((Okay :) I don't understand what you are doing though, working off movies and tv for this or for school? I'm confused!))
A teacher was yelling at Leah for not paying attention in class while everyone else had left already. "Really Leah. Try to pay attention in class okay?" Leah felt the familer tingle and nodded wearily. "Go on now." Leah praticaly ran from the classroom and found Braendon. "Gosh i hate that class!" She exlaimed walking out with him.
(I'm homeschooled, so I don't really know how public schools work nowadays.)
"Yeah, I know. The last class of the day makes everything go slower, so you go off into Lala Land, and they just don't understand why you do it!" replied Braendon, "So, you ready?"
((Oh I get what you were say now. Kinda cool that you were homeschooled :) But high school isn't too hard to understand as long as you know how the periods work, which I presume you have learned from tv? If you need to ask any questions feel free :) ))
Leah smiled, but she didn't say why she really hated it. "Yup I'm ready, though I don't want to do any more homework." Leah started to walk out into the bright sunlight.
((Do you want them to walk home or take the school bus?))
(Uh, I say walk. Oh, and I was wondering; are schools still prone to fistfights in other areas? It happens a lot at the middle and high schools in my town.)
Braendon walked next to Leah and sucked in the fresh air. School always smelled like cleaner to him, so he especially savored the fresh air outside after eight hours inside.
((I live in Connecticut and my school does not have any fistfights or anything. But I know someone who transfered from a school quite close, and viloence was an everyday thing. So it really depends on the school. This here can have fistfights if you want :) ))
Leah walked next to Braendon savoring the fresh air, but also starting to wonder about stupid things, was there anything on her face, was her hair okay? She blinked a couple of times to rid herself of these thoughts, and then her phone rang.
(That's fine, I guess. I was really just wondering 'cause that's a regular occurence. The other day, my cousin said a kid just strolled up to him and asked to fight, just as casually as asking for the time of day. When my cousin declined, he just shrugged and walk away. So, yeah, everyday occurence.)
Braendon paused. "Who is it?" he asked. His hat slid a bit, and he shoved it down on his head.
((Oh wow... yea where I am it is not like that! It's sad though the way he just ask for a fight like someone might ask for some change. Out of curiousty, are you a boy or a girl? You don't have to answer if you don't want to :) ))
Leah pulled out her phone, looked at the number thn shoved it quickly back into her pocket, trying to hise the tremble in her hand. "Oh no one I really want to talk to." She said vagualy.
(Girl. Just a girl who's into a lot of shounen and seinen-directed stuff, as evidenced by my ever-expanding manga collection.)
Braendon shrugged. "Okay then.." he said, and continued walking. Odd, he thought. "Hey, you wanna check out something I found walking around town the other day?"
((I'm a girl too, I'm into animes but not magna so much :) ))
Leah kept walking and went to ask something, but changed her mind. Instead she said, "Yes, it'll be fun." She smiled, though she obviously wasn't quite in the present, zoneing out a little bit.
(Well, if I could watch more anime online, I probably wouldn't be either. But since it eats up a lot of bandwidth, so Mom gave it a thumbs down.)
"Okay then!" said Braendon. He started to head to the old abandoned park and into the woods, where there was a small, animal-made trail. He turned and said, "Be careful, there's a lot of thorn vines on the ground. It doen't sound bad, but they'll trip you in a minute."
Leah nodded feeling a tingle in her stomach. Leah stared at the ground while she walked carefuly watching each step almost obsseivly. Breaking her concentration the slightest bit she said, "where are we going anyway?"
Braendon turned and grinned. "It a surprise!" he said in a jokey, creepy voice. "We're almost there." He walked out of the woods and into a clearing. There was a small cottage there, and it looked cheery, yet out-of-place. He walked over and cautiously opened the door. "Anyone home?" he said, seemingly to the air.
Leah carefuly stepped into the clearing. Hearing Braendon she bit her lip, he seemed a little, unusaul. "Um why are you talking to the air?" Leah asked feeling a tingal in her stomach grow to a pull. Carefuly placing her feet, she stepped up next to him.
"I'm not." he said. Suddenly, an older woman jumped out and screamed, "Boo!!" She looked ghastly, with wild white hair and clad in a long black dress. She rushed towards Leah.
Braendon tried to keep a straight face, but he couldn't help it. He started to laugh. The 'insane woman' stopped short. "Aw, ya ruined it!" she scolded, a slight twang of Irish in her voice. She yanked off the mask she'd been wearing to reveal butty brown hair with streaks of grey and forest green eyes. She took off the flowy black dress, dressed in jeans and a tunic. "Sorry! It was just...seeing you like that..."
The tingal in Leah's stomach grew to needles poking her skin. She stumbled away from the insane woman, her eyes wide, but still placing her feet carefuly. Leah was trembling and still trying to back away even as Braendon started to laugh and the woman stopped. The feeling in her stomach was starting to spread, and Leah turned to try and run.
Braendon wheeled around and grabbed Leah's arm. "Wait! I'm sorry, it was just a joke!"
The feeling in Leah stomach disappeared imetaitly, and she let out a sigh of reilfe. She smiled faintly and punched his arm lightly. "Not funny!" She turned to the old woman, who her fear of seemed to have just disappeared, "Really, that wasn't funny!"
"Sorry!" said Braendon, "Bad first impressions." He gestured to the woman. "This is my aunt Wendy. She and my uncle just moved here." Wendy walked over, face bright red. "Sorry!" she said. She gestured to the house. "Please, come inside."
Leah walked into the house, slightly ashamed of looking like such a scardy cat, but after all she couldn't help it, Braendon had told her to be careful. Causiously she stepped into the house, unsure of to expect.