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Post by (IN)sanely(UN)stable on May 27, 2009 12:19:54 GMT -5
Skipping down the hall in a puffed up black skirt over tree layers of multi colored tank tops and tee shirts, sporting a new pair of purple and pink converse Aunrea was ready to create.
Woooooodshooooopah!Turning the corner to go to her locker Aunrea sang her locker combination song and pulled the lever up. The inside was filled with an array of colored construction paper glued to the inside of the metal, rainbow stickers, drawings, and some paint splatters. Surprisingly, it was actually organized. She installed three shelves to the inside that she built in woodshop and used it to organize her art supplies. Reaching onto the top shelf she pulled out a blank canvas and a roll of tin foil. From the middle a few tubes of paint, and from the bottom 3 paintbrushes. Ready tuh go![/i]
Fumbling with the things in her hand and the messenger bag banging against her leg she walked down the hall constantly fidgeting and adjusting her belongings. Half way there. No, Quarter of the way there. Just three more halls to go. Oh...that’s kinda cool...[/i]
Distracted with a sticker on the ground Aunrea went arms first into the ground. Her things spilled everywhere and she sat on the ground staring at her stupidity. Maybe...maaaybe I should pay attention...to where I'm going...Yea....[/color]
The bell rang and Aunrea began to scramble to get her belongings up and sprint to Woodshop. Her mission today was to build a new easel. With her clumsy grace she picked up a few things, filled her hands and dropped another thing off the side. Then proceeded to pick them up again only to spill more things. A few people walked by staring at her. Hmph. They're no help at all[/i][/color]. It seems chivalry has, indeed, died.
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Max
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Post by Max on May 27, 2009 13:37:41 GMT -5
Max watched as a girl seemed to be having trouble. She kept dropping her stuff and no one seemed to be helping. Wow, what complete assh***s. Max quickly ran over to her and grabbed the stuff she dropped. Whatever it was it didn’t matter.
Here. Let me give you a hand with this. Which class do you have right now? I’ll carry this and whatever else you need help with. The name’s max, what’s yours?”
Max was very hyper today but still talked in a cool slow tone. He was at school and more than likely ould end up getting the girls number. Most people’s he did anyways, after he meet them in person of course. He looked at her and gave her the sweetest smile.
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Post by (IN)sanely(UN)stable on Jun 24, 2009 21:30:18 GMT -5
A hyperish boy pranced up and offered his helf quickly after Aunrea began cussing out the people (in her head) in the halls.Here. Let me give you a hand with this. Which class do you have right now? I’ll carry this and whatever else you need help with. The name’s max, what’s yours?”
Aunrea was a big taken aback by his energy. She had never met anyone so...BOUNCY! His energy was rapidly rubbing off. Aunrea's body began to unconsiously bounce up and down a bit on her toes as she replied to him. "I HAVE WOODSHOP! I'm going to make a...". Shee looked down at her hands and realized she didn't really know WHAT she was going to make with these things. Looking back up at the boy she continued, "...Well...something really awesome. Cause...cause i'm an ARTIST! Yea I'm Aunrea. It's like Andrea...without the 'D'" Adding a smile to the end of the sentence she hoped her deliberate avoidence of his question for help would lead him to helping anyways.
Aunrea began to pick up the things around her feet; slow enough for Max to jump in and help.
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