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Post by Elizabeth Coons on Feb 27, 2009 18:54:53 GMT -5
September 1st
Week One
It was going to be a long day. Elizabeth sat in one of those desk-chairs that were so common in schools now-a-days. She found them extremely irritating. I wonder how Vara is doing, Elizabeth thought. Vara was a ‘grade older’ than Elizabeth, so they unfortunately didn’t have much time together during school. Hopefully she would see her during and after lunch, during a short break to stretch outside…weather permitting. Elizabeth sighed, resting her chin on her hand, the traditional bored position. Pencils were lined up neatly beside her textbook for the class, along with a binder for notes. Elizabeth was almost OCD when it came to arranging utensils for school. ”I have CDO. It’s like OCD, but all the letters are alphabetically arranged like they should be.” Elizabeth smiled as the quote she saw while surfing for MySpace ‘stickers’.
While waiting for the bell to ring, Elizabeth let her eyes wander around the room, meeting staring eyes. The stare-match didn’t last long, just brief as people immediately averted eye contact. This amused Elizabeth that people couldn’t keep eye contact for more than a fraction of a second. Only a few people kept her gaze for longer than a few seconds. Two girls, obviously best friends by the way they turned and whispered about ‘that new girl staring’. And two boys, obviously not out of the hormone-woods yet. Elizabeth sighed patiently at all four. It would take the small town school a while to get used to her, and Vara’s, intrusion. For now though, she wouldn’t try to make contact.
Now it was getting even more annoying, the chair. Every time she shifted her weight, the desk-chair got unbalanced and tipped to one side. A deep, agitated frown creased her face. Thump Thump, went the chair, sending her pencils rolling a few inches out of place. After fiddling with the arrangement of pencils, to no success, Elizabeth gave a exasperated huff, and got out of her chair. Now she really attracted stares. She snatched one of those big pink erasers off her desk, and shoved in underneath the short leg. Elizabeth sat down ungracefully in her chair, then straightened herself properly just as the instructor walked in the room. Here we gooooo. Off to Neverland!
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Post by Phoenix on Feb 28, 2009 0:19:24 GMT -5
Ugh. Why history? Why did history have to be the first class of the day? The fact that this class was the first of the day was half the reason Nix slept in an extra half an hour past his alarm. To him, history was the study of dead people. The only kind of history (beside parts of the Bible) that half way interested Nix was American history. And because America's history was so widely entangled with worldly affairs, it was no longer just American history, it had become American/European or American/Japanese/Korea/Russia/Mexico and so on and so forth it held no interest. And Nix shared no interest with it.
He was several steps behind the teacher and after the teacher entered the room the door was shut and the tardy bell rang with Nix only being two steps away from the handle. Haha, just like last year and the other years before that. He stepped into the room just as casual as if the bell hadn't rang yet and the teacher asked him, "Why are you tardy Mr. Netlohcs?" To this Phoenix answered, "I didn't want to break tradition." Then he noticed Elizabeth. She had looked as beautiful as the last time he saw her. And lucky for him, because nobody knew her he guessed, there was still a seat open by her and he took it. There was finally a good enough reason to come to this dusty class. Anybody who was done staring at Nix for making his late entrance was staring at him again but this time because he was the only one sitting by Elizabeth. This was going to be an eventful year. |
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Post by Elizabeth Coons on Feb 28, 2009 21:10:36 GMT -5
With her eyes on the teacher walking to the front of the class, Elizabeth almost missed the student following him. The instructor was an interesting enough person to look at. Mr. Bradley was an older, balding man. He fit her imagination’s description of a history teacher. The man looked as if he belonged in the times he spoke about. Movement distracted her from curiously watching the old man. Her eyes glanced that way, and once she saw who was coming toward her, her head turned too. It was Nix, the werewolf. Vara and her had sat down for a chat about him the day before. She cocked her head slightly at him as he made his way toward her.
His words made the left corner of her mouth turn up in an amused, crooked smile. It seemed Nix had branched out since she had last been here. As he sat down beside her, Elizabeth glanced around the room. It appeared she wasn’t the only one staring at the kid. She met the eye of a pretty brunet girl, who immediately turned her head away, and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Elizabeth almost burst out laughing right there. Instead, she neatly folded her hands neatly and was about to lean over to make a smart comment when the teacher called her out.
