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Post by Melissa Harding on Jan 19, 2008 23:01:34 GMT -5
 “ I told him I couldn’t lie, he was the only one for me”
Melissa Harding could remember when she got her first pet, and every time she thought of it she smiled. It was a German-Sheppard puppy, and although she doesn’t like puppies now, she loved it at the time. She called him Woof, which made her smile whenever she heard it now that she was older. Who ever heard of a dog called Woof? Mel could remember naming the little puppy, and taking him for walks and rolling on the grass with him as kid. They tried to include him in their games and a horse, or even an evil minion, but he was a very bad actor. He couldn’t do anything properly without either breaking something or getting into trouble and that’s why Mel liked him so much, he was very much like her. His fur was soft, and he was always playful. She used to sprint along the road with him every day, and soon she became faster but so did he.
Melissa could think of a lot about that puppy, he was in her life for two years. He grew and so did she, he the student and she the teacher. But sometimes the dog even taught her. He learnt how to catch a rabbit when she was with him, it was hard and she didn’t often get one because you had to find one first, but she could catch one, and that was satisfying enough. One day however, Melissa and Woof were chasing rabbits and the dog was shot by a farmer hoping to kill one of the furry critters. Melissa cried and cried, nobody understood her loss, Woof was her best friend. The farmer apologized, but said that it was a blessing he hit the dog and not the girl. At the time, Melissa would have preferred it the other way. Melissa had tried to learn then not to rely on people.
Mel was in class, but it wasn’t uncommon for her thoughts to be elsewhere. Only two things got her through the classes, and her thoughts were one of them. Without them, not only would she be bored to death, but she also wouldn't have a head start on the other actors who often lack imagination. It's not that working toward her dream was boring, but learning stuff she already knew and waiting for the other students to catch on to what the teacher was talking about was excruciating. The teachers could tell when she was frustrated and when she wasn’t trying, and they always tried to talk to her or make the class move on, thinking that that would help. Psh. the only thing that would help would be if they just gave her a scholarship now and let her leave. But nobody said that getting her dream would be easy and painless.
The other thing was ofcourse, a boy. His name was Reed Thomson, and Melissa had been crazy for him since the first time they met. They were both actors, so it wasn’t hard for them to think of a conversation topic, but because he was an actor, he would be harder to impress. Mel had often thought about him during class, and she wondered if he thought about her. She was once again absorbed in her thoughts, until she was snapped out of it by a teacher. “Melissa Harding!!” She yelled, and started giving her the big ‘a lot of kids would kill for you position and talent’ speech, and Mel pretended she cared. She nodded her head, her eyes glassy as she continued with her thoughts. It was until she pictured the room empty was she at peace, she was finally free.
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Post by reed thomson on Jan 19, 2008 23:08:48 GMT -5
Reed Thomson [/font][/i][/b]    [/center] Tapping his pencil atop the old wooden desk he sat at, Reed found himself reading the finny sentences and names people had carved into the hard material. Several times in fact, he nearly laughed aloud at the stupid things some people thought of. Proposals through ink. Crushes revealed. Tiny three lined stories. Seeing as this was a school for the arts, everyone that attended seemed to be pretty creative in their own ways making desk reading almost like a sport for Reed Thomson, as he often sat in different desks each class he attended. Today however, he was in his theatre group which consisted of about thirty driven cinematic and stage centred teenagers eager to… er, learn. Well, to be honest it was hard to consider what they were doing learning. Lately, this class had consisted on a lot of note taking and definitely not enough hands on experience, or at least not enough for Reed’s taste. A few needy teachers pets seemed attentive, raising their hands with anticipation, hoping to be the next one picked. However, Reed had no worries about squeezing his way into the industry, so he decided it would be much easier not to try so hard.
His mind drifting once more, Reed peered out the window he’d decided to sit next to that day and watched as several students who appeared to be on their lunch breaks sat and talked about all things controversial and interesting. He pictured himself joining them, simply leaping from the window and trotting over to join their various circles. However, many of them seemed like people he wouldn’t particularly get along with, so thoughts of this were soon terminated from his mind. However, he could spot a few guys from the soccer team in the distance working on some drills, which slightly brought the hope back up. Though usually the guys he ended up being team mates with were retards anyways, they were better then the freaky music dorks or the mimes that seemed to roam the hallways at Hoffman. He couldn’t stand them.
Searching around the classroom, he gave himself a mental tour using only his eyes. It all seemed to be exactly the same as when he’d left it the previous day, other then the fact that today he was looking at it at a different point of view, seeing as yesterday he’d been sitting at almost the very front as he’d been moved for talking to some girl by their bitchy drama instructor. He rolled his eyes at the thought, her in her ugly puke green robe standing at the front of the class, looking at them through out of date, thick rimmed half moon spectacles. He was sick of having to hear her high singsong voice, and having to look at her horrendous body and clothing choices. Why did he have to end up with her? The other drama teacher seemed much more promising, as whenever he saw her in the hall he got slightly hot under the collar. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. Nothing like a teacher fantasy to get you right back into your element.
