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Post by Jayda Inglisse on Jan 25, 2008 0:26:39 GMT -5
& so I put my arms around you.
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The Canadian born female reached out with her right hand to open the light doors of the school. Walking around, her heels made annoying clicking sounds on the polished floors. A slim figure held a patterned type shirt and white skinny jeans that were held onto her waist by a contemporary brown belt. Her green eyes scanned the walls and doors for the room she was looking for. She'd heard that there was a play coming up and wanted to take a look at the script. Jayda was just relieved that the play wasn't Shakespearian; they were getting too much as she had only done that type of production in highschool. Apparently, the writer was from England that Jayda had never heard of before. Hopefully the script was good.
Feeling like a complete idiot, Jayda continued to roam the halls aimlessly, getting more lost by the second although was too stubborn to take out a map that was tucked neatly into the pocket of her fitted jeans. An irritated sigh escaped her lips as she bit her lower lip with anxiety. This wasn't good. She had found herself in a totally different part of the school with a dead end in front of her and a random room to the left. Thinking the door lead to a staircase or somewhere to go, the actress took a sharp left and reached out with her left hand to turn the old fashioned handle.
Putting pressure on the door so that it would open, she moved forwards but found the door didn't budge. Frowning slightly, she then tried to pull it towards herself rather than away. It opened easily and a look of sheer frusteration was plastered on her pretty face. She felt like a dumbass and made a note to herself to dwell on this later while she stepped into the hall, for what she saw in the Practice Hall was someone that made her anger dissapate for a brief second before flaring up again. Who was that guy and why didn't this door lead to a staircase!?
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Post by pete monroe on Jan 26, 2008 19:49:25 GMT -5
 Nobody knows what waits ahead Beyond the earth and sky Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die _______________________ The problem with Hoffman with as much as they called it a private school and they were so dedicated to there students. They were, don't get me wrong they wanted all of them to succeed most of the time so that they could put their picture up in the hall and tell all their students that some famous person went here and that if they tried hard enough they would make it. Hoffman just wasn't very private. They didn't want their students to live off campus so that they could live in the dorms which weren't private at all. They didn't allow you to lock the doors of the practice room or the stage for the drama majors. It was a complete and total lack of privacy. For Pete who loved his privacy and everything like that just pissed him off.
His black boots were silent as they made their usual treck toward the practice hall. His hard guitar case swung in his hand holding his Fender Jaguar tightly. His black sunglasses were pushed into his dishwater blonde hair. His regular attire, black pants, black dress shirt, and black skinny tie all fitted him to a tea. He looked like a member of The Strokes but more serious. He kept his eyes on his feet as he walked not needing to look where he was going. Before he knew it he was at the practice hall. He had gotten one of the most coveted spots on the list. When you were a senior and teachers respected you like they did Pete, they didn't care if you had erased freshman's names to put your own down. They all just turned a blind eye to it these days.
Pete pushed open the practice room door, the silent room bringing this cynical smile to his face. He took the stairs two at a time up to the stage. He put his case down on the ground and flipping the switch. He pulled out his black guitar, his favorite of the collection his father had left to him. He took the amp from the back of the stage where the musicians stacked millions of pieces of equipment that they didn't need. He choose his favorite amp, the one he had discovered worked the best. He hooked his guitar in, not bringing the mike up the the front yet. He didn't feel like singing today even if singing was his major and he probably needed to work on it. He just worked on scales going up and down. Then when he thought he was ready he brought the mike up, strumming out the first notes of this lullaby he had started working on. He wasn't exactly sure who he had wrote it for yet, and he didn't know if he would ever figure it out. Before he could even utter the first word. His serenity was interrupted by a girl in her very own pair of Johnny Borrell white pants.
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Post by Jayda Inglisse on Jan 26, 2008 22:39:14 GMT -5
Jade eyes narrowed as she studied the guy poised at the mic with his guitar in hand. She shot him an intimidating glare as if it was his fault her day was crap. Jayda huffed in frusteration and turned to exit the practice hall, her hand grasping the handle. Rotating her wrist, she expected the door to open with a click and give way to her escape but to no avail. The handle didn't budge so she rattled it. Nope; this door wasn't opening. She'd some how locked it when she had angrily ripped it open. Great, now she was stuck in here until it was someone else's turn to come in and by the looks of it, they'd be in there for a while.
