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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Aug 29, 2011 23:30:09 GMT -5
It was a somber morning. The sky was dark, as if the sun hadn't started to rise, even the streetlights were still on, as if to say that summer had finally come to an end. No matter what calenders, weather people, or anyone else said, Ryck always felt that the start of a school year was the end of summer. The start of autumn. Already leaves were crunching beneath his sneakers, just one more announcement of the end of summer.
Then it came into view, the final killer of freedom; the Falconer school building. A large bird's head was painted over the brick of the main entrance, as if ready to tear his head off. Momentarily he considered turning back, heading to a park or some other place, but his feet kept carrying him closer and closer towards the end of summer vacation.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Aug 30, 2011 0:12:39 GMT -5
Some horrible sound raked through the morning stillness. A terrible beeping, screechy noise pounded into the bedroom as the ugly red numbers declared 6:00 AM. Faster than most sleeping people move, Macy's hand shot out from under the covers and smacked the alarm clock until she found the snooze button. Not satisfied with her work, she turned the clock off as well and pulled the covers back over her head and rolled over.
"Macy, time to wake up!" she heard her mother's voice from downstairs. "It's after six and you've still got to shower and catch the bus!" The bus. Oh how Macy loathed the bus. She very, very deeply resented the stinky, yellow monster that rumbled down the road at seven in the morning.
"Okay, I'm coming!" she yelled downstairs. But of course she wasn't. She merely slipped back into dream-land, back to the magical realm of sleep.
Twenty minutes later, the girl wandered downstairs to the bathroom, realizing that now she really did need to hurry. School again. Got to catch the bus... She went through the day in her head as she prepared, dreading most of all, even more than the bus, the great brick jailhouse that the town passed off as an educational facility.
Despite the time constraints, Macy had herself looking presentable for the first day of class in enough time to scarf down some breakfast and dash to the bus as it pulled up at her driveway. She quickly got in and found an empty seat in about the middle of the bus and pulled out her iPod; it was just about the only way she could endure the torture. Up front, all the elementary children chattered and squealed and argued; next to her some younger girls were playing the three or four ringtones on their cell phones about six times apiece, in a row; in the back the other high schoolers blasted metal and told obscene jokes. The music from the little iPod couldn't drown it all out, but it was almost perfect.
Some many torturous minutes later, the bus pulled up in front of it. Looking out the window, Macy glared at the administration standing eagerly outside. Sure, they were nice. But she did not want to be here for yet another boring, stressful, over-worked, under-slept year.
From up front came the creak of the doors opening, and everyone rushed to escape. Macy was patient enough, as she was in no hurry to get into school, but enough pushing would really start her day off bad. Down the steps she went, off the bus and into another long year.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Aug 30, 2011 0:37:16 GMT -5
Ryck could hear the buses at the other side of the building as they deposited students by the two side doors on either side of the building.
There's no use holding it off any longer Ryck told himself. He passed beneath the falcon's head, pushed the doors open, and met with the chaos inside.
Loud chatter, doors slamming, books and different things getting slammed around as students hurried around to meet with their friends so that they could share with them the events of the summer, most of which were common knowledge to anyone who had any kind of internet connection already. Carefully, Ryck maneuvered through it all towards his graduating class's section of the school.
When he arrived he reached into the front pocket of his blue jeans and pulled out a scrap of paper that had his locker number and combination on it, when suddenly a large, meaty hand smacked him on the shoulder, causing him to drop the scrap of paper and nearly fall.
" 'Sup man?" came a familiar voice from behind.
"Oh nothn' much." He replied, picking up the scrap he had just dropped. "Just trying to find my locker in all of," he waved his hand at the chaos that filled the hall. "this."
The man's hand reached past him and took the scrap out from Ryck's.
"Oh, dude, your locker's all the way down at the end of the hall. Anyways, I need to get to class, see ya."
"Thanks, see you later Jon."
