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Post by marie on Apr 16, 2006 0:21:43 GMT -5
Cintia sat in the empty hallway with her back against the wall as she sat on the ground. Her black notebook full of her poems and writings and such was open and she was writing in it, her nice and tidy scrawl becoming a bit messier as she tried to cram all of her thoughts onto the bit of parchment as fast as she could so she wouldn't forget it. Hearing the bell made her jump slightly and immediately the classroom doors slammed open around her and students filed out of the classrooms. To avoid getting stepped on, she stood up, now closing her notebook and tucking her pen into her jeans pocket. Boy is the schedule different in America then it is in England, she thought as she tried to make her way through the now crowded hallways. She had lived in England her whole life, then moving to America not too long ago. She of course was still trying to adjust as well since everything was different in America than in England.
Cintia sighed as she pulled her bagged lunch out of her bag and made her way out to the courtyard. Her long fiery red hair was in it's usual ponytail, her signature black ribbon dancing in the wind, as well as her hair. Her emerald green orbs scanned the area, searching for a place to sit. It seemed that everyone was in their own little groups and she didn't see Jacob anywhere. Jacob was her true best friend. She sighed and finally spotted an empty table. She walked over to it and sat down, hoping beyond hope that someone would join her. She felt completely out of place. She had just moved here from England not too long ago and she was still trying to adjust to the American ways. Not as easy as it looked, though. She sighed deeply, picking at her food with her plastic fork.
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Post by jacob on Apr 16, 2006 0:33:53 GMT -5
Jacob scowled at the long lines and made his way outside. By the time you actually get food, lunch is over. Oh well. School was almost over anyways. Would it really kill him to avoid food for another couple hours or so? Nah. Jacob spent most of his lunchtime talking, so it really didn’t matter. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and scanned the area, looking for someone or anything to chat with. The last conversation with the phone booth didn’t go over so well though. Maybe it was time to stick with humans. Preps, goths, punks, skaters, jocks. Boring. Where did all the average folks go? Did they die or something?
Bingo.
There was Cintia. Thank the lord. It had been two minutes and Jacob was already going crazy with boredom. Hopefully she could cure it a bit. He strolled over, his icy blue eyes locked on her. It was easy to loose someone, especially someone as small as Cintia. If you took your eyes off of something for more then a second, it could be lost forever. Jacob stopped at her table and gave a genuine smile. Human contact! Finally! Being crammed inside a classroom for hours really does things to you. Cintia looked so out of place right now…hopefully things were going well for her and people didn’t give her a hard time. As nice as Jacob was, he could be mean if needed…
“Hey, how is your week going? Anyone giving you trouble yet?” |
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Post by marie on Apr 16, 2006 0:38:53 GMT -5
Cintia sighed deeply, finally taking a bite of food given to her by the orphanage owner. The only reason the owner let her go to school was because the owner was way too busy and lazy to homeschool her. So, here she was, the only Freshman in the sea of Seniours. Out of place, much? She heard a familiar voice behind her.
“Hey, how is your week going? Anyone giving you trouble yet?”
She turned and smiled as she saw Jacob walking towards her. She watched him sit down and get a bit more comfortable before responding. "My week's going pretty fine, still trying to adjust to the American ways though." She said, her strong British accent seeming to float through the air among the rest of the American voices. Heads turned but she ignored them. Everyone eventually went back to eating before Cintia realized that Jacob had asked another question. "No, nobody except the jocks. But, that's to be expected, isn't it?" She said with a smile.
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Post by jacob on Apr 16, 2006 0:53:33 GMT -5
Jacob laughed and nodded his head. “Good luck with that. I am American and I have still not adjusted to our way of life.” It must have been really hard moving from Britain to the United States. Jacob just moved from one side of the country to the other. He didn’t actually have to leave his country. He didn’t even want to imagine what Cintia was feeling right now. Imagine, leaving all your friends and moving to somewhere you knew nothing about? Scary thoughts. Jacob pushed the thought out of his head and gave another small smile. “If you ever need anything though, just give me a ring.” Or you know, she could always walk over. It wasn’t that far. Jacob’s doors were always open. Especially for a friend.
His icy blue eyes gazed at a jock in the distance. He tossed a football with his friend and made obnoxious comments. All most of them cared about was getting a new girl in bed each night. Pity. Jacob returned his focus back to Cintia and shrugged. “Well, if they do it again, kick them somewhere sensitive. You may be small, but I think you are hiding an inner demon.” Jacob tried to imagine Cintia spazzing out on the jocks and completely tearing them apart. Ha, he would pay to see that. |
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Post by marie on Apr 16, 2006 0:59:52 GMT -5
“Good luck with that. I am American and I have still not adjusted to our way of life.”
A small laugh escaped the lips of a certain redhead as she looked at Jacob. Jacob had always been the funny one who always made her laugh when Cintia was down. She greatly appreciated his little comments every now and again. It cheered her up. She smiled as she looked at him, her emerald green eyes shining as the sun cast down upon them.
“If you ever need anything though, just give me a ring.”
"Give you a ring?" Cintia asked curiously. She still was trying to adjust to the American lifestyle as well as the American lingo. Give him a ring? Did he actually mean to give him a ring or what? She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She was so confused by everything. She just hoped she would adjust soon. She hated now knowing what meant what.
“Well, if they do it again, kick them somewhere sensitive. You may be small, but I think you are hiding an inner demon.”
She laughed again. She truely was a demon when she got pissed and her temper rose past boiling point. Jacob, of course, didn't know that since he had never really seen her truely angry before. It didn't take that much to get her angry but it did take alot to make her snap and just totally flip out.
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Post by jacob on Apr 16, 2006 12:07:38 GMT -5
Jacob laughed at Cintia’s “ring” comment. Okay, maybe she really was having an extra difficult time. Not that he blamed her. It was hard going from fit to hot in only a few weeks. British slang was a lot different, eh? Jacob still wasn’t sure what a chav was…maybe he would ask later. “No, I mean….call me up, if you ever need anything. My doors are always open. Don’t worry, I am sure weird American lingo will rub off on you soon.” He tried to imagine Cintia walking into the room with gold chains and her British accent gone…creepy thoughts.
He smiled and brushed another piece of hair away from his eyes. Really, if they were giving her trouble, all she had to do was threaten them. They were nothing but a bunch of big cowards. Call them a name they can’t comprehend. That will throw them off. Oh the joys of wit. Cintia was filled with it. She could definitely make those boys cry. “How are you classes going so far? Easy or harder then England?” |
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Post by marie on Apr 16, 2006 12:13:40 GMT -5
“No, I mean….call me up, if you ever need anything. My doors are always open. Don’t worry, I am sure weird American lingo will rub off on you soon.”
"Oh....right." Cintia said with a small smile. Ok, she had to make a mental note to remember what that phrase meant. She smirked at the absurdity of her thoughts as she looked at Jacob. He truely was a great help to her. She was so glad to have met him.
“How are you classes going so far? Easy or harder then England?”
"Eh, classes are going pretty good. I have to say, they're alot easier here than in England." She said with a smile as she took a bite of the roll the orphanage owner had packed her. She sighed deeply and ran a hand through her long fiery red hair.
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