does nothing but read." "So you WOULD date him!" Birdy exclaimed. She was only catching about half of the conversation. "I KNEW IT!" she squealed as she ran down the halls with a grin on her face. "NO! STOP! WAIT!!!" Snicker screamed chasing after her/
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Post by Snicker on Oct 27, 2009 17:26:24 GMT -5
((Ok, Specs isn't a creeper. It's hard to explain but he's kinda like Switchblade just with more friends and talks a lot more. He really only talks to people he's comfortable with and opens up more over time. ))
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Post by birdy on Oct 30, 2009 15:53:55 GMT -5
Birdy walked to her next class, which was history, with a triumphant grin. When the bell finally rang, she was in her seat, looking eager. "Good afternoon, class! As you know, we will begin to study Ancient Greece today, and for homework, you should've read Chapter 5 to prepare," Mr. Tremain said, peering around the class to assess their reaction. Groans rippled through the classroom, but Birdy's eyes were bright. Ancient Greece, and much of history, was fascinating to her. This set her apart from many of the students. "A little review is in order, then," Mr. Tremain announced, "I'll read the questions from the end of the chapter." The same chorus of groans passed through the group of students. "All right. Number one. Which Athenian politican had the Parthenon built?" Birdy's hand flew into the air. "Yes, Elizabeth?" "Pericles!" "Correct! Onto Number two. What word is used to describe Alexander's empire?" Once again Birdy's hand rocketed up. "Elizabeth," "Hellenistic!" A few giggles trickled from the students at the strange name. The rest of the hour continued in this manner, with Birdy's hand shooting up and the answers exploding from her mouth. Whispers started to pass between the students about the history geek beginning to reveal herself...
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Post by Snicker on Nov 1, 2009 21:03:50 GMT -5
Snicker slumped down in her seat and immediately pulled out her planner from the stock of things on her desk, and began to doodle. Racetrack sat in the desk beside her (the seating is alphabetical) and peered over her shoulder. "Ya shadin' is terrible." He sneered pulling out his own planner to draw as well. "Shut it, it's a doodle! Besides, even I can draw two identical eyes 'Mr. Winky'." Snicker sassed at her brother. He ignored her and continued his picture that looked like a character off a colorful poster that hung on Snicker's wall. "Lollipop girl?" She exclaimed snatching his planner from him. "... Not bad." "Thanks." He took his planner back and set it in the wire basket under his desk. "Sit down shuddup, I'm passing back your tests from last week and I'm very disappointed in scores this time." Mr. Carr said grimly as he smacked papers down on ever students desk. He slapped one onto Snicker's with a sigh. "A D+?!" Snicker screamed. "Thank you for sharing, Angela." Mr. Carr said dryly. Racetrack chucked. "Ma, is gonna kill ya!" He teased as the math teacher placed a test on Race's desk as well. "Much improvement, Mr. Kennedy." Mr. Carr mumbled. Snicker leaned over her brother's shoulder to see his score. "No! Your dead! You got an F!" Snicker squealed. "... As always..." Racetrack mumbled shoving his paper into his math binder. "We need tutors. . . "Snicker whimpered flipping through her test papers. "No," race said, "we need to pay more attention." Race pointed at the board that was suddenly covered in equations and numbers. Snicker dropped her head down onto her desk and sobbed. Math sucks. ((This is kinda my life at the moment and I'm actually too scared to ask for help with my homework. But I'm not getting a D+ like that once time last year, this time it's a C+... >_<" ))
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Post by Echo on Nov 7, 2009 19:15:20 GMT -5
----End of the week----- Echo groaned as Mrs.Calloway walked into the classroom. It was English, which normally, Echo adored, but this year it was torture. She absolutely despised Mrs. Calloway, she made the class die.
"Lucille, put that book down!" Mrs.C snapped at Echo. Echo glared at her and slammed her book shut, it was English she thought that the teacher should be happy.
"Now today class, we are going to have a little chat about how behaved with the substitute teacher yesterday." The teacher said with and evil gleam in her eyes.
---- 45 minutes later-------
"So I hope you now know how to better yourselves while in the classroom. And on that note, here is your assignment." She handed it out to the class who responded with gasps of shock and groans.
"We only have 15 minutes of class left and this is 3 whole pages worth of questions about a story that's in a book that we aren't even allowed to take home!!" Echo practically shouted at her.
"Better start reading then." Mrs. Calloway sneered.
"Evil." Echo hissed to herself while frantically flipping through her enormous literature book.
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Post by Snicker on Nov 9, 2009 12:40:56 GMT -5
--After school-- Snicker and Racetrack sat together on a bench outside the main entrance waiting for Andrew to arrive with the convertible. "Later, Race!" Spot Conlon called to him as he passed the two. Race nodded his head and smiled. Snicker fidgeted in her seat. She'd been dying to ask her brother a question but was a little nervous. She hesitated and, "Race... " She whispered. "... Yeees?" "Well, you know a lot of the boys here, right?" Snicker wrung her hands nervously in her lap and avoided eye contact with her brother. "Uh, I guess so." Race said leaning casually back on the bench. "Well, I was wondering. . . Do you know Specs?" Racetrack shifted on the bench and thought a moment, "Well, lets see... I know Spot who knows Jack who knows Snoddy who knows Pie Eatah who knows Bumlets who knows Skittery who knows Dutchy who knows Specs. . . Yeah, I know em." Snicker stared blankly at the concrete sidewalk. "Oh." Racetrack leaned into his sister. "So, why'd ya wanna know?" Her face grew warm as she forced a casual, "Oh, nothing." and stood up from the bench. "Andrew is here, I can see the car. C'mon."
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Post by Echo on Nov 17, 2009 20:46:09 GMT -5
"I can't beleive we're already into our second week of school!" Birdy exclaimed, surprised and excited.
"I know, IT'S CRAZY!" Echo freaked.
"Echo! goodness, do you have to be so loud?" Birdy said, practically shunning the girl.
"Why yes, yes I do" Echo said with a smirk.
"It is kinda weird to already be getting so into to school, it sucks... but I will admit, seeing you guys everyday, even if it is as school, is definitely a bonus." Snicker chimed in. Squeakers just nodded in agreement with everyone else.
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Post by birdy on Nov 17, 2009 22:27:24 GMT -5
Birdy had continued her bout of nerdiness in history class; her hand shooting up with the power of a rocket for an hour every day. People had started to giggle at her in class and whisper insults behind her back. Birdy had remained oblivious to this, until one day she was approached by a group of girls that had evil smirks painted on their picture-perfect faces. "Hey, it's the girl who belongs in a museum!" the lead girl spat, her cronies giggling incessantly afterward. "I'm not an artifact," Birdy whispered timidly. "You're so into crap like that you should just LIVE in a museum. No one would miss you!" a second girl crowed. Another burst of robotic laughter came from the group. Luckily for Birdy, Echo had overheard the girls' insults, and was filled with fury. She stomped over to the scene, and planted herself before the leader of the clique. "I would," Echo hissed. Her hands were on her hips and she shot a death glare at the Barbie-esque girl. ((There you go Echo. feel free to create the greatest pounding in history.))
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