Turning slowly, she let her jaw open slightly in an irritated expression most knew all too well. Jayda was usually a happy person but one shitty day led to spells of anger and annoyance. She stood infront of the door with her back facing the way out, a sort of blank look on her face as her lips pulled into a sort of grimace. Feeling like a nitwit more than ever now, Jayda decided to listen to what this guy was going to do; either sing or play his guitar.
Her slender body moved forwards now as she came out from her daze. Heeled shoes clacked as they went down towards the stage. Sitting in the second row, she crossed her legs and looked expectantly at the guy. Green eyes studied him once again as she was closer and an eyebrow was raised. She spoke now for what seemed like the first time that day.
Well..? Are you going to practice because we're apparently stuck in here for your session.. Go on then.
Her tone was on the border of snappy and strained as her stress levels sky rocketed. Blazing jade hued eyes were curious, expectant, frusterated and pissed off at the same time as they almost tore through him, waiting for an answer. Yes, she came off as a snob but then again, her fury was getting the best of her. She wasn't like that all the time although usually came off as a snob when first impressions are in hand. Maybe that's why people become defensive when she talks to them.. |
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Post by pete monroe on Jan 26, 2008 22:59:51 GMT -5
Nobody knows what waits ahead Beyond the earth and sky Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die _______________________ To most people Hoffman probably would have been the most private place in the world, away from nagging parents and rambunctious little brothers and sister. A lot of these kids were so messed up that it was just an easy escape from prying eyes. But Pete didn't have that, the most he had was his aunt. Ever since he had become his own guardian, or he had been for the last seven years, but ever since he had inherited all of his parents money freely without the control of his aunt, he really could get away from anyone at anytime. He could leave Hoffman at any time, no one could control him. Most of the kids wouldn't even notice or they would just think that he got sent off to rehab like every other kid in the entire school had been once or twice. He'd heard that Razz Perkins was practically born in rehab. Now this was annoying for someone who normally had his privacy. He let the note go that he was holding with an ugly twang of the strings. He let go of the fretboard to make sure that his sunglasses were still tucked into his dirty blonde hair. The girl turned around and jiggled the door a bit, and Pete turned his head to the side wondering what in the hell did she think she was doing. The practice room was only for musicians, and especially when they had that assigned time. She didn't seem to keen on leaving though, she walked down to the second row of seats, Pete's hazel eyes on her the whole way. When she sat down and crossed her legs, Pete got the impression that she really didn't want to leave. "Practice room is closed," he said tentatively wondering if she was knew to Hoffman and thought this was some sort of private showing. Not on Pete's watch it wasn't. He unhooked his cord from his guitar and took it off from where it hung on his narrow shoulders. "May I help you," he asked in a slightly stuck up voice that didn't belong to him normally. He straighted his black skinny tie on the front of his shirt and took his sunglasses off of his head. He laid his guitar gently down on top of it's case, feeling the girls eyes on him as he shoved the pick into his pocket. "You new?" he asked. Then he rolled his eyes, she probably was. Pete knew this always happened to him, since he was the only decent student who had stuck around for the past four years a lot of the new kids got sent to him so that he could give them the grand tour. They would have chosen Carter Garrett or someone like him, but everyone knew that he was just as much of a druggie as Razz Perkins. God forbid they get any more of them running around the school. Pete shoved his hands in his pockets still standing on stage, although he moved to the stairs so that one foot was still on the stage and one was on the top stair.
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Post by Jayda Inglisse on Jan 26, 2008 23:17:36 GMT -5
Growing up in what some people call hick town, Jayda knew how to take care of herself. She'd been in self defense classes just because her parents were that paranoid and had been almost spoiled until her little sister arrived when she was six. Jayda'd been at the top of her class all through elementary and what part of highschool she'd seen but had taken a particular liking to acting. That was a kind of stress reliever and she felt like she was actually someone.
