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Post by jacqueline blair lefleur on Mar 22, 2008 20:49:05 GMT
Jacqueline sighed softly as she slowly put her precious, old copy of ‘Withering Heights’ in her dark, leather bag and closed it carefully. She put the bag on her shoulder and gently pushed the locker door with the back of her hand, trying not to make any noise as though not to attract attention, yet not entirely succeeding.
She shook her head and walked gracefully through the high school hallway. She could certainly notice by now, that people seemed to turn and take a look back at her own self, and though it happened a millennium of times, she couldn’t suppress a smile.
“It never gets old,” she whispered to herself with a low chuckle, as she winked at a nearby young boy, who she thought was most definitely attractive. He blushed furiously and probably felt amazingly great for being noticed by such a young woman.
She wasn’t wearing something extravagant today, yet she still managed to look chic and elegant, while still being comfortable. A small, blue French hat was situated on her fragile, yet flawless top, while she wore a woven sweater that matched the French styled hat. Her long, slim legs wore dark denim jeans and beautiful, dark, elegant shoes. She looked petite, yet perfect in every way, as her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and her ivory face still held a smile. //Outfit here//
Looking at her watch, she sighed, and shook her head once more. School seemed to be over and people were running and walking along her. Without looking, she bumped into someone. "I'm truly sorry," she stated firmly, "But you should watch where you are going," Jacqueline added, with a challenging look and a smile, before curiousity took over, as she wondered who the person was. |
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Post by Samantha Lynn Adeli. on Mar 22, 2008 23:19:42 GMT
Samantha took a deep breathe as she opened her locker. She took a second to smile at the picture of her dog, being held by her little sister, which was hanging to the inside of the locker by a purple circular magnet. She lifted her book bag off of the hook, and slung it over her shoulder.
On this day, she was wearing the normal garb. A pink and black plaid top, a pair of old jeans, and her favorite pair of black flats. Nothing out of the ordinary, or at least for her.
As she walked down the hall, getting ready to leave, she noticed her class mates all looking at some girl. Samantha shurged it off, and kept walking. She wasn't into the trends this girl was trying to set, and she kept down the halls of the school.
She heard her cell begin to ring, and she pulled it out of her tote that she previously retrieved from her locker. She took her phone to read the text she had just recived, when she crashed into the girl herself. "Excuse me, think you should be more concerned about where your walking rather then what you wearing." She shot back darkly. |
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Post by jacqueline blair lefleur on Mar 22, 2008 23:37:55 GMT
Jacqueline’s eyes widened a bit at the girl’s remark. She could not believe her own ears. The nerve of her! She looked her over with a bored glance and sighed sadly. “Well, I’d rather be more concerned with what I’m wearing than look like you,” she replied coldly, then gave a sweet smile, and tilted her head to the side, acting a bit childish, if you would say; she knew these kind of girls got annoyed easily, so better hit them where it hurts.
She fingered a loose blonde curl, and challenged the young woman in front of her even more with a icy gaze. She had known many girls that hated her and she was more than certain that this one would end up like the others. It was their choice. It would be rather wise to have Jacqueline as their friend, but if they wanted to go to the … ‘dark’ side, then so be it. She would give them a hell of a ride.
She cleared her throat, and gracefully extended her hand, trying to make an offer of peace, if she wouldn’t accept it, well…. “We started off on the wrong foot,” she added with a giggle, “ I’m Jacqueline Lefleur, and you are?”
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Post by Samantha Lynn Adeli. on Mar 22, 2008 23:47:20 GMT
Samantha's eyes narrowed as she heard the girls remark. She did not expect that from such a seeminly quiet, and shy girl. "Your right, you wouldn't pull it off, anyway." She said, in a cold, dark tone. This girl really had it coming for her.
As Jacqueline tried to come off as sweet, or innocent, Samantha saw right through the mask. When she heard this girl state her name, it rang in Samantha's head like a bell. This must have been the girl her friends had been talking about. Not taking the hand shaking gesture, she shot back her name. "Samantha Adeli." She said coldly. |
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Post by jacqueline blair lefleur on Mar 22, 2008 23:54:17 GMT
“Hmm…Samantha Adeli, huh?” she added, with her rich, French accent. She loved her enunciation, yet at times it got on her nerves. The soft English one often clashed with her French, making it unique and interesting at the same time. “The name rings a bell,” Jacqueline stated and tried to ignore the previous remark made by the girl.
She seemed to be one of the tough gals, and she didn’t exactly appreciate that. She thought that femininity was the key to a successful life, and people like these just made it more difficult, but she tried to stay positive and remain nice if possible.
“What year are you in, if I am not to bold to ask?” she asked, with another smile, as she ran a slim, pale hand through her blonde curls trying to smooth them out.
She touched her forehead as she felt a headache approaching. ‘Oh, no,” she thought. She hated these stupid things. They came at the worst times. She shook it off and looked around them, as the halls emptied slowly.