”It seems we have a new student. Ms. Coons, why don’t you come up here and introduce yourself.” Mr. Bradley rasped, waving his hand toward her. Elizabeth froze, and then looked around. A polite smile was plastered on her face.
”Well sir, I would prefer it if you introduced me, but oh well.” Elizabeth said her voice still polite and innocent. She stood up, tugged down her plain t-shirt, and walked forward. Now every person in the room was staring at her. Though she didn’t blame them, for she looked far different then everyone else here. She had on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, bright skater shoes, a graphic tee that had a humorous saying on it. Her short, chin length hair also stuck out in orderly spikes around her head. Elizabeth sauntered up to the front of the room. She flashed the teacher a smile, then turned to the classroom. She nodded.
”My name’s Elizabeth. Just Elizabeth, I hate being called Liz or Beth, or anything else. Had to throttle this one kid once for it.” With this, Elizabeth winked to the class, which brought a few chuckles. She clasped her hands in front of her, then waved them to the side and shrugged at the same time.
”So that’s pretty much it.” Elizabeth nodded again, and then sauntered back to her seat. Poor Mr. Bradley blinked a few times, looking as if he was considering calling her back up. He obviously thought better of it, and began the lesson. Elizabeth clasped her hands on her desk, looking to the front of the room
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Post by toby on Mar 1, 2009 17:04:01 GMT -5
The temptation to scream was all but irresistible. It would have made everything much more entertaining, and besides, what was the point of running if you were not screaming as well? The bell rang, shrill and annoying as ever as Toby took the steps into the building two at a time and burst through the front doors. He was late! Late, late, late, late, late! Ooh Granny would throttle him for sure, beat him with her cane! Gahhh!
He dashed through the halls, nearly running into several of the other now-late students, pulling a face here and there at the few sets of couples and their P.D.A. They were so rude, at least get a room, geez. He snorted, a mental image of them walking into the class rooms like that and continuing their little adventures there making its way into his head. In all technicality they would be in a room, right? He gave a breathless bark of laughter as he skittered around a corner, pushing the thought away. He had to get to his class before he was even later or risk Granny’s fury if this school held the same tardy policy as his last one….
He pilled up suddenly, half tripping over himself at the sudden stop. What class did he have again? Cussing irritably under his breath Toby dropped to the floor, yanking his backpack from his shoulder and letting it droop to the floor in front of him. He must have been an interesting sight, that was for sure. Some skinny, lanky guy, squatting in the middle of the hall way in his dark skinny jeans, gray converse, with stripes, pins and patches galore decorating both his shirt and jacket. He bag was just as bad, covered in pain splatters, some unidentified goo on the bottom corner, and stickers of every sort of paranormal critter there ever was. He growled, swearing up a storm now as he dug through his bag, tossing books on everything from AP French to the Lock Ness Monster out until they littered the floor. He absently noticed it looked strangely like his bedroom as he leaned back on his heels and ran a hand thought his all-but ebony hair.
His bag was empty, and still not schedule, what the hell. He frowned, though it looked slight more like a pout and began shoving his hands into every pocket on his person, pulling the contents out and dropping it all on the floor as well. Lunch money, cell phone, MP3, Student ID card from New York, old gum, a paper clip, that earring he’d been looking for. He scowled, almost ready to go all the way back to the office and ask for a new schedule, then stopped. What was this? A folded peace of paper in his left jacket pocket? Yes. YES! “YES! VICTORY!” He sprang to his feet, the hand clutching the crumpled peace of paper held high above his head. He laughed, victorious, and brought the paper down to eye level, unfolding it as he did so. “You thought you could hide from me did you, my little schedule? Well to bad! I have emerged victorious!” He grinned at the paper as he spoke, hardly noticing that he was talking to an inanimate object in the middle of a school hall way right outside some teachers door. “Now! Where the hell am I going?” He mumbled now, skimming over the paper quickly looking for his class as he sat back down and started shoving things haphazardly back into his bag and pockets.
