03-29-2010, 12:36 AM
Jayce watched the girl enter the room with an expression of interest. When her sweater squirmed, he raised an eyebrow in interest. The teacher didn't seem to share that same interest. "Miss Gerlich, what have you brought into class with you this morning?"
Setting his pencil down, Jayce leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he watched the scene. It was something right off of a movie . . . right down to the poor girl blushing brightly. I kind of feel sorry for the girl. It probably wasn't her fault.
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"Isabella?"
The class snickered as the emo-themed girl took a deep breath, lifting her head from her desk. "Mmm?" she mumbled, blinking slowly. Her brown eyes were lined in heavy black makeup, and the youth seemed as though she hadn't gotten any sleep the previous evening.
"Can you tell us if this is the appropriate use of a semicolon?" The teacher tapped on the board with her chalk, indicating a sentence scrawled there. The girl shook her head, and mumbled something under her breath.
"I don't know," Bella muttered, her forehead hitting the desk audibly. A few students whispered frantically. "Tweak" was at it again. "Sure."
The instructor of the class shook her head, resuming her lesson without pausing. "Tweak" sat up, brushing her red and black hair out of her face with black painted fingernails. For the rest of class, she merely messed with the sleeve of her bright yellow sweater, sighing to herself. I hate it here. Glaring at the desk in front of her, Tweak closed her eyes and leaned back . . . it would all end sooner or later.
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