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Post by Samantha Drove™ on May 7, 2007 20:37:23 GMT -5
The final bell rang and all the students of Lake Placid High School crowded the halls and conversed with one another about plans for the weekend since, thank god its Friday. It was the end of the day for everyone. Mostly everyone that is. Weaving past the conversing class mates was the young beautiful Samantha Drove, heading to detention for the third time this school year. It wasn't terrible to be in detention but today it was Friday and she was serving time for a stupid ass reason. The halls were still crowded when she reached the detention room. Stepping inside she shut the door, secluding the bare pale walls into silence once more. The supervisor looked up when she walked up. Her book bag was slung over her left shoulder but draped on her right side. Flipping the top open she found the note she needed and handed it to the lady. The lady held a chuckle in when she read the reason but got her straight face back.
"To many tardies Ms. Drover." This got an eye roll by Samantha.
"Like I said before. Sorry." She muttered. The lady shook her head.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Now detention does. You have an hour. No talking-" Samantha cut her off.
"No phones, ipods, headphones, note passing, or restroom breaks. I got it."
"Very well Samantha."
"Sammy." She corrected. The lady looked irritated.
"Alright, Sammy. Find a seat."
Turning from the desk she wandered through the rows of empty seats. Only two others were in the room and near the front. If you could choose your seat why would it be in the front in the line of the teacher's view. She guessed it was the first time both of them had been in detention and didn't get the fact, sitting by the teacher was weird. Sammy wandered to the back and sat in the very back seat. She plopped down and slung her bag off of her shoulder and set it on her desk. Placing an elbow on the bag she rested her head in her hand. Her other arm was laying on top of the bag. Her eyes stared at the round clock that the second hand barely moved over. This was going to take forever. Finally figuring that staring at the clock wasn't going to help she looked away and watched the teacher flip through magazine. A seventeen magazine and she looked around fifty. Her face was to far gone for any of those tips to help her out.
The time still ticked away slowly and she was already sick of sitting there. She didn't have anywhere to go but anywhere would be better than here, at school for an extra hour. She let out a sigh and decided to just try and let her mind wander and let the seconds run into minutes and the minutes run into an hour. Only fifty minutes left.
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Post by Billie Joe Trenton on May 7, 2007 20:54:32 GMT -5
"MR.TRENTON!" The teachers voice rang out in the bathroom. Billie Joe dropped his cig in the sink as a sudden reaction to the loud noise. He turned his head to look at the male teacher standing right in the doorway of the restroom, a death glare in his eyes. He had already caught B.J. five times smoking in the boys room. He was now sick of it and you could see it in his eyes. Bee Jay smiled innocently and stepped down from the sink. "Hey Mr.Johnson, what's up my brother from another mother?" He asked, silently sticking the pack of cancer stick's in his pocket. "Don't try the sweet talk with me, Mr.Trenton. Detention, NOW!"Billie sighed and followed the teacher to the detention room. He was let in and greeted with the same unwarm,unfriendly greeting every teenager gets when they walk into the room. He raised his upper lip like a snarling doberman and looked around to find his seat.
Dressed in a leather jacket, a van helen t-shirt, and black jeans adorned with a stud belt, he was every teacher's nightmare. Billie glanced over the crowd to see three people there. He looked to the two students in the front and had to let out a small chuckle. What Idiots.. was the first thing that came to his mind. The two students looked at him funny and the teacher gave him a glare, he really didn't care. He looked back to the girl in the back and was slightly intrested. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. And, she looked like one Billie would normally hang out with. He gave her a slight smile as he walked past and sat in the seat beside her. He once again flashed a smile to her, green eye's scanning her. He tried to make it look like they didn't but it failed. He gave a slight nod and leaned back, putting his feet up on the desk. |
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Post by Samantha Drove™ on May 7, 2007 22:19:42 GMT -5
Her eyes were trained on a small nat that was flying around aimlessly through the air like it was blind or something. She finally had to move into another position. She leaned back against her chair. Her hands smoothed down her dark brown skirt that she wore and the tank that she wore with it. The tank top probably barely met dress code but none of the teachers or students had complained so it was fine. She looked back and found the nat on the wall once more. her mind was about to daze off again when the door opened and another student walked in. She watched him with a bored expression. She let herself look over him since he was something new to this boring and dull room. He was anything but dull though. he looked like the type of kid she would usually hang out with. She never could actually say she hung out a lot. She wasn't much of a talker when it came to large crowds of kids her age.
