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Post by garrett alexander boston on Feb 22, 2009 19:37:57 GMT -5
 ·THE MONEY ON THE TABLE·[/color] ,, SAYS YOUR CHEAP SHOTS WON'T BE ABLE TO BREAK BONES
[/font] garrett tapped his pencil on the lame excuse for a desk.. as annoying as the noise would be to the others, it was the only thing to keep garrett even the littlest bit entertained. class was just not something that was even remotely a priority in his mind. and though he was senior, about to graduate, and most seniors typically freakout about grades and college acceptances, garrett just wasn't feeling the pressure at all. he knew for sure music was the way for him. he was going to marry that guitar of his if that was what it was going to take. he stole a look at the neighboring notebook, and then glanced at his. the girl who sat next to him had pages of notes, while garrett had his name and 'prob and stats' written at the top. he sighed and threw down his pencil and just plainly gave up.
garrett turned his head to look out the window. since he sat relatively in the back, no teacher would notice, or even care that he wasn't paying attention. it was an okay day, kind of gloomy, but then again, maine was gloomy in general, and it was also the middle of february. the month where it is always too cold for anything. though that doesn't stop garrett and a few friends from pulling dumbass pranks in subzero weather. he winced when he saw the slight snow fall, and the small amount of accumulating snow on the ground. he hated snow. sure it was fun to play in, but he preferred summer. well if you put it that way, almost everybody would prefer summer, unless of course you were a penguin or something.
garrett returned his focus back to the classroom, and just like it was five seconds ago... it was dull. for a brief moment he reflected back to a time in fifth grade when him and Zephyr were in the same class and they would draw the very distorted pictures of the teacher to pass time. then there were times when they would try and pass notes to the girls in the class, occasionally being rejected... okay, frequently rejected. garrett laughed inside, good times, good times. he glanced up at zephyr's direction... here they were, seven years later, still in the same class, and still bored out of their minds. garrett could tell from zephyr's lack on concentration how close he was to blow of boredom. after a quick decision to be immature he tore out the notebook page with just his name on it, wadded it up into a ball, and threw it at Zephyr... hitting him on the side of the head.[/center] STATUS; fini
MUSIC; molly makeout - friday night boys
WORDS; four four four
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Post by zephyr kye mercer on Feb 22, 2009 19:59:47 GMT -5
 • • • • •should i give up, or should i just keep CHASING PAVEMENTSeven if it leads nowhere? • • • • •Zephyr was staring at the kid's head in front of him with glazed over eyes and his mouth opened into a slight 'o' as he thought about anything other than what the teacher was saying, something about stats or whatever they were doing in here. He closed his eyes for a moment before he yawned and looked around the room for anything that was of interest to him but quickly came up with nothing. After all, how many interesting things could they have in a classroom? Well, none that went past educatutionally fun which really only made the class even more boring. It honestly felt like someone sucked the life out of him everytime that he stepped through that doorway. Even having Garr in his class didn't make it more fun, at least not all the time since they still had to focus on their work. They were seniors after all and it was the most important year of their life. At least, that was what his mother had told him many many times when he tried to get sick in the morning.
Zephyr jumped when something hit him and looked down at the wad of paper on his desk before he looked up at Garrett and shook his head. Way to be mature, man, I mean really are we still in third grade? Zephyr said as he gave him a disappointing look before he tossed the wad right back at him and grinned when it hit him. Nothing but head. He responded with a smirk before he was shushed by the teacher. Zephyr remained silent for a moment before he looked back over at Garrett and shrugged. He lightly scratched his head before he fixed his hair and sighed loudly so the teacher looked back at him and gave him a glare. Zephyr wordlessly pointed a finger at Garrett and almost laughed at the look the teacher gave him. If I hear one more word out of either of you, you're going straight to the office. Yeah Garrett, geez do you have to be so rude? When the teacher looked away Zephyr allowed himself a proud smile. He had to admit that there was nothing better than getting your friend in trouble for something that you did and he only did it with a single finger.
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Post by garrett alexander boston on Feb 23, 2009 15:58:07 GMT -5
·THE MONEY ON THE TABLE· [/color] ,, SAYS YOUR CHEAP SHOTS WON'T BE ABLE TO BREAK BONES
[/font] garrett covered his mouth and leaned forward in his seat to contain his laughter. it wasn't actually that funny, the fact that zephyr got caught, it was more like a lack of entertainment. they were being way immature, but hey, they weren't going to stay young forever. it was in a way quite entertaining how seniors could act so... un-senior like. the other kids in the class were probably rolling their eyes with annoyance at the two of them. unlike zeph and garr, the others were here because they actually wanted and needed the credit. garrett was here because he failed this class last year. his smug little grin faded when zephyr point the blaming finger at him. garrett's mouth opened to the shape of an 'o' and threw up his hands in attempted innocence, and then slowly lowered them down once he saw received the glare from the teacher.
"Yeah Garrett, geez do you have to be so rude?" Garrett shook his head when he heard Zephyr speak outloud. it wasn't like he actually cared that he was getting in trouble, garrett never cared about such things. in fact, both Zephyr and Garrett have probably simultaneously been down at the principals countless times during their educational years. all for pointless pranks that were results of boredom. anything from food fights in the cafeteria to just simply skipping class, once garrett was even down there cause he had tried hitting on the new student teacher back his sophomore year. "fag." garrett said to zephyr and flipped him off at the same time, once the teacher had turned her back again. garrett suddenly had a different idea, he ripped out another sheet of notebook paper, wadded it up, and instead of throwing it at zephyr, he just chucked it at the person two rows ahead of him. he gestured for zephyr to follow his lead. if they were gonna be little kids, they might as well be kinds till the end.[/center] STATUS; fin
MUSIC; hey brittany - FTSK
WORDS; three three zero
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