Jayda was the type of person who had a strong outside but was really a mess underneath her reassuring smile and venomous glares. She'd learned how to hide what she felt through acting and sometimes felt her life was just one play as she jumped from one character to another. One day she'd be the straight A romantic falling in love with her current boyfriend and the next, a self confident 'blonde bombshell'.
Jayda's posture was anything but perfect as she got herself comfortable. Looking a bit confused, she moved her jaw to the right a bit and looked at him at the corner of her eyes. Was he serious? Givng a frown, she stood again and walked towards the end of the row she'd sat in. Hearing his words, a flurry of insults stained her tounge as they threatened to burst out although she swallowed her pride just this once. Opening her mouth to speak, she was once again cut off as he asked if she was new.
Emotionally open eyes flashed viciously as she let her anger get the better of her, again. He was so rude. Giving a frusterated huff, she then spoke; her words were anything but nice.
As a matter of fact I do know this room is closed, thank you very much. No, I don't think a pompous ass like yourself can 'help me' nevermind yourself because, like me, you're stuck in here as well.
She paused for a moment, unconciously taking a step forwards as her anger grew like a fire getting fed gasoline. Her blood thudded loudly in her ears as she felt her face getting hot. This can not be happening. He'll think I'm blushing because of him. She thought angrily and spat a few more words out.
Are you always this arrogant or did mummy and daddy take you to their country club like a little puppet and teach you how to be their protege? I can only guess you went to a private school with your horridly rich friends, going around and asking if you can 'help' people who don't reach your standards. It's quite understandable I guess.. I mean, why talk to someone who'll just throw you down from your pedastal of wealth?
Jayda had let her tounge run away with her again as she shot him a look that seemed like a challenge. Green eyes held his own out of anger and gave no hint of backing down. Her words were well aimed as she had supposed that he had bought his way into this school like everyone else. Just by the look of his guitar she'd labelled him as a money hoarding imbacile but had no idea how off base she really was. |
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Post by pete monroe on Jan 26, 2008 23:47:48 GMT -5
Nobody knows what waits ahead Beyond the earth and sky Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die _______________________ The problem with Pete was that most people could hide how they were falling apart quite well here. The smartest people you wouldn't get that they were breaking off and falling apart. Not Pete. Practically everyone knew that Pete was a mess or just completely and totally messed up to the max. Not that anyone bothered to ask, Pete had made it clear to most that he wasn't interested in talking about why he was a mess. So most people assumed that it was drugs, and that was partly it. Although Pete knew that he could quit the drugs at any time he wanted. He didn't need them to be creative, to make people notice him. He just needed them to let him go for a bit, to try and be closer to everything that he wanted. That's the only reason that he did all the things that he did. It was just to be with them, people didn't get that here. "You shouldn't have been here in the first place," Pete said. He knew that he shouldn't have said that because she didn't seem like the girl to be toyed with. "It even has a nice plaque by the door that says 'Practice Hall'" he said. He knew that it was there because he looked at it everyday he passed, wondering why they even needed to label things here anymore. I guess this was why. He'd never had so many practices in his life interrupted before. It was getting quite annoying, he had been interrupted last week by a girl named Dalia who had come into the hall to get out of the rain, that the understood. Although he was still pissed because he liked to practice at night, when no one else was around. Then her words started to make sense and he remembered that she had kept on rattling the door handle trying to get out, she had freakin locked them in. Great just great. He walked slowly down the stairs and met her where she stood on the second row of seats. His hazel eyes narrowed. He was neither in the mood or had the time to deal with it. The next words bit into him like a poison of the deadliest snake. Even the stupidest of retards knew never to mention to Pete's parents to him. Not unless you had a death wish of some sorts. When Pete had been a freshman and a senior guitarist had insulted his parents, Pete had simply picked up the guy's guitar and smashed it into the wall of the stage. The headmaster had been less than pleased, but he understood that Pete was still adjusting to everything that happened. Pete went up to the girl suddenly aware that he still didn't know her name. His face was inches from hers as he spat these words at her, "I don't care who you are, I don't care if you are richer than the fucking Queen of England. I don't what you say to anyone else, but you keep your fucking mouth shut. Don't even pretend to fucking know me. I was making a fucking friendly gesture and you shot it down. Fuck you" Pete said, the voice that was so unlike his singing voice harsh and it sounded as if he had just run a marathon after. He stepped back after that, putting his hands back in his pockets and walking up to the doors, and jiggling the handle a bit more.
