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She thought about what he said about Mary acting odd. She wondered why. She looked at him with an expression of concern. "You said something about her acting odd. Do you know how?" She chose her words carefully, aware that he might not know what's off, as a show of respect to that. Her concern fueled her curiosity. Yes, she did admire Mary, but her biggest importance to Brooke was how she was important to Jake.
>Oh, yeah. I'm going to Black Falls, guys. Totally sounds like the next horror flick, amirite?
Then she'd pull up her spikey, little, emo boots (since Ugg didn't exactly seem like her style), take a sip of her Starbucks Double Triple-Chino Mocha-Latte Surprise and everything would go happily ever after. But, on a more serious note - if her fath- step-father was the principal then that'd make for an all-new interesting set of pranks and methods of getting off the hook he didn't yet consider. "Sure, I can show you around." He gave her a little suspicious nod as though wanting her to come closer; whether or not she complied, he said in a hushed voice, "Right now.." Bronx looked to his left then the right as though looking for listening ears, "You're in Black Falls High School."
He clicked his tongue and took a few steps back, toward his class, "Meet up with me after school and I'll continue the tour." The offer was up then and while the first bit didn't seem too.. ground-breaking, Tremmy knew a great deal about the town; land-marks to look for, where /not/ to buy food aaand all the best spaces for camping out in the event of zombie apocalypse or angry villagers or whatever.
Just then, she came across Mary. Ali didn't like the looks of her... probably because she assumed Mary was popular. But something in her gut told her to stay away from somebody like that.
Science, a class he loved—and hated. A term which he used in most conversations due to the fact that they taught things of no common use to one of such a fond connection the world of science, but somehow, it created him to get into the many topics and actually raise his hand with the intention to speak, rather than go hide in the bathroom until the class had finalized. He took a first step, as if he were to be a toddler learning to walk, and so then, he entered the classroom. It was empty, and he was still early. It was too late to exit, for the teacher had seen him and gestured for him to take any seat available. Fantastic. A student would be forced to sit next to him, and he could see the way they stared at him with disgust, for he were to be one of the many low-class of the building, if their were to be a society in such a school.
Science, a class he loved—and hated. A term which he used in most conversations due to the fact that they taught things of no common use to one of such a fond connection the world of science, but somehow, it created him to get into the many topics and actually raise his hand with the intention to speak, rather than go hide in the bathroom until the class had finalized. He took a first step, as if he were to be a toddler learning to walk, and so then, he entered the classroom. It was empty, and he was still early. It was too late to exit, for the teacher had seen him and gestured for him to take any seat available. Fantastic. A student would be forced to sit next to him, and he could see the way they stared at him with disgust, for he were to be one of the many low-class of the building, if their were to be a society in such a school.
Geez, such an easy target but.. surely, Bronx wouldn't. Would he?
Maybe not this time, but he would do something else.
Spotting the actual teacher approaching the door, a large grin played on Tremmy's face as he got up, calling across to the class he'd help the sub find the class. Some of his classmates knew what this meant and began applauding his /courteous/ nature. They knew he was going to pull some world-class trick on the guy; maybe douse him with oil and feathers or get him to reveal he couldn't stand the actual science teacher's knack for exploring their nasal cavity during class or.. even more outrageous.
Or, that's what would happen if he wasn't already such a pain to everyone else. Instead, the class fell into an even quieter murmur than the din that rose after the substitute teacher's blunder.
Well, it didn't matter, did it? He was going to miss a few minutes of class regardless.
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Bronx and the teacher marched through the hall, taking the free chance to wave to Mary in the hall.. only she seemed a bit spacier than normal. "Happy birthday Mary.. I guess." As much as he wanted to abuse the naivety of this teacher - he surely couldn't start having deep, meaningful conversations in the middle of the hall when both (or three) of them had classes to get to. Continuing on, he led the teacher to a class that had another certain pale-faced kid who may've been every bit as frightened.
Donnie Darko. Wait, that's not the one. Donnie... something...
He couldn't recall and it wasn't as if they were tight mates or anything; in fact, he knew Donnie the same way most everyone else did, through non-association. It was a bit cruel, he thought, but still.. everyone was fair game to Madz.
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