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Post by Wes Tortora on Oct 16, 2008 21:45:05 GMT -6
Finally, Wes thought as he slid smoothly into the plastic chair, something I'll really enjoy. Art was his favorite subject. At his old school, he was known for his artwork. It wasn't like he was a geek or anything, but he just enjoyed it. It felt good to bleed out his thoughts on paper.
The classroom was pretty full. No, packed. More packed than his other classes. The school must've had a pretty good art teacher. There was no writing on the board, and nothing at all to signify there even was a class, except for the packed room.
Wes took a look around. The room contained exactly what most art rooms contained, painting, sculptures, drawings, etc, etc. None stood out exactly. He had seen them all before. The room had those stupid flourescent rectangular shaped lights, which every five seconds would let out an annoying buzz. Yes, it was distracting. Very distracting.
He saw a few familiar faces. There weren't many, since he was a junior, not a freshman or sophomore. Some of the girls here were pretty, but he didn't know them. And he wasn't just going to go up to one: they'd think he was some sort of sick pervert or something, which he wasn't.
In this class, maybe he'd meet someone that could actually be a friend. Friends first, then he could work his way up.
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Post by Brooke Shields on Oct 16, 2008 22:09:51 GMT -6
Brooke walked into the art class, searching for an empty seat. "Jeez this place is packed," she thought. She found a seat that was next to a hot guy who was in her English class. He had seemed pretty nice, so she decided to sit next to him. "Who knows, maybe we can be friends?"
Brooke sat down and hung her backpack over her chair. She didn't get out anything, there was nothing on the board. She turned to the guy next to her.
"Hey, I'm Brooke. Who are you?" she asked him.
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Post by Wes Tortora on Oct 19, 2008 12:10:02 GMT -6
Wes instantly recognized the girl from his English class. The one the other girls called, "Halloween Town". Now that he could see her face, he was able to tell that she was kind of pretty. Well, really pretty. Even if she was wearing all black.
"I'm Wes." When she didn't say anything, he said, "Uh, you were in my English class this morning. Are you a junior?"
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Post by Brooke Shields on Oct 19, 2008 12:19:59 GMT -6
Brooke was beaming. This guy was actually talking to her, and being nice. "Actually I'm a sophomore, and I'm guessing you're a junior. Right?" She waited for him to reply. Life was actually going pretty well now, considering that she didn't see anyone else who had really bothered her in this class.
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Post by Alexia Paige on Oct 24, 2008 15:51:56 GMT -6
Alexia stepped smoothly through the door to the art room. She took a look around and was instantly embarrased. There was waaay to many people here. She had always loved art and was really actually good at it, but she always hid the fact, seeing as she didn't think that popular people were into art. She also got picked on at her old school for liking it so much since the teacher there was...well, a bitch. Alexia didn't like the teacher either, but art was amazing. Those people stopped after she told them off anyhow.
Alexia looked around for a seat. 'Urrrhg' she thought to herself. 'This room is like HUGE, and there's only like two spots left'. Alexia sighed and made her way to a seat as gracefully as she could with all of the people messing around. She had to admit that not too many of them looked like the 'art' type, but neither did Alexia herself. She sat down next to some unknown boy and rolled her eyes. She looked around the room for someone she knew. Alexia knew that she could most likely tempt the person sitting by them to move, and bam, art would be perfect. Sadly though she didn't see anyone, so she took out her cell and replied to a couple texts. She snapped her phone shut and looked down about two desks from her and laughed. There was some girl flirting with this guy. Alexia thought it was funny since that girl just happened to be the person that she heard Chloe and Alexia's own roomate had made fun of. Might as well help the poor girl out, it was waaay to obvious that she was over-eagarly into him. Alexia pushed her way through some other desks and slid hers by them. "Heyy, aren't you that...erm..that girl that everyone hates?" Alexia couldn't help but chuckle to herself, but she also hoped she didn't sound cold as ice.
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Post by Wes Tortora on Oct 25, 2008 15:00:42 GMT -6
Wes looked at the newcomer with no recognition of her. The girl seemed okay, since what she said had would have been rude but she had said it in a jokingly manner.
"Yeah, I am," he said, responding to Brooke. He turned his head to the new girl.
"Hey, I'm Wes. You are?"
