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Post by SETH MATTHEW GELLAR on Dec 13, 2012 11:00:10 GMT -5
Seth was running late again, as usual. He'd dropped off his siblings at school and made it through the front doors of Rosewood High just as the first bell rang. "Shit" he said under his breath as he took off in a sprint towards his locker. He had five minutes exactly to get to his locker and to his first class. If he was late to class he'd get another note sent home and his parents would literally kill him this time. He shouldn't have stopped for that chicken biscuit. He skidded around some people in the hallway and quickly stopped at his locker, pulling his backpack around front to swap out some notebooks and text books. He could not believe this made it TWICE this week that he'd been late and rushed for time. He slammed the door closed, glancing at the digital school clock in the hallway, two minutes to get to class.
He swung his bag back around on his shoulders and started off towards class. He waved to a few friends but didn't stop to talk, they were about to be in a hurry to get to class too. He came into the door just as the bell sounded. Home room. He was in Mr. Trent's home room. Oliver Trent was his neighbor and friend, as well as a teacher he had later in the day as well. He gave a small smile and wave as he took his seat next to his best friend, Bridget. "Hey" he said to her, smiling again and chuckling at his being late. He knew Bridget would have something to say to him about it, again. |
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Post by BRIDGET PAIGE MOORE on Jan 5, 2013 20:31:09 GMT -5
Bridget cared a great deal about her education. As such, she made it a point to be punctual for every class, and she only missed school if she was deathly ill. She was not, in fact, deathly ill today, and so she'd been sitting in her seat for quite some time. It might have been uncomfortable had it not been for the fact that she knew their homeroom teacher on a more personal level. Mr. Trent had married Bridget's cousin, and so the two were technically family. They didn't know one another terribly well, as Oliver and Lucy had moved away soon after their marriage, but they certainly got along well enough, so Bridget had passed the long minutes before the bell talking with him about his son, Mikey.
Once other students started to file in, though, she let the conversation fade away. There was no need to bring Oliver's private life into his professional life. Instead, she occupied her time by staring at the seat beside her. Technically, there weren't assigned seats in homeroom, but by some unspoken rule, everyone took the same seat each day. Her best friend, Seth, always took the chair beside her. As of yet, he wasn't there. Bridget knew as well as he did that if Seth was late again, he'd be in for a world of trouble at home, and she really didn't want to see that happen to him. Besides, if he had any hope of getting into college or even getting a higher paying job than what his family could offer him, he needed to stop getting into trouble.
She'd very nearly assumed he wasn't coming to school that day when Seth finally slipped into the seat beside her, offering her a smile and greeting her casually. Bridget fought the urge to smile, doing her best to keep a serious look on her face. "Your parents are going to kill you," she hissed at him. "Seriously! Do you try to show up late every day?" Shaking her head she turned away from him, very quietly adding that she'd been worried about him. Silly as it was, Bridget couldn't help but worry whenever Seth was late. Granted it was a fairly regular occurrence, but she didn't have to be entirely logical all the time, and there were any number of horrible things that could have happened to him before he got to school.
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