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Post by Jayda Inglisse on Jan 27, 2008 0:09:42 GMT -5
Jayda's thoughts were running through her head and when he approached her, she had to battle her insides to not take a step back. The look he gave her wiped all the comebacks from her lips and left her almost breathless. His words rattled her and she almost felt her body shake with the intensity of them. Apparently, she'd hit a nerve that set him off.
Quite taken aback by his episode, her eyes closed for a moment as he left her standing there to try the handle for hismelf. Her chest rose and fall with her breathlessness from their encounter and she made her way to the stage rather slowly. The palms of her hands rested on the smoothe surface as her muscles were activated to push her body from the ground so that she could take a seat. Legs dangling from the stage, her eyes guarded him with what looked as if she was in a pensive state. Quietly, she spoke, breaking the heavy silence that was pressing upon her.
The door is locked.. we'll have to wait.
The words she spoke were the complete opposite of what she had felt two minutes ago. Her heart ached a bit as she suddenly felt bad for the aggravation she'd caused. Their words affected both of them; she was now thinking of home and the familliar flat prairies with the gophers running about and her Quarter Horse she used to do barrel racing with that was now getting on with age and when she used to race her elementary school boyfriend to 'the oak' and back and win every time. Those were the days where the definition of responsibility wasn't in her vocabulary and the world was her playground. Those were well behind her now and not coming back for a very long time.
Jade eyes moved from her sort of aquaintence to briefly glance around the hall. She'd never been in here for it was for musicians only and guests if they were invited. Her eyes scanned the seats with the padded backs and cushions that made your sit more comfortable, to the stage itself where she was sitting. It was spotless like most of the school although she noticed a reminance of where the mic stand had rested before being moved.
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Post by pete monroe on Jan 27, 2008 0:45:29 GMT -5
Nobody knows what waits ahead Beyond the earth and sky Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die _______________________ Pete didn’t talk to people that way. You might expect it from someone who had all this teenage angst built up inside him. But before his parents had died they had at least taught him the common courtesy of talking to a lady like a lady should be addressed. Pete was even shocked at himself for saying things like that. Sure he knew that he could curse like a salior when he wanted to, but it was mostly for street sense. You never knew when the world fuck would get you out of a pickle. Although it never had in Pete’s recent experience. At her words he pulled his cell phone out, before thinking of how stupid that would be. As if someone would actually come at his beck and call to let them out of the practice hall. They had probably put her up to this. To mess up Pete’s practice time, well it was working that was for sure. He sighed taking his hands out of his pockets once more and flicking them as if to get water off but he was really just trying to shake that feeling. He kicked his black boot against the bottom of the door trying to forget that the girl was still standing behind him. He wrinkled his nose and turned around. She had moved to sit on the edge of the stage and so Pete sat in the very last row of all the chairs. If you’d known Pete long enough you would know that after a fight or when he was in a bad mood he got this snarl about him where he just needed to be by himself. He sat there with his hands in his lap wondering what time was the next musician scheduled to practice. Sometimes if it was a slow day no one would be practicing. Pete sighed and rolled his head back so that it was leaning on the top of the seat. Then he flipped down his black sunglasses that swallowed his whole face. His sigh echoed throughout the whole hall. He had never actually been in the practice hall when he wasn’t practicing. Then he realized that his guitar was still laying out on it’s case on the stage. He debated getting up but decided not to, at least until the girl moved. Then again who knew how long that would be
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Post by Jayda Inglisse on Jan 27, 2008 1:11:44 GMT -5
Jayda, after a minute of sitting on the ledge of the stage, stood up and moved towards the back. She was looking around at what people had left from their practices. Of course she wasn't going to take anything; Jayda had never stolen in her life and didn't intend to in the future. Glancing over her shoulder at her fellow prisoner, she took a deep breath.
