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Post by dramaqueenscpa on Jul 6, 2009 11:59:03 GMT -5
 the sun is high, so we'll go wandering
until the streets tilt to the sea
rebecca was late. she knew it the moment she opened her eyes, before she even had time to look at her alarm clock. the girl jumped out of bed and ran to her closet, which was blocked by a large unfinsihed scuplture of three children walking on a beach. this took about four minites to move, and rebecca was getting anxious. she blindly threw on some jeans and a t-shirt before she shoved her feet into some half-clean sock and her favorite Vans. Her hair was forever straight, so she didn't need to worry about brushing it. she simply shook it out and gave herself a bright smile before she ran out the soor, her back pack slung, as always, over one shoulder.
it was always a pain to have to get up in the morning after spending half the night texting amelia while finishing up her artwork. she was in the middle of selling half of her work, sparing her absolute favorites for herself and close friends, and she was constantly being distracted by her phone or the door or a song on the radio. and now she was tired and running to mr. seymour's class, very well aware of the fact that she had two minutes to get there. rebecca silkently cursed her counselor for putting her into this mucky schedule, but was grateful that she only had to deal with the man once in the morning. that was a mixed blessing that she would be thankful for until someone changed her schedule again. then, hopefully, she could start her day a bit later. and by a bit, she meant about three more hours.
it didn't take her too long to reach the building, and rebecca took no time to walk or even look at people who were talking or sitting about, waiting for their first cloass to start. rebecca felt the chill against cheeks, but had thrown on her coat and scarf before leaping out her dorm room, so she didn't feel the cold attack her body. somehow she still felt a chill in the hall as she slowed to a fast walk, and her teeth chattered as she hurried down the hallway to the safety of her warm classroom. the heaters were on, as she could faintly feel them warm up her face. rebecca looked toward the end of the building and saw that the doors were open, which was a waste of electricity. but it did slow down traffic, seeing the kids pour in through the double doors like a mass of water.
rebecca reached her classroom and paused for a moment to slow down before she opened the door and hurried to her seat. the rest of the class was too busy chattering and laughing like a bunch of monkeys in a cage to notice her. only a couple of people caught her entrance and waved at her. rebecca smile breathlessly and waved backed, plopping down in her seat just as the bell rang. relief washed over her as she unraveled her scarf and shrugged off her jacket, lumping them over ther backpack which lay by her desk. she sighed and sank over her desk, her face buried in her arms.
tag! aaron seymour
word count! 637
status! done
comment! interesting tidbit: i wrote a song (which shouldn't be considered a song since it's just the words) that includes the lyrics below the icons.
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Post by aaron seymour on Jul 8, 2009 7:51:49 GMT -5
 YEAH, THIS IS MY LIFEAND I WANT IT BACK ____________________________________________
The same routine that Aaron had every morning was starting to alter to add a new activity. This involved receiving more restricted text messages or letters either in his P.O. Box or his box here at school. They were starting to become a daily thing around early morning either before he left his apartment or on his way to the school. Every time he got them while he was driving he had to pull over so he didn't injure any innocent people while he was blinded. He nearly ripped the steering wheel from the dashboard on one occasion. It wasn't really the text messages or letters anymore that got to him, it was the picture messages. Whoever it was that kept saying they were watching, was in fact watching him. He got an image of himself leaving his apartment building. It was a little far away, but it was unmistakable. Another, and the last so far, was of him leaving Letizia's with a coffee and bagel in hand.
Aaron had made it to school this morning later than usual, but early enough to meet the first student at the door. He continued with his routine of stopping by the mail room to check his box after letting the student in and setting his things down. No letter. There wouldn't be, he got the picture message. The message attached had said, 'Heheh, enjoy.' He could only hear that 'heheh' as some sinister cackle. He left the office without a parting word and headed back to his classroom. His coffee was still in his hand even though it was now empty, the plastic wrap from the bagel was stuffed inside the Styrofoam. Students were entering the building in a massive flood now, and he still had another hallway to get through until he was back in his room.
As he was walking, he felt a rush of wind as a student darted by him on her route to class. Watching the girl from behind, he waited until she turned the corner to grin to himself. Rebecca Murphy, he should have known. That girl was a piece of work and she never let him forget it. He let her run to class, continuing his casual pace. Upon reaching the entrance to his room, he dropped the remains of his breakfast into the trash bin just inside the door and walked steadily into the room. He glanced sideways at her head on the desk. "Late again, Murphy." He had gotten away from calling her 'Miss Murphy' a while ago, not finding the title suit her all that well. While going through the usual routine of taking attendance, another late arrival huffed through the door. "Yer late, Baker." "I know, I'm sorry, but I-" "Sit." His hand jumped off the mouse to point to the boy's vacant desk. He just nodded and took his seat.
While waiting on the morning announcements, Aaron finished taking role then stood up and walked to the front of the class. Most of the students quieted down, but there were still a few chit-chatters. He didn't mind though, seeing as how class hadn't officially started yet. "Homework." The students had been in class long enough to know when he said the simple word they were to get it out and pass it forward. He liked to collect it early, then spend the first fifteen minutes or so discussing it. It was cruel to have a discussion without the students having reference sheets in front of them, but then he knew if they actually read the assignment or copied it from a dear friend. He did in fact catch a few people that way. The way they tried to hide themselves by sinking lower in their desk or staring hard at their textbook, pretending to read or find a point they wanted to make. He knew their tricks.