A large number of students began to pass by him. Most faces he recognized, a few he didn't. That's how it always was at the beginning of the school year. Soon, only a few people remained in the hall. Ryck took his time getting to his locker. Most teachers understood that students needed time on the first day to find their lockers, and he intended to take advantage of that for as long as he could.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Aug 31, 2011 22:16:29 GMT -5
Macy brushed her short, blonde hair out of her face and headed toward the nearest set of doors. She glanced at the paper with her locker information on it, and made her way toward her best guess of it's location. She hadn't visited her locker or classes beforehand, but figured she didn't need to because she already knew where pretty much everything was.
Up the stairs, down the hall, take a left, a right, somewhere... Ah ha, at last she found her new locker. She entered the combination and pulled it open. Someone had drawn a heart inside with sharpie, and Macy rolled her eyes. She began to unpack her belongings, including all her notebooks and folders, as well as a mirror and markerboard. After she hung the mirror on the door of her locker, Macy studied her reflection, noting that the faint eyeliner around her pale green eyes was still in tact, and the mascara hadn't smudged. She was fixing her hair when suddenly someone appeared beside her.
"Just can't get enough of yourself, huh?" a familiar, teasing voice said.
"Tiffany! Scare me like that again and you won't want to look at yourself at all!" she laughed. Both girls picked on each other a lot, but that was just their way of being friends.
"So what class do you have first?" Tiffany inquired as Macy pulled out her schedule.
"Chemistry. You?"
"Oh, that sucks. I've got math."
"Oh well," Macy said, picking up her things. "Almost time for class to start, see ya around."
"Later."
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Sept 1, 2011 2:35:18 GMT -5
First period was study hall. A quick check told him that it was the same one he'd been put into for years. Class started with roll call. Mrs. Arnez, the U.S. History teacher called out each student's name, handed them a pamphlet that contained the school's rules, contracts that they had to sign multiple times stating they'd follow the rules, and a paper for a parent or legal guardian to sign. Mrs. Arnez had only began to explain the rules when a tone went over the P.A. system, signaling the start of the morning announcements.
"Good morning Falcons. I'm Mike and it's time for the morning announcements. First off, we would like to welcome you back to class. Today is an A-day, so make sure you're in, or going to, the right class. Our weather report says that we're likely to experience strong winds today, with a 33% chance of a storm..."
Ryck stopped listening after that point. It was one of the same announcers they had last year and the arrogant tone in his voice was already too irritating for him this early in the morning. Instead, he pulled his schedule out from one of the folders in his five subject notebook and looked it over again. His next class was Math with Mr. Hemmerstone, followed by Global History with Mr. Prepper.
Math followed by Global History? Today is starting to shape up a little bit better than I thought
Math was never one of Ryck's best subjects. Frequently he'd turn to his friend Jon, who did poorly in almost every class, for help. History on the other hand was one of his best subjects
The rest of the period passed relatively quickly as many students chatted eagerly about their new schedules, while others merely moaned about them to their friends. When the bell rang the chatter became a roar as everyone left their classes in unison to become part of a river of students.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Sept 4, 2011 1:32:54 GMT -5
Macy walked into the chemistry classroom and took a second to scan the room. Each lab desk sat four people, and many were already filled with the expected groups of friends. On the other side of the room she saw two of her own friends already at a table, and went to join them.
"Macy!" they exclaimed when she set her books down on the desk and pulled out one of the creaky metal stools.
"Hola chicas," she grinned, getting her stuff prepared. Class was just about to begin when one last student entered the room, and took the only available seat, which was next to Macy. It was Jack, a boy she had talked to a few times but didn't know all that well. The teacher began talking and handing out all sorts of papers; the usual first day routine. Macy endured it all until they had a bit of free time at the end of the period to chat. She and her two friends Jolie and Sarah got right into some strange conversation somehow, as always, while Jack looked on with a shocked expression.
"Aw we've frightened him," Sarah giggled good-naturedly.
"Well, Jack, you'd better get used to our randomness," Macy grinned, just as the bell rang. Taking a last glance at her schedule, she saw that she had math with Mr. Hemmerstone now, and she let out a sigh. Macy was anything but a morning person, and she was certainly not looking forward to having to think so much so early.
