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Musing
Oct 3, 2006 19:07:54 GMT
Post by Amy Edwards on Oct 3, 2006 19:07:54 GMT
Amy was in the Gymnasium practising some ballet moves. She had just had an hour long lesson, but the teacher had gone early due to her kid being ill. Amy didn't mind. She liked dancing alone, and plus it meant she didn't have to go home and face her aunt.
She was mad again because Amy had left the back door open all night on accident. It wasn't her fault; she had forgotten. She knew it was wrong but her aunt surely didn't have to react by grounding her?
It's not like she cares if anything happened to me anyway, she thought.
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Musing
Oct 7, 2006 5:49:54 GMT
Post by Jackson Davis on Oct 7, 2006 5:49:54 GMT
Jackson was suppossed to be in...er...what was it again...umm...his math class or something. He really couldn't say he paid that much attention to what class he was in, or if he was actually in a class. Thanks to the food in the cafeteria, Jackson 'happened to suffer' from a bad stomach flu, and was excused to the nurse's office. As soon as he stepped out of the classroom however, he made a full recovery, feeling as perfect as ever. How strange. Instead of returning to the classroom, and letting the teacher know of the miracle that had just occured, he decided against it, thinking that the shock might be too much for her. Yeah, that was it. So, with an hour to burn, he went straight to his locker, and grabbed a basketball. Heading to the gym, he was ready to shoot around, to blow off math. Its amazing how many get-out-of-class schemes Jackson had pulled so far this year, and still hadn't gotten caught. Reaching the gym, he entered, pounding the ball on the floor, dashing for a quick and easy layup. Only upon retrieving the ball, did he notice someone else in the gym, doing.....ballet? Oh well, to each their own. Looking at the girl a little more closer, he realized, she was pretty hot. Eh, worth a shot, worth giving up an hour of basketball. "Hey there sexy," Jackson asked with a smirk, his basketball tucked under his arm as he checked her out. "What's shakin?"
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Oct 7, 2006 12:44:11 GMT
Post by Amy Edwards on Oct 7, 2006 12:44:11 GMT
Amy stopped dancing and she almost jumped when she saw that somone else was there. He looked kinda cute, and he was holding a basketball. She smiled at him and raised an eyebrow. "What's shakin?" she repeated with amusment. "So is that how the boys around here say hi?"
So far she had met a few and found most to be big-headed or rude. She hoped this one wasn't since she was bored and wouldn't mind somone to talk to. "Who are you?"
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Oct 7, 2006 15:17:52 GMT
Post by Jackson Davis on Oct 7, 2006 15:17:52 GMT
Jackson smiled at the almost shocked look on the girl's face, as she jumped. At her first words, Jackson replied with a simple shrug, and another smile. "Eh, not everybody. I guess I'm just special."
Jackson dropped his basketball, and sat down on it, using it as a seat. "Jackson Davis. What about you? What's your story?" He asked, looking at the girl with mild interest.
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Oct 7, 2006 16:38:19 GMT
Post by Amy Edwards on Oct 7, 2006 16:38:19 GMT
Amy watched as the boy sat down and then joined him. He was using his basketball and she used her jacket- she ignored the cold. "Well, hello, Jack Davis," she smiled nicely. "I'm Amy Edwards. I've just moved here."
In responce to his last question she shrugged and looked down at her hands. She picked at a hangnail nervously. "My story? Nah- it's too long and boring. You wouldn't be intrested," she added quickly. She wasn't ready to start talkign about it since it upset her. She looked up at him with her hazel eyes. "So-Er- On the basketball team?"
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