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Post by graham on Dec 4, 2012 23:54:57 GMT -5
It was one of those days where Graham just wanted to be left alone. The eighteen year old boy wasn't sure why, but he did have a crap ton of homework to work on though; AP physics homework, AP calculus, and all of the other classes as well. He walked out of his last class for the day, put his hands in his jean pockets, and went out to one of the multiple gardens on the school grounds. He shooed a few freshman away from the spot that he claimed as his and sat down. The three freshmen acted as if they were all big and bad and were large and in charge, but with his persuasion techniques, well, he eventually got them to leave. He sat down underneath the tree and got out his Physics book to start out with, since it would probably take the longest to do the work for.
He checked the time on his phone for what seemed like an hour, however, it had only been five minutes. Graham honestly did not mind ever doing his science or math homework, but AP Physics was that of a different story. AP Physics was the one class that would probably end up being the death of him by the end of the year. He loved the teacher, he really did, just some of the stuff in that class were actually quite difficult for him to learn. It was weird. The intelligent boy usually never had trouble with concepts, but his teacher had seen him struggling and had told him that everyone had trouble with this class. Well, he wasn't everyone. He was Graham Parker and he was not going to give up that easily. He quickly texted his sister that he would have to push back the dinner by an hour to work on homework, but he would for sure still have dinner with her later tonight and got right back to work.
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Post by MELODY JAQULINE SMITH on Dec 5, 2012 0:27:35 GMT -5
Today, Melody was rocking a sort of cowboy chic, which was much more acceptable that just cowboy. She wasn't from the south anyway, but she could appreciate some knits, boots and desert colors. It served her well as the temperature dropped during the day. It wasn't too cold in georgia at this time of year, but they were getting there. Melody liked cold weather, she loved winter accessories.
She packed up her things after her last class and trudged outside. She had a mountain of history reading to do, but she'd yet to go to the gym today. As a tennis player, one who could make the olympic team, or at least get to a major, staying in shape was everything. Melody knew that she couldn't hold her tennis place though if her grades dropped. Maybe she could read and use a stationary bike...
Her shoes clicked on the cobblestones as she cut through the garden to get to the gym. On her way, she nearly tripped over a classmate. She knew his face, a senior probably... Not a jock by the looks of him. "Sorry."
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Post by graham on Dec 5, 2012 16:13:55 GMT -5
He was actually getting into it pretty well now. Apparently he just needed about twenty minutes to actually get into it. Being one of the top ten in the school, he shouldn't of had this much trouble getting into homework, non the less a subject that he was probably going to major in for his college years. Suddenly, something was thrown at him. He looked and saw a piece of paper wadded up into ball. He looked around and just saw people passing him by. He opened up the piece of paper. "Idiots," his Irish accent super present.
Nerd. Gay. Dork. Loser.
He rolled his eyes, tore up the piece of paper, and stuck the pieces in his backpack. He always got little notes like that. He just thought people jealous of him and his intellegence, well, that's what he hoped it was at least. Okay, the realist in him knew that it was not at all the reason, but he just continued on with his studying. However, he was interrupted once again by someone almost tripping over his legs. Okay, so he felt a little bad. He got up before she had said anything, "No, no. It's my fault for stretching my legs out." He looked down at his pile of shit and kicked it to the side, "You're okay, right?" He hoped that she was fine. Like, she didn't trip or anything so he wasn't sure why she wouldn't be.
He kind of recognized the girl. "You're on the uh, tennis team? Right?" He didn't pay much attention to sports at all. "The name is Graham, by the way." He figured he might as well introduce himself. He wasn't sure if she would stay for much longer, for she looked like she was on a mission, well, had things to do rather.
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Post by MELODY JAQULINE SMITH on Dec 5, 2012 16:35:26 GMT -5
Melody gave a little wave of her hand to show him it was no big deal. Most people thought she was a bitch, but that wasn't really true. She was competitive and a bit of a queen bee, but she wasn't mean for the sake of it. "It's fine, I should watch my step. Just thinking." She said. Him asking if she was okay was sweet and she laughed. "I'm fine."
"Yeah, I'm on the tennis team," Melody said. Tennis was a personal sprot of course, but team sounded much better than club. "Melody....I think we had english together last year." She said as she looked at him. He seemed familiar, and it wouldn't really be unusual. It was a big school, but not that big.
Melody had places to be but she hated to forget a face, especially if they might vote for her being prom queen or something. He looked like he didn't get much attention, which was funny given his accent. Boys with accents were usually quite popular.
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