"See you later!" she called down the hall to Jolie and Sarah as they headed the other way. Turning back toward the math hallway, Macy grudgingly made her way to Mr. Hemmerstone's room.
It wasn't that she was bad at math, quite the opposite actually, she just didn't like it much. Still, school came easily to her and she could do well in classes without much effort. On her way, Macy stopped for a drink at the fountain, then decided to duck into the bathroom to check her appearance. She wasn't normally so vain, but she figured she had extra time, and first impressions were usually pretty important. Not always though, seeing as she and Tiffany had hated each other when the first met, only to become best friends.
Unfortunately for Macy, she had less time to get to class than she had originally thought, and was almost late. She took one of the few remaining seats in Mr. Hemmerstone's class, and found herself in the back corner next to a boy she thought she recognized but hadn't met. She was pretty sure he was in the grade above her, although she wasn't exactly positive.
No sooner had Macy gotten her books away than Mr. Hemmerstone was up front handing out a syllabus and beginning the typical first day lecture. Macy let out a quiet but bored sigh and tried not to get too distracted while looking out the window.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Feb 16, 2012 14:02:50 GMT -5
"So, in closing, we will study the guiding principals of mathematics, lead up into Geometry proper, and study the theorems and proofs of it." droned Mr. Hemmerstone. Ryck had heard of how "passionate" the teacher was, but he sounded as bored as Ryck was as he sat in class. Still, it was better than the other Geometry teacher who practically molested his students, if the rumors were true. More than likely though it was just that the teacher appeared to look down shirts, which wouldn't be a hard thing to accidentally do with how loosely many girls seemed to wear their clothes.
"Now class, I'd like you to form into groups of two and practice the first lesson. Do the even problems on pages 75, 76, and 78. That will start us off well today."
Wait, lesson? What lesson? Was this just something he was now talking about, or had he been giving review? It was a fine way to start a class; confused, and stuck in the corner not knowing any of the younger students.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Feb 26, 2012 21:10:49 GMT -5
When the teacher assigned the lesson, Macy frowned, suppressing a sigh, and looked around. A few students were happily pairing up with friends to complete the assignment, while others were scanning the room for other partner-less classmates. One such unpaired person was the boy next to her. Not knowing the other kids her class very well, she shrugged at him, "I guess we could work together?"
Macy opened the worn old textbook and flipped to page 75, while pulling out her notebook. "I really don't want to do this," she sighed, hating having an assignment on the first day, and feeling a little awkward at working with someone she didn’t know. Although she was social enough around her friends, Macy wasn’t very good at interactions with people she didn’t know very well. Her shy nature tended to keep her quiet unless she needed to say something, and then she didn't always say things just the way they wanted to. Still, she tried to be polite.
"I'm Macy, by the way," she introduced herself while looking at her notebook, not sure if she should ask for the boy's name or wait for him to say it for himself.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Feb 27, 2012 3:06:06 GMT -5
"Ya know, you don't have to do this. There's still a few people who don't have partners." Ryck said, pointing a pen to several unsure students in the room.
"Besides, I can't really help you anyways. So if math isn't your kind of thing, you might want to work with someone else." He waited for her to move, but she just continued flipping through pages. Sighing, Ryck pulled out his own textbook and fumbled through the pages through to page 78.
At least she's not unpleasant to look at thought Ryck, as he looked at her, waiting for her to lift her head up away from the notebook.
"My name is Ryck, spelled with a 'y', not an 'i'. And, sorry to say, this is my second time taking this class. Like I said, I'm not good with math. Writing, history, those are my things. So I guess I'm not good with the "right brain" functions, or whatever it is."
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Post by Fleetwolf on Feb 28, 2012 23:04:39 GMT -5
"Oh, I didn't mean that I don't want to work with you. I just don't feel like doing all these problem sets. And math isn't too hard for me, since it's just remembering what needs to be done and then doing it," she explained, glancing over all the work that required completion. Satisfied that her notebook was prepared, she looked up at her partner as he introduced himself and explained his situation regarding this class.
