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Post by MILES THOMAS DAWSON on Feb 14, 2010 16:45:56 GMT -5
 WE'RE GOING OUT TONIGHT[/size] to kick out every light[/font] - - - - - - - - - -[/center] The inside of the school was teeming with activity, students and teachers in every direction. It was fall, and everyone knew how easy the weather was to turn and today was one of those days. Yesterday was bright and sunny, the warmth drew everyone outside to sit around, to talk and to laugh whereas today was dull and grey with a cool breeze. The clouds overhead threatened to release their bounty of water upon the school and surrounding landscape. So far it had been okay, not a pleasant day but there had been no torrential downpours, hailstones or sleet. All in all it was doing well for how crappy it looked, but of course it could change at any second. The air was already quite dark, rain would just make it even worse. Wouldn’t it just be great if that slight breeze blew the clouds out of the way for the sunshine? Give the day a good ending, at least have a good sunset. It didn’t look like it was going that way though, they would be lucky if it didn’t rain by the end of the day and if it didn’t it probably would after dark. You could tell from just looking at the sky that it was waiting for the right time, the right time to unleash the rain. Everyone would be surprised of course, it wasn’t like it had looked as if it would rain all day. Of course not, that couldn’t be true at all. It may have been edging that way but... it was going to rain.
Miles’s mood was slightly dampened by the weather, why couldn’t it be a nice day? Then he could be outside in the sunshine. What was the point of a period with no lessons if there was a risk of being wet if you went outside? It wasn’t fair! He wanted to sit outside in the warm, not with a cold breeze going down his back like when he had tried earlier. God that was terrible, no wonder all of the students were inside. Being outside just made you feel... annoyed. There were some students who had ventured out only to return a few minutes later, complaining that they didn’t think it was good enough. He had watched them outside as they stood there for a moment and turned around, it was quite funny really. All these teenagers pretending to be hard and then they were shut inside by some bad weather. If anyone mentioned it he bet they would go all quiet and mumble about it like they usually did. It was fun to watch, though he got how they felt. You couldn’t explain it but the weather was so bad it just made you have a bad mood and feel slightly threatened. Okay, so maybe it sounded a little insane but it was the truth, ask anyone and they would say the same thing. Or something close to it anyway. At least they weren’t outside by his car, which was all Miles had on it. It was new and he was starting to become very protective of it.
He was currently in one of the hallways on a wide window ledge. From here he could see the people as they walked down the hallway and those that walked through the courtyard. He wasn’t paying that much attention though, his head was leant back against the wall so that he looked at the ceiling and he couldn’t hear anything either because of his iPod earphones. This was so boring, he had nothing better to do than to listen to music with the coffee he had brought from the cafe ten minutes ago when he had popped out of school. Technically he wasn’t supposed to do that, in his free periods he was supposed to prepare for the next class or something. But seriously, he much preferred to be sitting here than looking over books and stuff, talk about boring! How on earth did the other teachers do it? He saw them sitting there in their classrooms with their papers, going through them all and looking interested. Unless they were pretending of course, this was understandable. There was no way that someone could look over work for a whole hour and not get bored even a little bit. But then again, they were quite boring here. At least in his last school Craig, the maths teacher, went skydiving. Talk about some good stories! But here it was like, they went home, marked homework and went to bed. He was starting to think the third grade explanation for teachers was right, they did sit behind their desks until the next day of school. It wasn’t like they were doing anything interesting anyway.
It was also quite a big help that he was in the window, he was out of sight of anyone walking down the hallway and the only people sensible enough to look were the students. Truth was, Miles was hiding. He had already gathered some glares about his clothing from the other teachers, and knowing them they had already wandered off to the principal. He wasn’t scared of him, but you know, arguments are not really the best things in the world to have. That didn’t mean he would try and stay out of trouble though, he wasn’t going to be like the other staff because of what might happen. He was experimenting with this, and so far he hadn’t been fired no matter what he wore. Apart from the arguments things were going quite well with that. He smiled at himself, thinking of what he might be able to get away with here. His last school had fired him for breaking the windows, which was truthfully an accident, but would they fire him for that here? They were this posh private school, they should be able to afford a few windows. The students allowances would probably cover that anyway. Who needed windows? He didn’t know why the school made such a big deal of it, if it was that much of a problem they could have got the council to fix it up for free, that was what it was for. He rolled his eyes and picked up the coffee, holding the warm cup between his hands.