Turning around, Jayda moved from the back of the stage to the edge of the front. She hesitated just a little before lightly hopping down. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders and at times, hid her face from embarassment or sheepishness but at this moment, it was flickering away from her calm features.
She was moving up the stairs at a slow pace when the seventeen year old suddenly stopped. Kneeling down, she undid the strap on her left heel in order to slip her foot from the shoe and repeated the same step with her right. Picking up the shoes, she then set them on a nearby chair and then continued on up the stairs towards him. The covering of the stairs felt refreshing on her bare feet as the 5'7" teen closed the gap between herself and the musician.
When she arrived at the row he was sitting in, she went and sat a seat away. Biting her lip in anticipation, she then shifted so that her body was angled towards her aquaintence. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before opening again, letting the jade colour noticeable. She then spoke, her words covering the uneasiness she felt in the pit of her stomach.
I'm sorry for being a bitch.. You caught me on a bad day I guess but I don't want to make excuses.
She hesitated a second before going on again although wondered if he was even listening to her. Jayda never apologized if she thought that she was in the right. Never. That's just how stubborn she could be.
My name's Jayda. Just so you can tell your friends so that they have a name to put to your explaination of why you're late or something.
Jayda's words weren't revised as she spoke of what was on her mind. They held a softness to them that wasn't evident before although it suggested remorse. There was no doubt that he'd go tell his friends what had happened and why he was so late meeting them. This was a great beginning to an even better year. |
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Post by pete monroe on Feb 1, 2008 18:55:46 GMT -5
Nobody knows what waits ahead Beyond the earth and sky Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die _______________________ This was turning into one of the more interesting conversations that Pete had had in a very long time. There were always the super hilarious conversations that you got in when you were smashed, high, or just in a bad mood and this had to be one of them. It wasn't that as if Pete was in a bad mood he really never was most of the time, but this had just put him in an off mood and his blood was boiling from it. He drug his mind away from his he flexed his fingers around his cell phone concentrating on the way his pale skin clung to his bones. Anything to think about something other than the fact he was trapped in the practice hall and he couldn't practice. He was so concentrating on this he didn't notice her sit down next to him until she spoke. "No there is no excuse," he said once she was finished. He stood up abruptly having to step over he legs to get out of the row. He dropped his navy blue and gold cell phone in the process, but he didn't stop to pick it up. What did he care about material possessions he was a millionaire at nineteen. He had all the money he could ever need, and he didn't want it. Money he had gotten from his parent's death. Unfair money, unfair death. He could buy a million new cell phones from what he had gotten. He trudged down the aisle. He heard her introduce herself but he made no move to introduce himself. Sure he wasn't well known he didn't expect people to know him, and he hoped people didn't expect him to know who they were, but at this point manners were out of the window. He took the steps up to the stage two at a time. He started to put the amps away, stacking them on top of each other before bringing the lorry to come back pick them up. He moved them to the back of the stage where he had found them. Then he unhookd the microphone and wrapped the cord around the base. He pushed it off stage. Then he took his guitar into his hands, plucking the strings his expert ear tuning them in just a small amount of time. He didn't have to think about it and so he unsnapped the the locks on his guitar case, and laid it gently back into it's case. It was his favorite guitar that he had gotten from his dad. The rest of them were in his dorm room and some of the pricer ones were back at his aunt's house, the only part of his inheritence that he reallly wanted.
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Post by Jayda Inglisse on Feb 2, 2008 18:44:13 GMT -5
And I hope that you won't hurt me.
Jayda's eyes were cast down as for some reason she couldn't look at his face. All the anger that had made itself present in her veins had gone down to a dull whimper. Her multicoloured hair cascaded down her shoulder and covered some of her face as her view had been cast on the floor. Jade eyes focused on the back of the chair infront of herself and the boy and even when he didn't give an introduction, her vison was set.
Hearing his next words made her tense as if he'd shot her in the back, paralyzing her body. She could hear his every move as if it had been amplified seventy times normal volumed as he stepped over her legs. The sound of the cell phone clattering to the ground snapped her out of her drowning like state, causing her body to jump as a natural reflex to something that was unexpected. Green eyes then moved from their fixed state to watch his tall body as he made his way to the stage. For some reason, she still couldn't move.
