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Post by victor shane simmons on May 22, 2009 16:55:46 GMT -5
 I’m a bad boy ‘cause I don’t even miss her
I’m a bad boy for breakin’ her heart
Shane cursed as he realized he was going to be late for detention. He had gotten trouble earlier in the day and to make matters worse, he had mouthed of to the teacher that had caught him breaking some minor school rules and they had given him detention. Which sucked. He sped to the detention room, knocking into someone on the way, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about detention either, but he knew that if he missed it, the school would call his parents again, and he couldn’t have them thinking something was up when they didn’t pick up because they were working late. He saw the room come into view and slowed down a bit, catching his breath after the impromptu run. He shouldered his bag as he walked inside, handing his slip tot eh teacher at the desk.
There weren’t that many people in the room. Only two more students who had managed to get themselves detention today. He vaguely recognized both of them, he had probably run into them in the hall or something. He took his seat a little ways away from them, already planning what he was going to do as he sat down in the desk chair. He tossed his bag on the floor and balled his jacket up in a make shift pillow. A soon as his head touched it, he heard the teacher’s voice ring out. “No sleeping Mr. Simmons, you know that.” Shane rolled his eyes and sat back up, grumbling under his breath.
“Better than just sitting here staring at your bald spot, sir,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear him. The teacher didn’t even flinch at the caustic remark. “That may be true, but this is detention, not nap time,” he said and Shane tolled his eyes again before shifting in his seat to stare at the other students in the room. “What are you in for?” he called out on a whim. He wondered if either of them had done anything juicy. Maybe he could start a new rumor! He hoped so, the gossip lines had been a little dry for a while, which did not make him happy. He was almost ready to go start causing trouble himself, but then he remembered that that was pathetic.
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Post by andrew arlan on May 24, 2009 9:26:54 GMT -5
Drew wasn't quite sure why he was in detention. The bell had rung, so he hurried into his classroom to find that everyone had already gotten there. Weird. He looked to his teacher for explanation, but she had simply asked him his name, then gave him a slip to go to detention. Apparently, he was late. Drew remembered scoffing at this, and then getting the evil eye from his new History teacher. The lesson had went on, but Drew hadn't paid attention- he simply stared at the pink slip he held.
And now he was in the fatal room. As it turned out, detention wasn't that bad. Basically, you sit there and do nothing. He had an infinite amount of time to daydream and reflect on the day's events... he was going to think about ways to get back at Miss Marne... he was asleep.
He was woken by the sound of the bald prison-guard scolding, "No sleeping Mr. Simmons, you know that." He flashed his head up, despite the fact that he had gotten his name wrong. He stared at the ma with curiosity. Simmons was nowhere close to Arlan, and he hadn't told him his name anyway. His insecurities were calmed, however, when he discovered a black-haired boy sitting in the seat next to him. “Better than just sitting here staring at your bald spot, sir." He said. Drew found himself chuckling. It wasn't that funny of a joke, but it was the best he could hope for in Detention (the word accompanied by Phantom of the Opera-esque scary piano music).
“That may be true, but this is detention, not nap time.” Mister Mister retorted. This made Drew laugh a bit more. Was a teacher getting into an argument with a student? That kind of thing rarely happened. He was no longer tired- instead, he was engrossed in the conversation. Unfortunately, it seemed to end. Drew sighed, and snuck a book out of his backpack. Stephen King's Carrie. He was about to open it when the kid asked, “What are you in for?”
Drew regretfully stuffed the book back to its original hiding place (no, he hadn't robbed it from Barnes and Noble, what kind of person would do that? Okay, yes he did) and turned to face the boy. He had seen him in a class of his or two. While he wasn't particularly interested in making conversation, it would serve as entertainment for the time being. "Murder." He answered. "You?" NOTES: Hi! STATUS: Complete WORDS: 434 |
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Post by victor shane simmons on May 24, 2009 17:29:15 GMT -5
I’m a bad boy ‘cause I don’t even miss her
I’m a bad boy for breakin’ her heart
Shane raised an eyebrow at the other boy’s answer. He hadn’t been expecting that; he had been expecting something along the lines of ‘I forgot to do my homework’ or ‘I skipped class’, something tame. Of course, he knew the blond was joking. If he actually had committed murder, Shane doubted he would be sent to detention of all places. More like prison. Plus, with a face like that, he doubted he’d be even able to hit anyone, let alone murder them. “Ha, you’re funny,” he said, a small grin on his face. He sat up a little in his desk, folding his arms over his chest.