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LYRICS are from this is my life by phil vassar
IMAGE is by me
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Post by dramaqueenscpa on Jul 8, 2009 11:11:36 GMT -5
 make me the sunshine to gaze in your window
make me a picture so i can hang on your wall
rebeecca groaned quietly when mr. seymour entered the classroom. she hoped the whole time she was runnign that he would have a substitute so she wouldn't have to deal with that morning. the girl lifted her heavy head and narrowed her eyes, surrounded by dark circles, and watched him carefully as he addressed other students' tardies. a slight sirk crossed her lips, but it was hidden in her arms. this was going to be a very long but a very interesting period, and she was going to milk it for all it was worth. she sat up straight and pulled her folder, notebook, and pen out of her backpack. preperation was key to success, so she was going to show mr. seymour that she was no fool.
"bastard," she mouthed to herself as she flipped through her papers until she fiound the right one and pulled it out. he was going to be a bright ray of sunshine today, her sarcasm radar predicted. rebeeca surpessed a yawn by covering her m out with her free hand as she read over her answers. all of them showed that it was she who wrote them. it also became pointless to write her name on the paper. especially when she always left a witty remakr about the assigment on a post-it stuck to te back of the paper. today it was bright blue and in the shape of a star.
even the word 'homework' made her fellow students shudder or run for cover. luckily for rebecca, she had finished his assignment before she began to slave away at her sculpture. it wasn't that diificult, but she could smell a rat a mile away and she knew if he was going to start any funny business about his assignments. she knew some of her classmates were dying to get even a scrap of copied help so they could scribble something down and turn it in. a couple evn called her the night ebfore for answers, but she refused. rebecca handed hers in with a smile playing on her lips and opened up her notebook to a blank page so she could doodle.
rebecca's hand danced over the page as she sketched out the beginnings of a lake cutting through a thick forest. at first, it merely looked like a snake, but soon the trees grew and the currents of the water emrged. rebecca wanted to pull out her colored pencils and pens to brighten it up, but black and white would have to do for now. mr. seymour would start his lecture any minute and she needed to be prepared for it. no doubt it included something about the pervious night's work and the lesson withn it. rebecca slid her noteboom to one side and crossed her arms lightly across her chest, waiting patiently for the teacher to begin speaking.
the relationship between rebecca murphy and aaron seymour was simple: you leave me alone and i won't fail you. rebeeca remembered this treaty from the first day when she revealed her tough exterior to her history teacher. she did that every year to every teacher she had to encounter in a classroom. it was her way of putting her cards down on the table before the gae began. rebecca wanted to be honest with her educators with who she was and what they were going to have to deal with. most of the just laughed it off, but this one...not so much.
tag! seymour
word count! 645
status! done
comment! this should be fun.
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Post by aaron seymour on Jul 20, 2009 9:37:01 GMT -5
LOOKING SO INNOCENTI MIGHT BELIEVE YOU IF I DIDN'T KNOW ____________________________________________
Walking by each of the desks in the first row, Aaron collected the homework, having to pause at a few of them while students dug through their bags for the assignment. He was patient and chatted with the first student or second in the row until he had all the assignments. He liked to get them in order, that way it was a lot faster when handing them back. The process of grading them was the part that took the longest. He was wondering if being a teacher as his cover was the smartest of ideas. Janitor might have been the better choice, no one really pays attention to them unless they need something cleaned up. Like vomit. Gross. Never mind. Besides, if he was a janitor it would probably make things more awkward with Noelle, although he would have good excuses to come to her classroom. He wouldn't have had to make up the dance lessons, all he had to do was go in to mop and polish the floor.
Heading back behind his desk, he had just enough time to set the papers down before the announcements came on. The whole class stood for the pledge, recited it, and sat back down after the moment of silence. The announcements were short and then the room was quiet. Except for the scribbling of someone's pencil and since he hadn't started the lesson yet, there shouldn't be. He wasn't one to snap at students for stupid little things, but when he saw which student it was he didn't hesitate. "Murphy!" He didn't move from the front of the classroom to her desk, but instead shouted at her from where he was. Most of the class turned to look. "This isn' art class. Ye'll have plenty o' time to doodle la'er." He knew she did her assignment and was ready for him, which gave her ample time to doodle when the rest of the class was sweating in their seats. He usually only called on her as a last resort. He couldn't tell if it pissed her off or not, but he hoped it did tick her a little, especially when she tried to jump in with the answer and he ignored her hand. However, that didn't stop her from shouting out either.
There was a short silence where Aaron waited for her to stop drawing before turning away and walking to the board. There were already some words and phrases written on the board, he picked up his meter stick and pointed to the first. "Emancipation Proclamation." He read aloud. "Tell me wha' ye learned about it in the readin', or wha' ye already know." He knew the students would shoot their hands up right away, wanting to be called on so they could be done with. The easiest response was going to be about how it freed the slaves, then the hands would be lacking. Of course, he was right. "Corey." There was a chorus of quiet groans as Corey stated that the Proclamation freed the slaves in the southern states. "Righ'." There was a little more to it than that, but he was right nonetheless.