Her brain was silent for once as Jayda only watched as he tuned his guitar and packed it up. She'd hit a nerve and wondered what had set him off although it could have been a lot of things. She always let her mouth run off with her without consulting her consience first. The seventeen year old sat just as still, only her chest moving up and down indicating respiration. How could this boy impact her so when her heart should have been stolen by another? She wanted to tell him who she was and maybe he'd listen. Maybe he'd be another Dolon who only partially listened to what she had to say before going on to himself. All she knew was that something was missing and maybe Pete was the one who'd taken it and maybe, just maybe, he could give it back.
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Post by pete monroe on Feb 2, 2008 19:09:51 GMT -5
Nobody knows what waits ahead Beyond the earth and sky Lie-d Lie-d Lie I'm not afraid to die _______________________ There were plenty of hobbies that people had. If you think about them they were mostly stupid, like stamp collecting. The only time that he knew that that was useful was in that movie Charade, and what were the chances that your husband was murdered and he wrote his last letter and posted it with stamps that were worth more than eight million dollars. Anyway back to hobbies if Pete had to name his hobby it would have to be his guitars. You couldn't really call him the collector because his dad had started it but Pete was going to finish it. Thank god his aunt still kept an eye on his accounts for him because if she didn't, he was pretty sure he would have blown three hundred thousand dollars on one of the most priceless guitars. He flipped the latches on his guitar case and took the steps down the aisles more slowly this time. He paced his strings, they were long since he was a tall guy, but he paced them so it took quite a while until he reached the doors. She was still sitting in the chairs. She looked a bit frightened and Pete was almost sorry, but she shouldn't have said those things. He didn't want to sound racist but he was like a black person when it came to his parents. He got over protective even if you just threw in a "Your Mom's..." to a sentence. He knew he shouldn't, but they didn't know how it felt to be twelve and loose the people who you loved beyond imagination. He leaned up against the door, placing his guitar in front of him like a barricade. He was about to start a conversation, or at least tell her his name, but as if by reading his thoughts the door from the other side was jiggled and opened. The face that met Pete's was Jagger Nicholson, he was about as much as a practice nut as Pete, but Pete had heard that Jagger was a scholarship kid with a promise of a record deal after he finished Hoffman. "Thanks mate," Pete said picking up his guitar, not giving a glance toward Jayda. Jagger looked utterly confused but Pete just pushed past him and quickened his pace down the hall.
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Post by Jayda Inglisse on Feb 3, 2008 0:20:11 GMT -5
Jayda's thoughts were swirling about in her head although none of them made any sense what so ever. She didn't know what she wanted which really bugged her to the point where she wanted to scream; although, that would be appropriate in the practice hall. Her ears took in each sound the latches made as they were flipped shut. It was like a cell door was slamming each time and echoed throughout her head.
Jade eyes slipped from Pete's figure to the seat in front of her again as her mind ebbed from the concious to unconcious. She felt like she was drowning all over again. The flash of that day came pouring back. She could see the reeds in the water beside her as she struggled with the water. The sun was burning bright in the sky sending blinding reflections. She didn't know where her father was and as the refreshing liquid pulled her under and attacked her screaming lungs, all her mind could think about was how lovely the sun looked from underneath the surface and how far away it was getting each second. The pounding in her head had become a dull roar and everything became silent. Jayda then felt the strong, reassuring hands of her father as he dove down and grabbed his sinking ten year old, saving her from a watery grave.
Her mind came back from the fateful day and she could still taste the water and feel the intense burning of her throat as each cough threatened to rip her lungs apart. Green eyes filled with a sudden intensity flew over to the now open door to see Pete exit and a stranger stand in the way giving her a look she couldn't understand. Frowning only slightly, Jayda moved from her statue like position and moved towards the isle. She stopped just in time, almost stepping on an expensive looking cellphone. By the looks of it, it was probably the thing that Pete had dropped. She observed the mobile for a moment before bending down and picking it up. Slipping it in her purse, the seventeen year old walked forwards and moved by the one called Jagger and into the hallway. She knew where she was going; everything made sense now. |
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