“I would retort with something funny, but I’m not in the mood,” he added after a moment. “I was caught fighting and when the teachers came to break it up, I decided to be a little mouthy,” he told him. He didn’t even remember why he had been fighting. All he knew was that at one point, he had just been walking down the hall, and the next, he was on top of some guy, beating the crap out of him. Shane would be lying if he said it hadn’t thrilled him. There was no better feeling than having someone’s blood on your hands. “Got two weeks detention and a mark on the ol’ permanent record.” He sounded almost proud of himself, maybe because he knew his parents wouldn’t notice.
“So, what’s your name kid?” he asked. Even though the other boy could very well be in the same grade as him, he looked like he just popped from the elementary school. Shane wondered if he used that to his advantage. Maybe he tricked people into thinking he was harmless just to go around and mess with their heads, maybe thieve a little or take advantage of them. If he did, Shane would be impressed…and watchful. The last thing he needed was some upstart with delusions of grandeur.
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Post by andrew arlan on May 25, 2009 12:50:55 GMT -5
If Drew had any common sense, he might have regretted saying the murder joke. He could have wondered if the kid would actually believe it, and get scared. While that would be funny, it bugged him when people misunderstood his jokes. He believed that people losing their sense of humor would eventually lead to the downfall of society. While he had no evidence to support this, it was what he thought all the same. However, Drew lacked common sense, and instead assumed that the kid would get his joke, laugh it off, and maybe ignore him for the rest of Detention (or would he talk to him? That'd be a shocker). Fortunately, Shane Simmons was no idiot. He grinned and said, “Ha, you’re funny." Drew wasn't sure if this was sarcastic, but he smirked back all the same. "I always am." He said.
“I would retort with something funny, but I’m not in the mood,” Shane dismissed. “I was caught fighting and when the teachers came to break it up, I decided to be a little mouthy.”
As it was said before, Drew had a lack of common sense, so instead of maybe backing off after finding out Shane was violent, he wondered if the rest of the kids were the same. One slap-happy kid was okay, but he would have a problem in this school if fights were the norm. Drew despised violence- he was kind of a hippie. Because of this, he didn't want to piss off the kid sitting across from him, so he said, "Wow, is that all?" He was only being half-sarcastic, because he didn't know if it actually was all. He had, after all, talked back to a teacher as soon as he'd entered the room.
“So, what’s your name, kid?” Shane asked.
Drew had to keep himself from laughing at the new nickname of 'kid.' Although he knew he looked a bit young for his age, he had never really been spoken down to before... not by someone in his own grade or age group, at least. Frankly, the thought of Shane not seeing him as his equal amused him. He doubted he knew that he was sixteen, probably assuming he was a freshman. It was okay, it happened all the time.
"I'm Drew. Who're you?" He responded. WORDS: 395 |
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Post by victor shane simmons on May 26, 2009 0:00:54 GMT -5
I’m a bad boy ‘cause I don’t even miss her
I’m a bad boy for breakin’ her heart
Drew, what a straight laced name. Shane smirked a little at the answer, reaching up to adjust his head band before he replied, “Shane.” Now that he had a name to match the face, Shane was quite positive that he had never seen the kid around Bellview before. He thought he might be a transfer students, but obviously not from around here. There was just something about him that didn’t really say New York to him. It didn’t even say New Jersey, actually. But, if he was wrong, and he doubted he was, he wondered what school. If Drew was from one he didn’t particularly like…well, he’d have to let him know. “So, where did you come from?” he asked the blonde.
“You’re obviously new so I wanted to be the first to welcome you to the loveliness that is Bellview. Isn’t she a beauty?” he asked, just the barest hint of edge in his voice. Too many times he had had to rough up someone who had something bad to say about Bellview. He wasn’t too into school spirit, but he did show it. He respected the guys and gals that attended pep rally’s and the cheerleaders and spirit people that led them. Hell, he even beat the crap out of some Senior who had decided the mascot was the perfect target to egg last Halloween. “And, you might want to wait a moment before answering,” he added, just to tip the kid off. He wasn’t adverse to displaying hostility in the presence of teachers. Wasn’t like they could do much about it anyway.
He had a love hate relationship with teachers and other faculty members. They hated him because he was a troublemaker and violent, and just a little bit left of center, but they loved him because he was entertaining and he obviously did love this school. He felt much the same way about them. He joked around and kidded with his teachers, but he also resented them every time he got into trouble or he flunked a test. He was pretty sure that if his phone records were ever taped, the schools name would be listed more times than anyone else’s.
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