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LYRICS are from YOU'RE NOT SORRY by TAYLOR SWIFT
IMAGE is by ME
OOC ewww, hat was pretty bad...and short -.-
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Post by dramaqueenscpa on Jul 20, 2009 10:03:42 GMT -5
 your eyes, they tell a grand story
but i know it's all just make believe
rebecca raised an eyebrow when mr. seymour brought up her drawing. even though she was already closing her art notebook, he had to bring it up, and her, out of all the people in his class. not the ones sitting in the back, trying to sneak in a last text message before class or even the ones hiding Maxim and Batman behind their textbooks. but, today was going to be a good day, hopefully, she she simply blew his comment off. leave it to mr, seymour to be constantly bugging her. if there was no need to be curtious to his students, rebecca bet that he would go out of his way to make sure she stayed in line.
rebecca opened her book to the right chapter and ran her finger over the page until she reached the emancipation proclamation, refraining from rolling her eyes the whole time. she hated havign to elarn about hsitory so early in the morning, especially after she woke up late. she wanted the bell to ring so she could go to english. she had a poem she was going to read in front of the class, and she prepared for it all week. and, she wanted to see amelia again. as always.
ever since rebecca confessed her feelings for the girl, she felt a sting from the people in her dorm building. some of the guys gave her funny looks and the girls gave her angry glares. rebecca knew they weren't too happy with the idea of them being together, but she didn't give a damn. but, the whisperes behind her back were annoying. the girl glanced over to the guy sitting next to her and caught him eyeing her curiously. she glared and he looked back to his book, suddenly interested in finding something in their so he could avoid her stare. rebecca went back to gazing up at the whiteboard, her head aching again.
when corey gave his obvious answer, rebecca but her lip to keep from scoffing or sighing to loud. sure, he was right, but it wasn't the whole story. rebecca glanced up and asaw that the teacher wasn't correcting him. she rolled her eyes, but she kept her hand slaced together. she wasn't going to interrupt and piss off mtr. seymour again. if she did, she bet every penny she ahd that he would ignore her, yell at her, or send her to the principal's office. then she would have to deal with the outcome, and none of them sounded too pleasing.
what the hell was she thinking? she had every right to speak her mind. rebecca shoved aside her worried thought and raised her hand. if he had a problem with her speaking out in class, again, then he would just have to pretend that she wasn't there or tape her mouth shut.
tag! mister aaron
word count! 560
status! done, i guess.
comment! i liked your post. it was quite amusing, actually.
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Post by aaron seymour on Aug 1, 2009 9:02:26 GMT -5
LOOKING SO INNOCENTI MIGHT BELIEVE YOU IF I DIDN'T KNOW ____________________________________________
From the corner of his eye, Aaron saw Rebecca's hand raise but pretended not to notice. He should have figured that, and he did. He had purposely positioned his body so she was partially blocked from view. If this were a normal highschool and he an ordinary teacher, and Rebecca a whiny student, he would probably be canned by now. But it wasn't, he wasn't, and she wouldn't dare. It was as much fun for him as it was for her, he would even take a guess that the rest of the class found amusement in it as well. Whenever they got into one of their bickering moods, class would cease and the other students wouldn't have to do anything but listen, or text. Most of the ended up slipping their phones from their pockets, resulting in them either losing their phone or getting an extra assignment. It all depended on his mood.
He scanned the half of the room that didn't contain Rebecca Murphy for hands. He didn't even see eyes, most of them were lowered to stare at the desk. He could be mean and pick at random, but he just wasn't feeling up to it today. "All righ' Murphy." He caved, turning to face her hand. Just as he got the words out of his mouth the phone chimed. He secretly smirked as he went to answer it. "Seymour." His back was to the class but as the person on the other line, who was a secretary, continued talking he gradually turned around to keep and eye out and make sure there were no shenanigans from his students. He listened, but his eyes wandered to each junior, landing on Rebecca for an instant, then retracing their path.
"Righ', when does she arrive?" A pause then he looked at his watch. "Well, she's not here." Another pause, he lowered his arm. "Okay, well tomorrow then....yeah... good day to ye." A student teacher? What in the earth did he want one of those for? What was he supposed to do with her. He moved back in front of the class. "Hold on there, Murphy." He wanted to inform his students before Rebecca answered and class went on. "I've jus' been told tha' we'll be gettin' a studen' teacher." By the tone of his voice it was easy to tell he wasn't to thrilled with the idea. He didn't bother with the part that she was supposed to be here today, because obviously she wasn't and it wasn't important. "She'll be here tomorrow. Her name is Miss Lee." There he told them and now there wasn't really anywhere to go with the idea of a student teacher. "So, jus' be prepared when ye come in tomorrow." He looked back at Rebecca and gestured for her to finally answer the question.
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LYRICS are from YOU'RE NOT SORRY by TAYLOR SWIFT
IMAGE is by ME
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