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[elizabeth lee]

If you're gonna talk about the things I need
Then you're gonna have to find out what they are
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Although today was the first time that Elizabeth had been inside the school library, it was not the first time she had seen the inside of it. How was this so? Well, the large ceiling-to-floor windows on each wall meant that anybody who walked by the library could see inside if they just well, looked. If they were to look they would see not only the traditional rows of books on shelves that most libraries have, but also desks with the latest computers and tables where students sat at to study or just read a book. Some members of staff also came here to do marking because it provided an ideal silent environment where they could concentrate. Elizabeth was here for that reason. She had tried to mark in the staff room, but hadn't been able to concentrate with the continuing stream of teachers coming and going. It was only a pop quiz that she was marking, but it was the first item of work she had been told to do and wanted to make sure she didn't make a mistake.

The blonde was sat near the back of the room, her work sprawled out over the desk she was sitting at. In fact the work almost covered the entire desk apart from the small corner where her laptop was. Why did she need the laptop? Well, it was meant to be there to record everyone's score into a spreadsheet, but Liz also needed it because she had lost the answer sheet and there had been one or two questions on the quiz which she had not been sure about. For this reason google was her savior. "Ballentine, Vincent... thirty-one out of thirty-five..." She mumbled as she entered that particular student's score into the spread sheet. He was the first students in the register, so she still had another twenty-six quizzes to mark. That was nine hundred and ten questions on fifty-two A5 pages. In other words a whole lot of ticks and crosses.

With her Biro in her mouth, Elizabeth looked up from her work. It was the final period on a Friday so the library was pretty muc empty aside from the few members of staff and the pupils who had nowhere else to be. Well, at least, Elizabeth thought that they had nowhere else to be. After giving each person the once over, Elizabeth's eyes returned to her work where upon she began to mark the next test. Was America ever ruled by the British? Tick. What is The Emancipation Proclamation? Tick. Is the person marking this' laptop still on the table? Cross.

Elizabeth scowled as she realized that her laptop had fallen onto the floor. The student-teacher pushed her chair back and looked under the table. The screen was no longer on and the power on light was flickering. Carefully, the woman picked it up and placed it back on the table. She wiggled the mouse, turned it on and off again, took the battery out and put it back in again, all to no avail. She'd have t o get one of the IT guys to have a look at it before she left tonight. However the test was due to be handed back to the students at the end of their lesson, a lesson which was on right at this very moment, so she would need to get onto one of the computers to fill out the spreadsheet.

After gathering up the tests, Liz walked to the nearest computer station and moved the keyboard out of the way before putting the papers down. She moved the mouse to get rid of the screen saver and discovered that she had to log on. She remembered being told once that her user name was her surname followed by her forename, all in lower case, so she entered that. As for the password? She couldn't remember it. The woman heard somebody move the chair at the station next to her, and without looking up asked "what do they set the passwords to as a default?" She figured that they probably set it to one of your names, but she didn't want to risk having the account blocked for entering the password incorrectly a set number of times.

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Lyrics: now i'm all over the shop by maximo park
Icons: by noelle.
Word Count: 725
Status: finished.
Tag: open.
Outfit: clickie.

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[dramaqueenscpa]

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she's gone.

it had been weeks since rebecca last stepped foot inside the school's library. she creeped through the doors, quiet as a mouse, and peered over the shelves of books and tables littered with people. they poured over their books and latops and were too busy to notice the newcomer. it was a relief for rebecca, for she did not want to be noticed by anyone while she was there. the junior snuck into the shelves and scanned the titles for soemthing interesting to take up time with. she frowned at the lack of classic titles and browsed momentarily through sections that intrigued her before finally giving up. she wanted to leave the campus again and find better options elsewhere, but she feared running into familiar faces. after a few days off to see her family, rebecca felt that nagging feleing tugging at her heart again. she checked her phone again and found that her inbox was empty: amelia hadn't contacted her since she departed for her family's home.

"stupid, stupid, stupid," rebecca muttered to herself as she ran her finger over the spines of the books, feeling the cracks and olds against her skin. this was the best place for her to hide and think over her options. she ha dmany paths to go down, and they all seeemd to end with undesirable results. rebecca desired so badly to run out of the building and take herself to amelia's room, dive deep into what she knew would be a terrible disaster,and yet she wanted to run away just a bad. but that would only make her yet another enemy, and perhaps a bolt of lightning would hit her and fry her like an egg. this torn feeling in her stomach made it churn as she quickly skimme dover the books, reading yet holding nothing in her mind.

before she met that girl, rebecca never felt so sick and nervous when she got the feeling of flight. whenever the wind change,d she changed, and she followed her whims wherever they took her. but now, there was a string tied to her ankle, and she couldn't undo it. she felt compelled to leave, but logned to stay. it took many years of being flaky to feel so little when leaving someone, but it only took a moment to change that. rebecca snapped the book she wa sholding shut and shoved it back into its place on the shelf, sighing with frustration. she had to detatch herself from her own feelings or be gagged by them. the girl left the books and headed for the computers. she sat down next to some lady she didn't know, and she heard her speak. it was odd, but rebecca didn't think much of people just randomly saying things to her. without thinking, she blurted out, "it's probably chicagoscpa or gscpa." rebecca wasn't really supposed to know the passwords, but she sweet talked them out of her teachers so she could access her email in the library.

rebecca realized her error and clmaped a hand over her mouth. that was stupid thing to do, and she knew it very well. looking aorund the library, she saw that nobody else heard her. she glanced over to the woman next to her and whispered, "please don't tell anyone i told you. i could get suspended for that." rebecca looked over the woman next to her and a confused look graced her features. she looked old enough to be a teacher, maybe an aid. "aren't you a teacher?" this may have sounded rude, but rebecca saw no trouble in the question. it seemed odd that a teacher wouldn't know the passwords to the computers. the junior figured they were told the passwords once they were hired.

lyrics lucy in the sky with diamonds by the beatles
word count 760
status done!
comment glad to finally be back.