One he had recollected him mess, he sprang up, looking around in an attempt to get his bearings. The history class room should be right, about… Oh my. Toby blinked at the door he had just been jumping around in front of, which, according to the room numbers, belonged to his history teacher. Well, that was a bit awkward. He chuckled absently to himself, guessing the angry looking man glairing at him from the black board was his teacher. “Heehee…Whoops.” He grinned a bit, more self conscious then anything at the realization that A) he was dang late by now and B) The teacher probably wanted to kill him now. Not a good way to start off the year, he though very casually hoisting his bag and slinking into the classroom.
The elderly teacher frowned in Toby’s direction as he enter the class room. “Are you quite finished now Mr…”
“Lorenz,” Toby prompted, interrupting the old man, but with the nicest of intensions in mind. He was not new to the school, so he expected that there had not been a bulletin or anything about him being a new student, he was just new to showing up.
“Ah, yes, Mr. Lorenz. Nice of you to finally show up,” Mr. Bradley gave him an irritated look before waving him off. “Take a seat, we need to get on with the lesson.”
Toby felt his lip twitch up into a small smirk, but pushed it away as he turned, skimming the class quickly before picking out a new face. Over his last year here he had made it his habit to know who was a regular in town and who was not, and this girl was definitely new. And lucky him, there was a seat open nice and close to her! A wide smile made its way onto his face as he walked over and claimed the open seat as his. Let the investigation commence!
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Post by Elizabeth Coons on Mar 2, 2009 13:01:45 GMT -5
Elizabeth gave a small, half amused, half sympathetic smile for the teacher’s sake. It seemed the year was not starting off too great for him. Poor guy. She did not know whether or not he was used to his pupils showing up late or not, but a small pert of her felt sorry for him. If Elizabeth was a teacher, late pupils would annoy her to no end. Being annoyed by tardiness, Elizabeth herself usually showed up for class at least five minutes early, for some classes even fifteen. Already he had two late students, and the day just started. One was her old friend Phoenix, and now this boy that just blew into the room.
The new boy that came into the classroom was a character indeed. He caught her eye as he flopped around outside the door, looking for who knows what. She looked him over carefully with a critiquing eye. It was pleased so far. His style of dress and hair is what grasped her attention. Elizabeth was a particular fan of skinny jeans, and she envied his pants. This thought brought another amused smile to her face. If she told anybody but Vara that she envied his guy’s pants, it would most certainly be taken the wrong way. But no matter, she did not plan on telling him that.
As he was scanning the crowd for a seat, his eyes landed on the one next to her. His face lit up slightly, and she could see he had made the decision to sit beside her. Elizabeth grumbled silently to herself. The boy had taken an interest in her, and though she did not know his motives, this small fact annoyed her. She cast a quick glance at Nix to see if he knew the kid (for his facial features and eyes would express this). Glancing back at the boy, she sought to meet his gaze. She had a slightly fierce expression on her face. It was one that would hopefully squash any advances he might make, with less than innocent motives.
Her hands unclasped as she drew her gaze back to the front of the room. Now her face was no longer hostile, but pleasantly polite. Elizabeth’s many changing expressions often confused people. It was something people just had to get used to. She exhaled a suppressed sigh, and began to write something on a sheet of paper. History notes. She had cleverly half-hidden another sheet of paper underneath it, and she switched back and for the between the two sheets. Once satisfied with the content of the hidden sheet, she took it and folded it. As soon as the teacher had turned his back, she silently slipped the paper onto Nix’s desk. She had a lot of experience passing notes, and no one would notice the exchange unless they had been looking directly at Elizabeth. After this was accomplished, she immediately went back to taking notes.
The Note “Well maybe this class won’t be a total drag after all?”
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Post by toby on Mar 10, 2009 20:13:57 GMT -5
Toby quirked a brow at the girl’s openly hostile look, his grin growing even wider if possible. Hostility, that was a promising sign, he thought as he sank into the seat and got himself situated. Well that or she thinks I’m going to end up hitting on her. One of the two. His grin faltered on that note as he sat back in his newly claimed seat. He cast a sidelong look at the girl, noting how she was looking to the boy next to her, before shuffling thought his bag for a notebook and pencil.