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Post by MELODY JUNE PARKER on Feb 16, 2010 15:29:33 GMT -5
 THE STARS LEAN DOWN TO KISS YOU,
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- The wind bit at her as Mel opened the car door of her gold Toyota Tacoma. The chilling air sending an immediate ripple of discomfort through her spine and into her blood. she hated when it was cold out and she never truly dressed appropriately for the weather either. Mainly because she hated the bulk of the heavy winter jackets and preferred the over sized sweatshirts she got from the local thrift store to wrap her comfortably enough for winter. she loved the worn fabric and how it hung so freely from her petite diaphragm. but that was Mel, much more for comfort than she would have ever been for style. Even though her dad would buy her whatever she wanted Melody only spent her own money on things she wanted and leaved the necessities such as food to her father. though she bought her own clothes, make, and jewelry with the money she owned running the bar single-handed at kaleidoscope. she had probably fell in love with the dance club more than she could, but she became more outgoing and at home than when she was actually home as soon as she stepped into the expansive building. maybe that's when she wasn't working she was spending time within the high energy club. it brought her alive and made her feel as if she was something she wasn't.
- The sound of gravel crunching beneath her vans was the only sound radiating through the parking lot of the school. not many people were outside as most students preferred to get out of their car and hustle into the building hugging themselves for warmth. even some of the people who usually wore shorts and a tank top during this type of weather were inside, huddled together and fuming about how it was even too chilly for their high body temperatures. though unlike the rest of the student body, Mel simply took her time across the campus. Her eyes remained glued to the ground as to avoid eye contact of any sort and even though the short walk across the front courtyard allowed her heart to quicken to nearly a panicking state. she was awaiting the jeers and sarcastic comments directed her way. for being different, for being a nonconformist. unlike the expensive louise vutton purses and kathy totes that normally swung from the chiseled shoulders of the royals, Mel's simple and rather drape mark jacob's messenger bag banged her slender thigh as she accelerated her walking pace as to escape the criticizing glares that were being shot toward her, seeping into her skin and wringing her core with clear discomfort. her charm bracelet shook and jingled as she nervously played with the strap of her bag, her charm thumping her rather flat chest as she maintained the rather furious pace through the courtyard. only looking up for a moment to nervously judge the distance between herself and the doorway of jefferson heights high school. dear lord, she wanted to go back to summerset west.
- It was significantly warmer in the school as she swung open the heavy metal doors. it was as if she was entering her prison cell as she slid through the opening and continued down the overly polished linoleum flooring. her sneakers squeaking on the floor as she continued down the too long hallway, getting more stares this time by varying groups. she was disliked among everyone because she was too shy to talk too and most people just found her a complete dork because she was so cripplingly quiet and shy. she didn't mean to be, but nobody cared. you were judged whether you were known or not. and the way she wore the sweaters, the skinny jeans and normally had her hair in a side pony on the left side of her head like she did today with tendrils framing her face, she was just different. plain and simple. some people found this fact unnerving and they were the people who were afraid of her differing outfits and her nervous and paranoid domineer. Mel was just another casualty of the society of summerset, south carolina.
- The pumping of her heart slowed as she climbed the stairs up toward the second floor. she had chemistry set and even though mr. dawson could be abit of an odd duck, he was one of the only teachers she found decent. probably because they were alike, in a way. neither of them social, unforming to the changes in society. though it wasn't only her that liked his unorthodox ways and crazy manners of teaching his chem class, he was a favorite among the students and that was probably the only thing that kept him around. She knew she was going to be pathetically early to his class, considering she had no one that cared to see her nor wondered where she was. Indeed, Mel didn't have any friends and the ones she did have got annoyed with her easily. It seemed no matter what she did she happened to be a burden to someone at one time or another. She was a nusiance to society, a blemish on the otherwise perfection of jefferson heights. and by the looks of the summerset west and the other surrounding people, she knew she wasn't much welcome here.