"Oh, it's too bad that you have to take this class all over again. At least you are prepared for what we're supposed to learn," she offered sympathetically. Having scanned the problems, they seemed like a review of last year, with a few new concepts that the students were supposed to figure out on their own. "And by the way," she added, "the right brain is for art, colors, and imagination. The left brain handles both language and math, but they are distinct parts..." she trailed off when she realized she was on the verge of giving a science lecture.
"Anyway," she changed the course of the topic, "we should get started on these." She indicated the problems in front of her while taking one last look at Ryck before turning to copy down the first problem.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Feb 29, 2012 1:11:49 GMT -5
"Huh, well least someone knows what I'm talking about at least. Interestingly enough, I'm fairly good at language. Math though, ugh." He replied while pulling out an old worn notebook.
Opening it revealed long streams of notes filled out with multiple colors. In the margins were smaller, scarcely readable, notes explaining certain step functions. After flipping through several pages, Ryck stopped and pointed at several math problems before glancing at the book.
"Huh," he began after looking between the textbook and notebook several times. "These are the exact same problems I did last year. Weird, I had Mr. Zanat last year too. Guess they shared teacher's notes or something." He then pushed the notebook over to Macy. "If I remember correctly, last year he just had us do these as practice. I'm not sure if they're right or not."
He scanned over the pages, looking for any marks to indicate if they were right or not. Not finding any, he began to check through his work. He looked up at Macy several times, trying to spy any signs of disapproval, or even praise, that she might indicate with her eyes. Not finding any, he sighed and stared at his paper, waiting for her judgement.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Mar 4, 2012 12:26:32 GMT -5
Macy looked at Ryck's notebook, then back at the book, and nodded. "Yeah, they are the same problems, but I don't know yet if they're right or not." She wrote the first problem from the book and solved it easily; it was one of the easier review problems from last year. She compared her answer to Ryck's and they were the same. "Well, I guess we can assume that one is right," she said before moving on to the next problem. She didn't want to copy his answers, but checking them against hers seemed alright.
"So, what do you like to do when you're not trapped in this place?" she inquired in between problems. She didn't want awkward silences, and Ryck seemed pleasant enough to have a conversation with. She also was genuinely curious if he did anything interesting outside of school.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Mar 5, 2012 14:30:22 GMT -5
"Murder, arson. I pulled a bank robbery once, but they used numbers on me and I wound up giving them money." Replied Ryck with an absolutely straight face. He flipped the notebook page over to the next set and began scanning through his old problems.
"That aside, I do a myriad of things. It's 'bout whatever strikes my fancy really. Sometimes reading, sometimes I play different games. Once in awhile I sleep. There isn't a whole lot else to it."
He sighed, shoved the notebook towards Macy, and rested his head on his arms. "What about you? Ballroom dancing perhaps? Stargazing? Classical poetry?" He asked, his tone hinting at boredom.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Mar 6, 2012 18:27:28 GMT -5
At first Macy expected a straightforward answer, and it took a second to register his sarcasm, despite the serious delivery of the line. She gave half of a quiet chuckle, going on to the next problem on the page. When Ryck explained what Macy suspected to be what he actually did, she considered how it was fairly similar to what she usually occupied herself with, albeit a tad less interesting to hear. Perhaps it was the inflection in his voice that made it so.
"What about you?" he asked after pushing the notebook her way. "Ballroom dancing perhaps? Stargazing? Classical poetry?" he suggested with a lack of interest displayed in his voice and in his posture. Macy flicked her eyes up in a partial eye-roll, continuing the math while she answered.
"Actually, while I do stargaze sometimes, I definitely don't do those other things. I am known to write my own poetry, or write a few bits of other things, but I'm much more likely to read interesting novels. That and either play video games or computer games, or spend time outside."
What Macy liked to do in her free time was largely variable, especially on the weather. The weather also seemed to influence her mood, and she found herself nearly incapable of being either inside or unhappy on a nice sunny day. It didn't matter if she merely moved outside to read, she just needed to breathe in the fresh air, feel the sunshine on her skin, and let the breeze dance through her hair. In her opinion, winters were too long here; any good day must be taken full advantage of.