He settled again quickly, cracking open the note book to a clean page and beginning to jot down notes. They were short hand, scrawled messily across the page. They were normal looking enough, though they were not about the history lesson the teacher was giving. Toby cast another quick glance at the girl next to him, arching a brow quizzically as he caught the tail end of the note exchange and jotting down another line of notes. They were observations, from hair and skin color to the brand of shoes the new girl wore. It was all first glance observation, Toby would be taking more in-depth notes over the next few weeks, but they were a start. The note book itself was filled with other studies just like these, and he only had more back in his room at home.
He paused in his note taking, leaning back and bringing one leg up, fitting it snuggly between his chest and the edge of the desk. He game a soft ‘hm’ sound, looking blankly at the teacher as he tapped the eraser of his pencil against his lower lip. He was far from interested in what the man was saying, he had the entire year memorized already. The only reason he was here was because while he had passed all the exams last year, he had missed too many days to be allowed to move on to the next year of schooling. It was an aggravating rule, but he was certainly not complaining now. There was a new girl here, and if he got lucky, there might be a few more new faces in the town in need of investigation. Paranormal creatures did not just saunter up and knock on your door everyday after all.
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Post by Elizabeth Coons on Mar 15, 2009 14:09:55 GMT -5
Elizabeth kept an eye on the boy as he sat down beside her. She instantly felt claustrophobic, now there were two people on each side of her. Having a large personal bubble didn’t come in handy in these situations. His grin grew and then faltered slightly as he adjusted himself in his chair. This was a promising sign; he didn’t seem to be too cocky; at least at this point. However, this satisfaction dissipated quickly as she noticed his bag. Oh great, another one. Elizabeth settled herself deeply in her chair, casting an irritated look the boy’s way. The boy seemed to be obsessed with immortals. Greaatt. Better make sure he doesn’t run into Vara. He might be bright enough to realize what she is. Can’t have that now.
She felt protective over Vara. Very protective. This boy would be an annoyance. Glancing at his ‘history notes’ she felt a prickle of curiosity. From the quick glance that she got at the paper, she concluded that they weren’t exactly history notes. This got her wondering what he was writing about. She raised her eyebrows in further curiosity when he pulled his leg up. I didn’t know a teenage guy could be that flexible, Elizabeth snickered in her mind. Though she was silently making fun of him her head tilted slightly to the side in curiosity. They seemed to be studying each other intently, even if Elizabeth didn’t know the other side of it.
However, she was jerked from her studying when the teacher announced they would play a review game to ‘start the year off with some fun’. Elizabeth grumbled a little, and sunk farther into her chair. Mr. Bradley explained the rules. There would be two teams, and a pair from each team would go up, a question would be asked, and the first person to ring the bell and answer the question first won a point for their team. She slid even further into her seat as they started picking teams. Who the heck even does this in high school?? Elizabeth thought just as she was picked for a team. She stood up, paused, then walked forward to stand near the edge of her group. Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest, looking mildly irritated. A boy on her team elbowed her. “Let’s hope your smart new-girl.” He jabbed jokingly. Elizabeth whipped her head around to stare solemnly at the boy. Then her brows furrowed and she was glaring at him. She would have growled if she could. Elizabeth hated being touched.
”If I were you, I wouldn’t touch me again.” Elizabeth said quietly. After she made her point, her face returned to normal, and she looked away. This was probably not the best way to make friends in a new school, but she would rather keep her personal bubble in tact. Though what he said was a joke, Elizabeth made up her mind to win the game. Most people never would have guessed in a million years that Elizabeth was competitive. However, she was extremely competitive. Let’s do this.