Her eyes followed followed him as he approached where she was sitting. She caught his smile before he seated himself in the desk next to hers. She glanced up at the supervising teacher before back at him. Her dark hazel eyes caught hold of his green ones. She really hadn't noticed how green they actually looked. She let her gaze wander from him to the clock. It had only been 10 minutes. She felt like collapsing onto the desk and just fall asleep. This was killer. She usually came in for morning detention but after noon was the most insane thing she had ever had to do. Besides swimming in the lake of course.
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Post by Billie Joe Trenton on May 8, 2007 16:06:10 GMT -5
Billie placed, or well threw, his bag on the floor. The loud thud made the other students stare at him, glare would be a better word though. He glanced over to the girl beside him, slightly wondering what kind of crime made her come here to do the time. He silently grabbed his bag off the floor and grabbed a notebook and pencil. When the teacher was looking at her magazine, which Bill thought was totally absurd for a women her age reading that kind of magazine, he scribbled down something. Hey, whats up. Im Billie Joe, you? He placed the note behind his back when the teacher looked up, hearing some scribbling sounds that sounded like a pencil on paper. Billie masted fast handwriting since he was in Junior High, the first time he was put into detention. He knew their rules and didn't actually care about them. Rules were meant to be broken in Billie Joe's book.
He glanced over at her one more time before slightly leaning over. "Psst.." He slightly jingled his hand and raised an eyebrow. He was pretty much on the line here, his fate could go either way. In one way, she could take the note and scribble something back. In the other way, she could go up to the teacher, tell on him, and he would serve probably the rest of the year in this place. He glanced at the teacher, making sure she wasn't looking at his little rule breaking act. He had never been one for rules in his life, why make them when people brake them? Why have limitations when people always go further? Why make boundaries when people always cross them? Billie had no answer to these questions, but he always thought about them. Rule breaking was something he believed in, like how he believed in that dogs will take over the world someday. |
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Post by Samantha Drove™ on May 8, 2007 18:59:18 GMT -5
She sat deep in her seat as she stared forward. She was watching the other two near the front. They were just sitting there like it was a regular class that was all silence. It was annoying her to death. She couldn't understand how to boys lie themselves wind up in detention. The sound of the writing on paper made the supervisor look up and at the boy next to her. She saw the note behind his back but that was only because she was sitting next to him, not in front. Once the teacher looked away she looked away also to go back into her spacing out mind. The sound from the boy next to her didn't give her time to drift off though. She turned her head back towards him and saw the note. Of course she took the note. She didn't have anything better to do and she wasn't a snitch like most people were.
Unfolding the note she read what was scribbled on it. She pulled a pen from her bag and started to write her reply. 'Nothing can be up in here. Samantha Drove. Sammy.' She glanced forward at the supervisor as she wrote. She had this way of writing with a light hand with pens so the sound wasn't as loud as a pencil. Seeing she was still lost in the magazine she folded the note and looked back at Billie. She flipped the pen around in her hand as she waited for him to take the note. She glanced at the clock and they still had forever till time was up.
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Post by Billie Joe Trenton on May 8, 2007 19:28:48 GMT -5
  He Will Rock Your World
Billie Joe watched as the girl scribbled on the note with pen. He glanced at the teacher and gently took the note. He unfolded the note and gave a slight smile. He couldn't help but be sarcastic in the reply note. He grabbed his pencil, shifting his eyes and then started to write. His tunge poked out of the side of his mouth as he wrote. Cept the cieling.Sammy,nice name. So whats your crime? He folded the note into place and looked around the room to see if there was anyone that was watching. He tapped his finger on the paper, waiting for the supervisior to let her guard down.
He let his hand dangling behind his back. He gave her a small smile and retured looking ahead innocently. He decided to look even more innocent and took out a book. He began to fake read, every now and then he glanced over at her. He wandered what he was even reading. He didn't know what the subject was and he had read the first sentence over and over again. He wanted to look innocent, but it was hard! |
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Post by Samantha Drove™ on May 8, 2007 19:56:16 GMT -5
She watched him write on the note once more. Her fingers tapped the desk as she rested her head in her other hand in a bored way once again. her eyes trained on the clock, then the supervisor, onto Billie, and right back to the clock. She hated having nothing interesting to look at. It made her feel confined and she had no idea why. She guessed it was because with interesting things she could focus on them and with out them she was just a wandering mind. Hearing the tap of paper she checked the supervisor before retrieving the note. Unfolding it her eyes scanned over the words he had wrote. A slight smile crept to the corner of her lips at what he had written. Her pen wrote her thoughts. 'Thanks. Being late to many times. You?'
Folding it back up she checked to see if anyone was watching with just a shift of her eyes before tapping the paper with her fingers and watched Billie as she waited for him to take the note. her head was back in her palm with her elbow on the desk as she sighed.
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