[elizabeth lee]

If you're gonna talk about the things I need
Then you're gonna have to find out what they are
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Due to the fact that Elizabeth had not looked up before she had spoken, she did not know the gender of the person next to her until she heard their voice, which, judging by the pitch of it, was a woman. The twenty-three year old did not reply just yet, but entered the first suggestion of chicagoscpa, and, luckily, it worked. "Thank you." Elizabeth said as she opened up the start menu so that she could access the shortcut to the spreadsheet program. After quickly inputting the tests that she had already marked, she put them to the bottom of the pile and looked at the next one, which had only partially been filled out, something that was not a good start.

Elizabeth would have liked to just carry on as she was, focusing on her work, but what the person beside her said next caught her attention. "please don't tell anyone i told you. i could get suspended for that." A suspension? Wasn't that a bit of an extreme punishment for knowing the password to the staff accounts? A detention she could understand, and maybe internal suspension at a stretch would be understandable in the right circumstances. And so it was out of curiosity that Elizabeth finally decided to turn her head, and her eyes landed upon the form of what she thought was a student; most likely either a junior or senior. "I won't..." Liz said, lightly biting her lower lip as she did so. She wasn't sure why she would tell on the girl especially as she had helped her out, but it was what she wanted to hear so that was what she was told.

The question of whether or not she was a teacher was one that Elizabeth was not sure how to take. It could have meant that she looked professional in what she was doing, but she was willing to bet that the real reason she had been asked that question was because she was over twenty, was not wearing a jumpsuit, and had a quiz paper and answer sheet in her hand instead of a mop and a wet floor warning sign. "Not exactly..." Elizabeth's response was not exactly detailed or revealing, which was why she liked it. There was nothing wrong with a harmless mystery in her opinion. There was perhaps some comfort for the girl to ask whether she was a teacher, and that was because she probably did not know about the stunt she had pulled on her first day here. Quite a few of the pupils she had come across had pointed and laughed with their friends, which for somebody like Elizabeth was pretty unnerving.

Turning her attention briefly back to the papers, Elizabeth quickly marked the one on the top of her pile before the sound of her fingers pressing the keys on the keyboard filled the air. Considering you were meant to be quiet in a library the keys sure did make rather a lot of noise, or maybe it was just because of how she pressed them. Either way, she would try and quiet it down a little so as not to disturb anybody who was trying to study. Once the results for that pupil were typed up, Elizabeth looked back at the girl beside her, raised one eyebrow above the other and asked, "why do you ask?".

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Lyrics: now i'm all over the shop by maximo park
Icons: by noelle.
Word Count: 573
Status: finished.
Comments: big drop in words lol. x.x and welcome back! =)
Tag: rebecca
Outfit: clickie.

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[dramaqueenscpa]

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she's gone.

rebecca would have turned back time if she could have. but she couldn't, so she would have to deal with the consequences. she knew there was a no-tolerance policy for breaking rules, and students knowing the staff passwords for the computers was one of them. they weren't supposed to know them after what happened when they could access just about anything form the library computers when students would be caught looking at porn, dowloading illegal music, or participating in im chats. after about the third perosn, the faculty decided to change the passwords and limit the access for the students. it didn't stop them from doing crap on their own laptops in their dorms, but it pissed off the kids without personal computers.

despite the fear that gripped rebecca, which surprised her, she felt releif that the teacher wasn't going to rat her out. the junior let out a breath as she relaxed into her chair. she logge din as a student and went directly to the bookmarks, the only place where the students could find open sites to browse. they were mostly educational, but soem were interesting. rebecca chose one on art, her favorite subject. she didn't glance back at the woman next top her, but she replied, "thanks." her eyebrow rasied a bit when she didn't respond with a simple yes or no. she was a teacher, kind of? what did that mean? the only people rebecca knew that were kinda teachers were the student teachers, but the woman next to her didn't look like a student teacher. the only ones rebecca knew were silly and flirty, and they didn't bother with grading anything.

"assuming you're a student teacher, you're raising the bar for the rest of them. most of them leave the tedious work up to the teachers they work with," rebecca murmrued with an amused expression on her face, "i would be careful about what you do on the internet, especially around here. eyes are everywhere." she experienced the flaky behavior of a couple of student teachers before. one, a brunette cheerleader clone in her sophomore biology class, just sat at her little desk and "graded" papers and texted her boyfriend when she thought no one was paying attention to her. the facade held up for about a month, and then she had the nerve to log into her myspace and leave a bullitein about how boring the class was and how stupid the tecaher was. one student caught it and it sprea dlike wildfire. the student teacher was fired.

why did she ask? good question. rebecca stopped searching and looke dot the woman. "well, if you were a teacher, i would be gone by now, but, yuo seem like a nic eperosn, so i think i'll stick around. besides, i'm not looking at anything bad at the moment. just researching for art class." rebecca knew very well that innocence came form lack of guilt. if she had nothing to hide, she had nothing to worry about. rebecca turned back to her computer and scanned over the pictures of van gogh paintings, searching for the right one. she wanted to do an interpretation of one of his pieces and make it 3D, something from clay. but, she was split between two and couldn't make up her mind. maybe the teacher would help her?


lyrics lucy in the sky with diamonds by the beatles
word count 700
status crunchy on the outside with a gooey center.
comment it's shorter. i babbled a bit about the teacher story.