- Lost in her reverie about how unfair society happened to be and how she knew she would never be apart of something through her whole highschool career, she had lost where she was going. oblivious to her surroundings as Mel walked into an equally unaware teacher. She just remembered walking straight into him full on, rebounding off of him and landing flat on her ass at his feet. Groaning in abit of pain of having bruised her tailbone, she felt her cheeks blaze a flaming red as she looked up and met the eyes of her chemistry teacher. stuttering, she apologized to the best of her abilities. "i - i - i'm sorry, m - m - m - mr. da - a - awson." tearing her eyes away from his gaze she stared at the floor and began to get up from the crumbled heap she had fallen into.
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Post by MILES THOMAS DAWSON on Feb 16, 2010 17:27:31 GMT -5
WE'RE GOING OUT TONIGHT [/size] to kick out every light[/font] - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Miles took a sip of his coffee and shifted his head slightly to look outside. He wished that the day would clear up, it would just make everyone so much happier. He willed the clouds to shift, but he knew they wouldn’t. When he had been out you could see that they went on for miles, and if there was an end to them it would be quite a while away, and it would take ages to get to Summerset. It would just be nice to see the sun, before winter anyway. If the rest of fall carried on like this t didn’t look like it, but that was thinking to negative, of course there would be sunny days. It was just the beginning of fall and there was always a mixture of bad days and good days, becoming increasingly bad as time went on mind you, but still, it was the start so it should be mostly good days. And bad days could be okay sometimes, they made you happy to be inside in the warm and spend time with people that you love. You could have a hot drink and some soup and it would be nice. But still, a nice warm sunny day would be missed. They needed good balance, some good days and some bad days. Each one made you miss the other one, but if Miles had to pick one he would think it to be the sunny one. He just liked it too much, and overcast days were just so boring. Made you feel tired and just wish that something good would happen and bring you out of the mood of the day.
He put the coffee down once more, he was nearly finished. Good job too, it was probably class soon, not that he would be able to hear the bell with his earphones in. He wasn’t going to turn it down though, he would know when to go when all the students started to move like they actually had a choice. He was nearly always late anyway, it was a usual occurrence in his lessons. People thought, where is Mr. Dawson? But the answer would be simple, he was probably walking down the hallway as slowly, not because he didn’t want to go to the lesson. He liked being in the lessons, it was fun. But just because... well. He didn’t have a because for it, he just did it. Now, if you caught him at any other time he would usually be going quite fast. Was he really that backwards then? Wow, he didn’t mean to be, obviously he was just odd. He liked the way that he could think clearer when his music was on, maybe he should listen to it in lessons. It could help him. Of course there were the drawbacks of not being able to hear the students, or not being able to hear himself when he spoke. For all he knew he would probably be shouting at them, he would really look stupid then, not good. He thought that he was getting on well with the students, he liked them and he hoped that they liked him too. But if he started acting like that in class it would not go well at all, better to just stick as he was.
Miles nearly jumped up to the ceiling when someone walked into him, he stood up suddenly, his earphones falling out. His coffee fell over, luckily the small amount that was inside it made sure that it did not spill. Miles was quite glad that he had got a take out coffee from the cafe instead of having one here, the cup would probably be smashed then. He put the iPod on the window ledge next to it and looked at the girl that had walked into him. Hmmm... Melody? He hoped that he had her name right, nothing more idiotic than calling her the wrong name. He hoped that she hadn’t been hurt when she fell. “Are you okay?” He asked, as he stuck out his hand so that he could help her up. “No, its fine. I wasn’t planning on being seen, obviously that worked a little too well.” He smiled trying to show her that she did no harm to him, though she may have done to herself. Perhaps he shouldn’t sit there anymore, it didn’t seem to be doing anyone any good, though he could proudly say that he hadn’t been spotted by the principal. He mentally congratulated himself, it had worked rather well on that side. If only he could stay hidden for the rest of the day, but he had a few more lessons to teach. Judging by the movement, or lack of movement, of the students down the hallway it wasn’t exactly time for lesson yet, though it could be some time soon.
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