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Post by Samantha Lynn Adeli. on Mar 23, 2008 0:07:48 GMT
Samantha noticed Jacqueline attempting to be sweet, but that didn't take back what she had said. She also took to notice that she was very primp, and seemed to keep messing with her hair. In an effort to seem a bit more feminine, she straightened the back head band adoring her head.
"As does yours" She said, with a fake amount of cheer in her sing-song voice. She tried being sweet, but it was a pitafull. This girl was just to, well, she couldn't put her finger on it, there was just something about this girl that didn't sit right.
"I am a sophomore, " She said slowly, "And you?" She said, mimicking the glee in Jacqueline's voice. |
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Post by jacqueline blair lefleur on Mar 23, 2008 0:18:18 GMT
Jacqueline laughed and tilted her head to the side. “I’m a junior, as you can see; I'm glad my name rings a bell. I like to be well known in this school,” she added with a sweet voice, yet she knew all too well that Samantha saw right through her. She shrugged involuntarily, and kept a straight happy face. She always tried to stay nice, and she never showed her true self to people she didn’t think worthy.
She realized that she sounded too cheery and a bit fake, but at the moment she didn’t exactly care.
“I remember my sophomore year…Sooo…blissful if you would put it. You truly realize how high school is just then, therefore you have the most of fun,” she stated, nodding carefully as she remembered last year. So many broken rules, so many broken hearts, so many problems…
She regained her composure and laughed to herself at the girl’s attempt to be more feminine. Some just didn’t have it in them, she though bitterly, but did not make any remark or expose any different facial expressions.
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Post by Samantha Lynn Adeli. on Mar 23, 2008 0:28:15 GMT
This was girl was so happy that it was almost creepy. She needed to get away from her before she turned pink with glee. "Oh, how interesting." She said, with heavy sarcasm in her voice. She looked down at her watch, and then back up at the girl.
"Well, I have to go to dance class now." She said, thankful that she even had dance class today, and was about leave, when she saw just about the most perfect opportunity. "In case you where wondering princess, thats where talented people go to work on their skills." She added sharply, before walking away without waiting for a response. |
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Post by jacqueline blair lefleur on Mar 23, 2008 0:40:42 GMT
Jacqueline sighed, relieved the girl left. She didn’t exactly um…how could she put this? Appreciate her, in the least. She seemed like such a tough gal and that didn’t work with her at all. She shrugged and laughed at her comments. Not bothering to answer back, she thought to herself, ‘I don’t have to prove myself to anyone!’
She did consider music and art, yet dancing and such was more of a sport, which she wasn’t fond of, except for Lacrosse. Pulling her hair back in a low ponytail, she inhaled thinking of many new things she could do this upcoming weekend. Shopping was a certain DUH, of course, but a bit of photography and painting wouldn’t ruin her day.
“It will all work out, I would guess,” she whispered to herself. A party to go to most probably, or just hang out with Noah, something like that. She gave herself a smile and pushed the leather bag further on her shoulder, so it wouldn’t fall. This was going to be fun…
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Post by Edward Morgan Aldridge on Mar 28, 2008 0:13:08 GMT
(Could I still reply to this? I will anyways, just in case!)
Eddie ran a hand through his hair as he shut his locker and walked slowly to wards the exit of the school. The bloody, hell of a week was finally over and eh had great plans for the weekend. His thoughts wondered, as he looked at some girls that passed him. He hummed his appreciation, but stopped suddenly as he saw Jacqueline.
‘Man, she’s still totally HOT,’ he told himself and put his best smile on, heading over to her. She seemed to be thinking about something also. He put his hand around her waist, and whispered into her ear, “Haven’t seen you in forever,” he added and prepared to be pushed back, which he usually got when he approached her. He stepped away, still smiling wickedly.
“So what’s up? Thinking of the weekend ahead? I do hope you made some plans with me, babe,” he stated mockingly, yet hopefully serious at the same time.
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Post by jacqueline blair lefleur on Mar 29, 2008 19:14:16 GMT
Jake suddenly heard footsteps behind her and then felt strong, yet slim arms encircled her. She could feel it was a guy and soon realized it was Ed.
She sighed, rather annoyed, yet not wanting to let him go. She didn’t exactly want to admit, she liked the feeling. She could feel his quick, warm breath on her swan like neck. Before struggling out of his embrace, he stepped away quick.
“Eddie…do you really have to behave in such a stupid way?” she added with a mock expression on her face.
“Honestly…don’t call me babe,” Jacqueline stated with a tint of disgust, but gave a sweet smile, trying not to appear totally unapproachable. She shrugged and started walking slowly to wards the exit.
“And no, I don’t have any plans involving you! Although I do have to say that my parents aren’t going to be home this weekend!” She winked and gave a small laugh.
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