Thinking of this she glanced up at the window, her eyes taking in the summer-like atmosphere that still clung to the village on this early September day. She sighed, feeling bored and trapped indoors, and went back to her work.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Apr 24, 2012 23:06:39 GMT -5
Klaxons suddenly wailed, causing Ryck to jump from his seat. In the hallway outside of the class lights flashed repeatedly. Several students seemed just as surprised as Ryck.
"A drill, this early and on the first day?" asked someone in the front row whom Ryck didn't recognize.
"I don't remember one being scheduled today... well what are you waiting for?!" began Mr.. Hemmerstone. "Get going!"
Several students had already began heading outside into the hall, but it took their teacher's order to get most people up and going. Ryck chose to wait until the end by holding the door for the rest of the class. A few muttered a brief thanks, while others glanced towards the lockers that filled the other end of the hall, the question of whether or not to make a break for their stuff filling their eyes. No one dared to go though, it was a lot more than a detention that you could get for sticking behind during a fire drill, and if the fire was real then there was the real chance that neither the i-pod or it's owner would survive.
As they descended down the stairs, starting at the third floor, more students filled the stairwell. At the bottom, two teachers held the doors open, allowing students to join the already growing group on the track and football fields. Their faces said it all; this was no fire drill.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Jun 10, 2012 23:23:53 GMT -5
Macy was startled by the sudden noise that disrupted her concentration, but when she recognized the familiar signs of the fire drill she was actually glad for the distraction. This assignment was boring, and it was a great excuse to get out of class and go outside. She didn't immediately get up- she preferred being toward the end of the line for some reason- but followed her classmates out as Ryck held the door.
While following all the other classes down the hallway and all the way down the three flights of stairs, she thought about how dangerous this would be if there was a real and imminent danger. Whenever there was any kind of drill Macy would judge the evacuation or safety procedures and contemplate whether or not they would actually be effective. In this scenario, given the large number of students that needed evacuating, this was probably about as good as it could get aside from everyone actually hurrying rather than strolling placidly out. Everyone moved much faster at the end of the day when getting home was on their minds, so she knew they could.
Macy wasn't entirely paying attention as she followed the girl in front of her out to the football field, so she almost bumped into her when the line stopped moving. Macy had been more interested in looking at the trees, the sky, the crow overhead and the pigeon on the telephone line. When everyone turned to face the school again, as was per usual in preparation to re-enter the school, Macy realized Ryck had been behind her. When she saw several of the teachers standing together talking quickly with concerned and confused expressions, she couldn't help but ask him, "What do you think is going on?"
Macy knew Ryck didn't know any more than she did, but maybe he'd been paying better attention. Although she'd just met him, at least he was one person in the class she'd actually had a real conversation with. He seemed alright, although she expected some sort of smart or sarcastic remark in response to her question.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Sept 4, 2012 6:25:07 GMT -5
"I don't know, probably just a prank." he replied.
"No talking!" commanded a rotund man he recognized as an art teacher.
They stood, single file for a few minutes, their teachers calling out names, desperately trying to make sure that all their students had made it out. Once they finished the students began to mill about, hushed voices filling the field despite the demands of teachers, the art teacher even demanding to give students detention.
"Dude, they're saying the kitchen caught on fire." said Jon, suddenly appearing from the crowd. "Better fucking not, lunch will be canceled.
"Cafeteria crud again, man? You already know why the kitchen caught on fire; they tried cooking."
"Dude, they have good food here!"
" 'Dude', we don't even know it was on fire," he said, mockery filling his voice."
"That's enough! I've given enough warnings!" The rotund art teacher had reappeared, his eyes bulging at Jon and Ryck. He opened his mouth to demand their names when the fire truck appeared, it's siren blaring and drowning him out, even causing him to look away from them.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Oct 1, 2012 22:54:00 GMT -5
Macy stood quietly when some friend of Ryck's appeared to talk to him, listening to the conversation while looking around for any of her own friends. She glimpsed Sarah for a moment before Mr. Wells, the rather strict and fairly plump art teacher, rounded on Ryck and his friend for talking. But the two boys were saved by the rapidly approaching screech of a siren, moments before the great red firetruck emitting the blast roared past where the students were waiting and around to the other side of the school. Macy couldn't quite see what was happening on the other side of the building's corner, but she didn't have long to look anyway before the teachers all received the order to get the students farther away from the building and evacuated to a safer location.
