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Jodie began doodling idly on the cover of her notebook; her eyes were carefully focused on the pattern she was drawing when a ball of paper came down in front of her desk. She sat there utterly confused as she opened it cautiously as to not cause a scene: Welcome to Messalonskee. Where are you from? It read in slanted cursive, but who could have sent it to her?
Curious, she looked over shoulder at him; Richards eyeing her in salutation. It didn't take Jodie long to realize that the note had been from him. She looked away quickly for she hadn't realized how long she had been staring, then scribbled briskly (liverpool.) before sending it back toward him. When she turned to see if he had gotten it, Mrs. Rita looked up from the board and eyed Richards suspiciously. Course, she paid little if not, no attention to Jodie. She was the newbie of the school and clearly wasn't yet to be picked on.
"Richards? What can possibly be more-" she was interrupted by the sound of the bell. "Have a good day everyone and Richards, I want you focusing next time." She told him as everyone began shoving their notes in their bags. Jodie copied them. And soon she was out of her seat. Fluidly, she rose, her satchel flung over her shoulder, and she was out the door before anyone else was out of their seat.
Curious, she looked over shoulder at him; Richards eyeing her in salutation. It didn't take Jodie long to realize that the note had been from him. She looked away quickly for she hadn't realized how long she had been staring, then scribbled briskly (liverpool.) before sending it back toward him. When she turned to see if he had gotten it, Mrs. Rita looked up from the board and eyed Richards suspiciously. Course, she paid little if not, no attention to Jodie. She was the newbie of the school and clearly wasn't yet to be picked on.
"Richards? What can possibly be more-" she was interrupted by the sound of the bell. "Have a good day everyone and Richards, I want you focusing next time." She told him as everyone began shoving their notes in their bags. Jodie copied them. And soon she was out of her seat. Fluidly, she rose, her satchel flung over her shoulder, and she was out the door before anyone else was out of their seat.
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Riley found himself glancing across to her. Her back was turned to him and she wasn't sneaking peeks at him, like she had done so before, but he knew she had felt the urge to do so. He just sat there, waiting for the perfect moment for it to happen. Unlike most girl's whom seemed to be rather attractive, this one seemed different. Her straight, dark brown hair cascaded down her back. Her skin was fairly tanned. She suddenly gazed up; her eyes peering around the room. She looked at this kid across the room, and then her eyes flicked to meet his once more for a fraction of a second until she immediately looked away, but it had been too late. Her image had already been locked in his mind as if he'd taken a snapshot. He remembered her brown eyes and the dark shadows under those eyes. Her features were straight, perfect, angular.
But why couldn't he look away? Something about her was memorizing, especially her eyes. He began scrutinizing her simple movements, how she'd let her hair fall over her left shoulder, making a curtain to block out attention from the other students, how she was fidgety and often had looked down to fiddle her small, slender finger across the evenly, trimmed ends of her hair.
Everything she did seemed to have been done cautiously with grace. That is until the bell had rang, making him jump. He quickly replaced his belongings in his sack and headed out the door without looking back.
But why couldn't he look away? Something about her was memorizing, especially her eyes. He began scrutinizing her simple movements, how she'd let her hair fall over her left shoulder, making a curtain to block out attention from the other students, how she was fidgety and often had looked down to fiddle her small, slender finger across the evenly, trimmed ends of her hair.
Everything she did seemed to have been done cautiously with grace. That is until the bell had rang, making him jump. He quickly replaced his belongings in his sack and headed out the door without looking back.