The girl looked like she was artistic. Wes had a way of telling what someone did and what someone was good at by looking at them. She carried herself gracefully, unlike some of the slouches this class had. She was clean and neat, and didn't have make-up caked onto her face, (unlike most of the other popular girls). All in all, she could probably be someone good to talk to about art.
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Post by Alexia Paige on Oct 26, 2008 13:39:12 GMT -6
Alexia was smiling at the girl when she heard a voice that directed her attention elswhere. She turned smoothly in her chair and looked at the boy and smiled softly. "Hey, I'm Alexia...nice to meet ya." She brushed a strand of hair away from her face and looked down at her perfectly done nails, then back to the boy. "Room is pretty packed for a art class don't you think? I usually like to work in a smaller enviroment." Alexia grabbed her drawing book out of her bag and set it on her desk with a freshly sharpened pencil. She looked down at it and felt embarrased again. She never was unless it had to do with her talents. The only talents Alexia really ever displayed was the ability to do almost anything with grace, and to be able to get any guy whom she desired, and even she herself wouldn't always classify the last one as a talent.
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Post by Brooke Shields on Oct 26, 2008 22:25:37 GMT -6
Brooke looked at the newcomer suspicously. She wasn't sure if she was being mean or not. The girl wasn't being ouright mean she thought, so Brooke decided to be nice. "Yeah, that's me, but you can call me Brooke." She kind of ignored Wes and Alexia for the moment, and digged out her sketchbook from her back pack. Flipping through the pages she finally found a sheet that wasn't used. Turning back to the two class mates she heard the last of the girls words. "Yeah, I guess," Brooke said.
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Post by Alexia Paige on Oct 28, 2008 15:05:32 GMT -6
"Nice to meet you Brooke...is this your first year here at Wesfiled? It's mine...ugh"
The end of Alexia's sentence turned quickly sour when she remember how her parents just dumped it on her that she was coming here after her freshman year at home. It mad her so mad then, and every time it was brought up the fire re-ignited. 'I mean, couldn't they have sent me BEFORE freshman year? Not too mention, why'd I even have to come here in the first place?" Alexia noticed how worked up she was getting, and with a flick of her hair she was back to her perfectly composed self. She studied Brooke closely. Her hair was actually nice, and she had really great skin, but her choice of clothing could be better, to say the least. Alexia could instantly see why she was so picked on. Maybe she would let her do a makeover sometime.
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Post by Brooke Shields on Nov 3, 2008 18:57:47 GMT -6
"Yeah, its my first year too, and I totally agree with you. I miss all of my friends, and everyone's so different here..." her words trailed off there. Brooke admired Alexia, and decided that she could be friends with her. Seriously, the girl had an interesting style, and she immediately changed her mood when she realized she was getting a little worked up, which was understandable. "So, how do you like this place so far, besides it being a new school and all." She smiled at her.
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Post by Alexia Paige on Nov 4, 2008 15:35:01 GMT -6
"I like it well enough, I mean...It's just like any other school I suppose. What about you?" Alexia fiddled with her pencil, then dug into her purse for her nail file. Upon finding it she filed down a longer nail to the appropriate length and studied her nails, pretty blue, just like her eyes. Alexia put away her file and dug out her I-pod. Sticking one bud in and turning it on she waited for a reply.
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Post by Brooke Shields on Nov 11, 2008 22:37:02 GMT -6
"It sucks compared to my other school. I mean at my other school I was pretty popular, but no one seems to like me here." Brooke sighed and rested her head on her hand. With her other free hand she began doodling, drawing a female warrior, which if she asked anyone, they would say that it was good. She continued drawing waiting for Alexia to reply.
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Post by Wes Tortora on Nov 20, 2008 20:02:40 GMT -6
Brooke and Alexia seemed caught up in their own discussion, so Wes just sat back in his chair and listened. He crossed and uncrossed his arms a couple of times, bored. When would the teacher get there? He took out his sketchbook, and looked through his drawings. The one thing he liked to draw the most was the heart in hand, although it wasn't the ugly gross actual organ heart, it was the love heart. His mother had been a big fan of it, and he planned on getting a tattoo of it on his arm as soon as he could convince his aunt, Lissa, to allow him to get it. She was against any abnormal body peircings or variations, which was weird. She didn't even have her ears pierced.
There was more conversation coming from around the room, but Wes didn't join in. A lot of the other students were a little anxious too, why wasn't the class starting already. Uneasiness creeped through the packed room, reminded Wes that the instruction would probably be minimum. But he was prepared for anything.
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