Continuing his wander, he couldn’t help but notice that Melissa happened to be sitting in a nearby desk looking frazzled, yet distant. However, looking at her he noticed that she made the whole uninterested open mouthed look completely sexy. Meeting the girl a while back, almost right when he started at Hoffman he knew that there would eventually be some sort of chemistry between them. They seemed like a match made in heaven, to be honest. She had a gorgeous face and a sexy body. He boasted the same features. She was a talented and respected actress. He could say the same about himself. Though she wasn’t exactly into sports as deeply as he would have liked, she still had a little something in her that made him sweat and crave her. She knew he was into it, but naturally she could be a tease at times. On days like that, he would simply use the jealousy factor of life. Get a hot blonde on your arm, make the girl you really like get a nasty case of the green eyed monster. Simple.
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Post by Melissa Harding on Jan 22, 2008 3:19:01 GMT -5
“ I told him I couldn’t lie, he was the only one for me”
Melissa Harding hated being stuck in a classroom, even if it was the theatre. The feeling on confinement, and the knowledge that if you try to escape you will be cooped up again in detention. Detention wasn’t that bad, and compared to here, it might even be paradise. Melissa sat, her elbow on the table and her head in her hand watching the other scribble into the table. Every time Mel sat on a table, she would write a story about Bob, a little character of hers. She would draw a little stick figure and a story to match. Mel had already sat on this table, so a story of Bob was already here, she absent mindedly scribbled over her stick figure, hoping that she would be able to escape class soon. As she looked down at Bob, she remembered when her and her friend had made him.
It was a normal day for them, their parents talking about boring gossip with a coffee in hand. Melissa and Stacey were best friends back then, and when they weren’t playing games they would draw on the inside back of her wardrobe, hidden from her mother and just for them to see. They wrote all sorts of little notes and messages, most of them saying BFF. They made Bob, and they both swore to put it on every table they sat at. They both agreed, and they both did write a story about Bob on every table, repeating themselves sometimes. So, all was great between her and her friend, looking at tables and seeing that they had already sat there, it was a nice feeling to get. But, of course, Mel and Stace had a fight, and they both haven’t spoken to each other since. Melissa still wrote Bob on the tables, and she was sure that Stacey wouldn’t but she had made an agreement. And she has kept it.
Melissa looked around the room but something made her look back. Reed Thomson was in the classroom after all, looking at her. She casually kept her gaze going around the room to make it look like she wasn’t looking back at him. She couldn’t help but smile a little, her mouth still a little open. She was staring down at the desk again, and began scribbling over Bob again, her heart beating a little faster because of him. She couldn’t help but wonder whether he was looking back at her, or was he staring at someone else. She couldn’t check without giving herself away, and she had her sexy pose back on, and she couldn’t risk loosing it to a gigantic, scarily big smile. She gave a small yawn, her chest puffing out and her head tilting back, trying to make herself look desirable which she was doing quite well.
The temptation was too much to resist, so she ripped a page out of the back of her book. She tapped the page with her pen for a while, trying to think of something witty to write. She began to write, her nice, loopy but still cluttered writing. Finally she finished, she folded the note into a paper airplane and she threw the note across to Reed with such accuracy that it hit him square in the forehead. She’d have to hope he didn’t call out or anything otherwise she would be turned into toast. She could see from here that her paper plane was perfectly made, courtesy to her brothers forcing her to make so many for them. She smiled, hopefully he would write back, therefore making her class more interesting then the last. She looked back down at her desk, scribbling over Bob again, she could just imagine Reed reading the note now, and she wondered whether he’d be smiling or not.
“Reed, you had better not look any closer at me, or you’ll start to drool soon. Or is that over our teacher, because she’s such a sexy beast” she would laugh if she got a note like that, she’d write the first thing that came to her head as a witty comeback. The comment about the teacher she found particularly funny, because their teacher was uglier then a wet mop. She stared at her desk, but focused her eyesight in the corner of her eye, hoping to see that white bit of paper come back soon. She sat back in her desk, slightly leaning, and a small smile on her face as she stared at the teacher, trying to decipher the amount of bullshit coming from her mouth.
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Post by reed thomson on Jan 22, 2008 19:57:42 GMT -5
Reed Thomson [/font][/i][/b] [/center] Looking about once more, Reed decided to simply settle himself down and take some time to throw a splash of his creative side into the mix of the class. Watching their teacher carefully, he squinted trying to catch every curve and lump of her body in his memory. She was very lumpy indeed. Once he’d accomplished this, he tore a crumpled piece of paper from a notebook he had containing some short monologues and such that he’d written for class. Retrieving a sharpie from his backpack as well, he popped the top, took a whiff of the marker, and began to scribble down his teacher in doodle form on the blank canvas. Reed had always been good at doodles. So go in fact, that a lot of the time people would tell him he should take a few courses in art or graphic designing. However, drawing had never really been a passion of his. More like a small hobby that he didn’t care for so much that it could be anything more then just that. There were too many artists in the world, anyways. How many of them truly got famous? Not too many. He didn’t want to risk a failed career, let alone a fail at life.