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 19, 2009 15:58:09 GMT -5
Phoenix noticed the inconsistent shuffle outside of the door. Then the unusual celebration of...well he didn't care. After that commotion had settled the boy outside the door walked into the classroom. The kid was Toby Lorenz. What an idiot, lost his schedule and then made a scene of finding it. This kid was probably just as much of an outcast as Nix was he guessed, and probably one of a very seldom few whom might even suspect Phoenix of being a werewolf. Quite the fanatic of immortals this kid was, then Nix got the idea of introducing him to Vara. That would be interesting. He also noticed the discomfort that showed from Elizabeth the whole time that Toby took to enter the room and then sit beside her, and take "history" notes and Nix rolled his eyes is the acceptance of dumbassery. Poor defenseless Elizabeth and her precious "bubble." While this was running through his mind, E slipped a not on his desk reading "Well maybe this class won’t be a total drag after all?" Nix flipped the note over and wrote on the back "Not as much as of a drag as u wuld think......waaayyyy more." Then Bradley announced that there would be a game and that the gaming process would be sort of like Jeopardy where the contestants hit the buzzer and answer the question. Oh joy a game. Whats the reward? Bragging rights, a pat on the back, an "A" for the day?Nix couldn't help thinking sarcastically about the procedure of class thus far. Lucky for Nix, he was on the same team as Elizabeth so this would give him and her and opportunity to converse. As the game went underway, neither team was doing any good. He guessed it was because most everybody expressed the same lack of caring toward history as he did. Only history class was lame enough to get away with opening the school year with a review game. |
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Post by Elizabeth Coons on May 11, 2009 20:15:53 GMT -5
Keeping an eye on Phoenix as he made his way up to the front, Elizabeth scanned over her classmates. She watched them carefully as the game started. One of her favorite activities was people watching. Observing teenagers was especially fun. No, she didn’t seek out a potential boyfriend in the crowd as she did, she was purely curious about the people around her. Normally she would be paying attention to the game, but she would worry about it when it was her turn. Elizabeth glanced at the note she grabbed off of Phoenix’s desk. A small smile curved her lips upward at his sarcasm. She rolled her eyes, making her way to the back of the line near him. Once she was just in line before him, she stopped, looking over her shoulder at him, a mischievous smile in her eyes.
”You’re oh so positive, aren’t you?” Elizabeth chuckled quietly, eyes sparkling with emotion. She looked back to the shrinking line before her, but angled her body to let him know she still planned on having a conversation. A small frown crossed her face as she noticed how quickly the line was growing shorter. Ugh. Why do we have to do this the first class?? Why?? Elizabeth grumbled to herself. Getting in front of the whole class to see if she was smarter then one of her classmates, during the first class… of her first day. What a way to bring people closer, She thought sarcastically. Yeah, as if she needed help not making friends. She could hear her name being mentioned in the other team. Oh look, what joy. One of the girls she got off with so well with at the beginning of class would be the person she would go up against. Perfect.
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Post by Phoenix on Jun 28, 2009 16:33:43 GMT -5
It still seamed that nobody was bothering to put forth the effort to even consider trying to concentrate on getting the correct answer to the wrong question. When it was his turn to try and give the right answer to a pointless question Mr. Bradley gave a soft sigh before even giving the question seeing that it was Nix's time to try. Nix had planned on getting the first question wrong on purpose no matter what and then actually get his second one correct just to show people up. The person he was up against was one of the nerdier people that are the teachers pet and usually get it right no matter when or why. The question was to compare pre-WWI Europe with a powder keg. His quick and speedy canine abilities allowed him to hit the bell at a nearly inhuman speed. His smart-allec answer was that Columbus had brought back the Indian's marijuana to be grown in Europe and that all or Europe was high as a kite when 18th century pirates arose from their watery graves to raid all the countries that weren't landlocked while the Chinese were busy importing millions of powder kegs to all the landlocked countries to annihilate the people and take the spoils for themselves. Phoenix's opponent didn't waste time after he had given his answer to hit his bell and give the correct answer which had something to do with money and royalty or threats. He headed toward the back of the line where Elizabeth was standing. "Hi again. How are you? Enjoying your first day here in Hush Hills Hell? Haha." There seemed to be a slight difference in the way E stood next to him than the other day when he had visited. He was afraid that Vara had already told her his secret and the change he had underwent. "Listen, I have something very important to tell you. Something that can't just be talked about over lunch. When do you think we could get together and talk?" The expression he had on his face as he told Elizabeth was the look of pure seriousness. But if Vara had decided to tell her, Nix had hoped that she would still want to be around him and still trusted to be with him even when nobody else was around. She likely had no fear being by him now since they were 1. in school. 2. there were plenty of witnesses. and 3. Vara was likely somewhere in the building or at least on the grounds. If E knew Vara was a vamp then she was obviously comfortable around immortals to a point. That also meant she knew of them and what to look for, maybe. Nix figured that she would maybe be able to ease the tension between her two friends at least for the sake of her. He really didn't have to get rid of someone else she really cared about; but he would if his or her life depended on it. He noticed the score of the two teams were tied at 6. |
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Post by Elizabeth Coons on Jun 29, 2009 20:25:24 GMT -5
Elizabeth sighed, and rolled her eyes at Nix’s ridiculous answer. The agitated line that was her mouth cracked though, tilting upward at one end. For those that knew E, this was her classic sarcastic smile. Making fun of learning was one way to get on Elizabeth’s bad side for the day. If it was any other person, Elizabeth would be extremely annoyed at him. But it was hard to be irritated at him. Today. Still, as he approached her, she rolled her eyes for good measure and muttered under her breath. Something about ‘smart ass’. He would probably be able to hear her, being an immortal and all though. Oh well.