Herded like cattle, the pupils squished and squeezed past each other down the sidewalk toward the neighboring elementary school. Macy stayed quiet and solemnly followed the rest of her classmates into the building, after which they were led into the gymnasium to wait for a decision for further action to processed by the administrators.
"Geez, big emergency on the first day! What a dumb time for one, we don't even get to miss them teaching us stuff!" said Tiffany as she walked over to where Macy had ended up standing. The two sat down against the cushioned wall, watching as the gym quickly filled with all the students from the high school. Macy wondered if their other friends would find them, or if they'd have to go looking.
"I wonder what happened," she mused.
"I dunno, but I heard something about some stupid prank," Tiffany replied.
"Huh, I heard a rumor about the kitchen catching on fire or something."
Tiffany looked a bit surprised when she heard this, "Wow. Well, that sucks. I wonder how long we'll be stuck here. I'm already bored."
"Yeah, I know. I wish I'd brought a notebook so I could at least doodle or something," Macy sighed, trying to look out one of the tiny windows at the very top of the gymnasium's tall, solid walls. All she could see was a tiny patch of sky.
"So, you wanna go find Sarah and them?" Tiffany asked after a moment.
"Sure."
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Oct 4, 2012 0:28:34 GMT -5
They didn't even pause to murmur something. Before the art teacher could turn back around, Jon and Ryck had bolted in different directions. The choice had been a simple one, both of them would have been in much more trouble than a regular student. Jon was big; tall and wide. Any bit of trouble he was ever in for was usually scaled up to match his size, be it a miss kicked ball in gym that hit someone in the head, or a low grade in class (the second one generally forming the trouble).
As for Ryck, the school had been about as kind to him. Being a quiet student who generally didn't socialize with others, teachers tended to be suspicious of him just on principal. In either case, while neither of them would be accused of starting the fire, they'd both at least be up for a session of In School Suspension, as opposed to regular after school detention.
Ryck wandered a bit, peering back through the crowd he noticed the teacher to be rather red-faced and now chewing out a group of young girls for one reason or another. It gave him a small note of satisfaction that he and Jon had both escaped the teacher.
That note ended abruptly as he collided with another student and the pair of them hit the ground. "Sorry", he muttered as looked up and recognized the person.
"Oh, Macy. Fancy bumping into you..."
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Post by Fleetwolf on Oct 5, 2012 11:04:02 GMT -5
Macy had been weaving her way through the throngs of students behind Tiffany, looking for the rest of their friends, when suddenly something, or rather someone, crashed into her side. She was knocked off balance and ended up falling down, first feeling surprised before a mixture of irritation and embarrassment set in. She heard the other person mumble "Sorry," and as she looked over she recognized Ryck. "Oh, Macy. Fancy bumping into you..." he added when he saw who he had knocked over.
"Oh, hey," Macy replied, getting to her feet and dusting herself off. "Yeah, maybe next time you plan on 'bumping' into someone, don't take it quite so literally. Hehe. What's got you in such a rush anyway? Afraid Mr. Wells is going to chase you down?"
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Dec 29, 2012 11:30:19 GMT -5
"Yeah, you know how it is. Students will be students and fat pricks will try to give detention." Ryck gave a quick look back, then positioned Macy between himself and Mr. Wells.
"You said his name was Wells, right? He and I have had run ins before, so I'd rather not continue this one, ya know?"
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Post by Fleetwolf on May 12, 2013 18:48:39 GMT -5
Macy glanced over to Mr. Wells and nodded. The irritable teacher had finished chewing out the girls he'd been yelling at and was now stalking across the room. He didn't seem to be on his way over here, at least.
"So what did you ever do to get him so ticked at you? I mean, besides today, did you ever do anything to him?" Macy wondered, although she was curious as to how Ryck could have made an enemy out of a teacher whose name he hadn't even known. Mr. Wells, it seemed, just was that way.
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