Watching his hand work across the page with swift sweeping movements, the simple sketch he’d had at first suddenly warped itself into so much more. Somehow, the teacher had sprouted bat wings, along with a tail and six more eyes. His imagination had unleashed it’s brutal powers, and he worked and worked to make the woman look more and more repulsive. Not that she needed much help with that, in the first place. He could recall sitting in this class not too long ago, and passing notes with a buddy of his who didn’t seem to be at school today. He had made the kid sick to his stomach while writing about the teacher, and the guy’s sexual fantasies with her. It hadn’t even taken much, either. The best part was, he actually had to ask to be excused, as he rushed himself to the washroom to throw up. What a laugh that was. Reed made a mental note to himself to remember to show him this sketch later at football practice. Nothing better then a big strong defensive liner turning green in the face at the sight of a simple drawing. Coward.
After hacking away at his page for a while longer, Reed began to find himself growing tired of the act he was pursuing. Now that he looked at it, the paper had come alive. Writing their teachers name in neat cursive at the top, he snickered a bit at his work, and folded it neatly, sticking it in his front pocket for later. It was crucial that he didn’t lose the thing. Finally deciding to buckle down and listen, Reed sat back in his chair and began to relax. However, his chill mood was suddenly interrupted by a soft tap on his forehead. Looking around then finally to his feet, he realized someone had thrown a paper airplane at him and it must have hit him, seeing as the tip of the plane was slightly crumpled and distraught. He bent down curiously and picked it up, beginning to unfold it. Who could it be from? Was it even for him? These secrets lay inside the “walls” of the plane, and he was suddenly very eager to discover the answers to his endless questions.
Finally opening it after struggling a few times, Reed began to read the loopy writing scrawled across the paper. He smiled as he read, and nearly laughed aloud before remembering that he was in a classroom. Of course it was from Melissa, who else would be so clever as to send him a message through the sky. Opening his sharpie back up and smiling at the familiar popping noise the lid made as it jumped off the end of the marker, he wrote back in thick black writing. Though it was neat, it was harder to read for it’s thickness made it strange to look at. Nevertheless, he figured Melissa would be smart enough to get it. Staring? You need to get your eyes checked, gurl. I did see you looking my way a couple times, though. I don’t blame yah. Im a hoooottay. :] Smiling, he folded it back up to its original form and sent it soaring above heads back to wear Melissa was pearched. Nice throw.
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Post by Melissa Harding on Jan 24, 2008 18:07:08 GMT -5
"I told him I couldn’t lie, he was the only one for me" ___________________
Melissa Harding was beginning to hate this teacher fast, it would have been so much easier if she had had the nice one. She probably would have actually been interested in what she had to say, and she wouldn’t repeat the same statement over and over and over like this teacher. She had a strong resemblance to a frog, but Melissa had better not say that because no frog could be that ugly. What do people think when they get up in the mornings and look in the mirror, and do their hair, do they think they are attractive, or have they accepted the fact that they are tragically ugly. Or maybe they don’t think about their appearance at all, and just get on with their day. Well, is Melissa was that hideous, she would probably do the same, but luckily for her, she wasn’t.
Melissa once again sat with her head I her right hand and had her elbow rested on the table. She pretended to be looking at the teacher, but her eyes were glassy and everyone that looked closely could see that she wasn’t actually concentrating. But when she looked around the room, she saw pretty much everyone doing the same thing, something other then listening to the teachers ramblings. Some were daydreaming liker her, others were scribbling on the table, some had taken Reed and her’s idea and were passing notes, and someone was counting how much chewing gum was under his table. Disgusting. Melissa watched him with curiosity for a while, a little repulsed but more interested. he was completely occupied by the chewing gum, she couldn’t help but notice that he was already chewing, was it one from underneath the table or a new one? Doesn’t matter, he stuck it under there anyway. Disgusting.
Melissa saw the note flying towards her and it landed right on her desk. She read what he wrote, it was in thick, black writing. She smiled and looked over at Reed, rolling her eyes, but secretly she agreed. But she wasn’t going to go and write that, I mean, she has some dignity. She began to think of an amusing reply, and it took her a while, but she got the perfect reply. She crossed out “hoooottay” and put “douche-bag” above, and then wrote underneath “how true. ;] And maybe I was looking at you for educational purposes, I could be writing a documentary of some of our schools ‘special’ students. And you wouldn’t know I was looking at you if you weren’t looking at me ;]” She smiled and refolded the note, it wasn’t in perfect shape any more, but it was still going to be able to get to Reed. She threw the note, and it landed on his shoe. Not the best throw, but hopefully he would pick it up before the teacher notices or they were both toast.
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