“Yeah, great day so far. Thanks for asking.” Sarcasm dripped off her words, cooked smile in place. Until now she hadn’t looked at Nix, keeping her eyes forward. Now she turned and looked at him, watching his face. Trying to gauge his reaction, thoughts, and emotions. But it was serious now. Deadly serious. Her eyebrows arched upward, wondering what brought about the change. Then he started talking.
Oh course this would be something he wanted to talk about. Secrets weren’t something that had ever hindered their relationship before. It made sense that he wouldn’t want to break the tradition. And he was probably worried that Vara would break the news to her first. Oops. Kinda late for that plan. Oh well. He probably meant for this to be a serious matter. Unfortunately for both of them, Elizabeth found humor in her situation. Vamp and a wolf for best friends. How ironic. She couldn’t help it when a small smile broke out on her face.
“Well, unless you interested in specific, there’s not need to talk. About that, at least. I know already. About you. Just like I know about Vara. Though a chat wouldn’t be bad… ya know, to catch up and stuff. We gotta talk about something at lunch right?” Elizabeth said, no longer sarcastic, yet still a crooked smile. Elizabeth had totally zoned out. It was like they were like their own bubble. Nothing else existed. [/color]
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Post by Phoenix on Jun 30, 2009 21:50:37 GMT -5
*sigh* Go figure that that leach would spill the beans. He never trusted vamps and probably never would. It seemed like they're always self-obsessed and only care about themselves and rarely ever the desires of others, even if it's somebody they just met. On the plus side though, he wouldn't have to worry about her reaction, or choosing the right words to say, or breaking the news to her that her other best friend was a vampire. "True, true, very true. But we can't talk about that over lunch. Too many eavesdroppers. And too many people with too large of egos in too small of an area. We'll have to talk about that at your house or something if you are wanting to talk about that. But otherwise lunch would be a great place to catch up on the normal stuff." It was very important to watch what you say when talking about immortals, especially with people like Toby Lorenz around; speaking of which, was not very far away. It looked as if Mr. Bradley was starting to get irritated in the failing answers of the class. Finally there was a light at the end of the tunnel that the game might end soon even if it was at the cost of not getting to continue talking with Elizabeth for the time being. Although on the downside, talking during lunch meant that Vara would probably be right there. |
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Post by Elizabeth Coons on Jul 1, 2009 11:44:45 GMT -5
Elizabeth kept a careful eye on Nix until he finished speaking. He didn’t look surprised or horrified that she knew. That was good. Now it would be easier to talk freely with him. Elizabeth was insanely curious about Nix’s ‘situation’, but he didn’t seem to want to talk about it in the crowded lunch room. She could see his point, but it wasn’t like anyone would believe them anyways. Anyone who happened to overhear a part of their conversation would either think they were talking about some TV show, or that they were crazy. Elizabeth was fine with either of these outcomes.
Well… there might be one exception. Elizabeth snuck a glance over at the other new kid. She still didn’t know his name. But he looked like he might be the one person that would believe them. That was dangerous. For all of us. Elizabeth would be sure to sit far away from this kid during lunch.
Elizabeth rattled off her answers throughout the game. She didn’t get a chance to talk to Nix again during the game, or during the rest of history class. [/color]
(Continue on to lunch?)
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