doodling was my favorite hobby. In fact, most of the papers in my binder were doodles. and the notes were almost undistinguishable from the doodles that i would draw in the margins. The teacher, Mr.Shwazin, was droning on about the french revolution or something, I wasnt really paying attention. (i was in science) Before i realised it i had started to doodle. I looked down to find an almost perfect replica of that girls blue bike. Everything from the patch on the front tire to the scratch where the bike had hit my board. Why did i draw that? Weird. And when did i get such a good look at the bike? How did i know every detail? Something about the memory made my stomach flutter. Weird. Well it was settled. The next morning i would find that girl. I wrote the numbers 22041 down on my paper and circled them. Well that was settled. I looked up at the clock and groaned. "35 minutes left!' i groaned. "yes. do you have something to contribute Mr.Dolley? asked mr.Shwazin. "umm no sir." i replied frantically. "well then be quiet!" "yes sir." i replied and sunk back into my desk.
Eventually the bell rang and I turned to my friend immediately. "...Notes?..." I whispered. He sighed loudly, annoyed. I look at him nervously and glanced at the Mr. Shwazin, who wasn't paying attention. I motioned for the notes as everyone rushed around in the room for the door. I felt like some sort of drug dealer, grabbing the notes from his hand and shoving them into my coat. He zipped up his backpack and we headed for opposite doors; there was two exits to the room and we had different home rooms. I pushed through the door quickly, eager to get out of science. I should have payed more attention to where I was going. It was like fate wanted me to hurt people today. The minute I swung the door open, it hit some girl in the nose and she screamed, blood immediately gushing out. "ARRGH!" I groaned in frustration, "I'm so, so sorry! Are you alright?" She looked at me dumbfounded. Then it hit me, her nose was raining blood! Idiot! I picked up her papers and reached into my backpack for the tiny pack of travel tissues. I held them out, winded for some reason. She snatched them angrily and stomped on my foot, blood dripping from her hand that covered her nose. She proceeded to march into Mr. Shwazin. "AP Office, both of you," he said annoyed. Did he think I hit her? Oh no! I opened my mouth to explain the problem, but right then the girl started to cry. What is it with girls and crying? It only makes things worse!!! He frowned and used all of his might to yell, "NOW!" with the tiniest bit of emotion. Hm, well that's the angriest I'd ever seem him. I began to walk away but the girl pushed past me. Who even was this girl? I walked to the AP Office in shame. So many confusing questions rang through my head. Who is that girl? How much trouble am I going to be in? How can I get myself out of this one? What is she going to tell the principal? And of course, the classic, why me? This wasn't the girl from this morning, but it might as well have been. She had long, curly blonde hair that framed her bloody face perfectly. Her cheeks were flushed red, obviously because she was upset. I entered the room and sat down in the chair across the room for her. Meanwhile, the notes were in my pocket. But I had long since forgotten this. I glanced at my shoes: beaten and dirty. Nothing really to be concerned about, but this always bugged me. Look somewhere else. I looked up at the painting above the place where the girl was sitting. Our school mascot, a cartoon of a jaguar, was painted in a football helmet. Ironic, because we don't even play football here. My eyes wandered down to where she was sitting, tears ran down her face, and her shoulders shook every time she took a breathe. A tear ran down her cheek, leaving a streak of skin clean where her hand had smeared some blood. Oh, God, why did I have to hurt someone pretty? Idiot. She looked up at me and stopped crying for a second. I looked away as fast a possible. Idiot, didn't I know it's rude to stare? I leaned back and closed my eyes.
If y'all can name the principal something simple like Smith or whatever that'd be great. And can you make the principal notice the notes in his pocket, and cheating a huge issue. Unless you just wanna write a tiny bit about the experience in the AP office and the teacher coming in or whatever. I can continue the principal part if you add some context. Thanks!
ok so i am up next i will update it soon.
nice job kiki :]
The image of the girl on the blue bike kept replaying in my mind. What was with me and girls today? Already my day had been turned upside down after only first period! I opened my eyes again to find the blonde girl staring straight at me. She wasn't crying anymore, just watching me. Almost like a tiger watches their prey. With curiosity that could kill. I tried to look away but she was still staring at me. I couldn't take it anymore. "What is your deal?" I asked. Almost as soon as the words left my mouth i tried to suck them back in. "What is my deal!" she was furious. "You hit me with a fuc.king door!" "so ecscuse me if i seem a little upset!" Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! what was wrong with me? "well it was an accident." i said meekly. "yeah whatever" she snapped. "Im really sorry," I said. "Sorry!" Somehow i seemed to have made her even more mad at me. "sorry dosen't fix my face!" She screamed. "Ill never be pretty again!" she whined. Wow this girl was more shallow than i thought. The door opened to the principals office and a secretary came out. "Ryan Dolley and Trisha Woods?" Trisha. So that was her name. "here." She said, still holding her nose. "You two need to fill out an incident report." said the secretary lady as she handed us two clipboards. "Can't I go to the nurse?" whined Trisha. "I am the nurse" said the secretary. The school must have been low on employees. "Well do something!" Trisha screamed. I could already tell that she was one of those kind of girls. "Here have an icepack." snapped the secretary. she threw a blue object at Trisha who flailed wildly, obviously she was not very coordinated, trying to catch it. The icepack hit her square in the face. I tried to hold back a laugh. Her mouth was hanging open like a fish. "but." she started to reply but the door to the office slammed shut. "Hmph!" she said, crossing her arms and frowning.
I was thinking that Ryan could meet like 3 girls today and then become friends with them later or something. also it is technically not bad's turn but i guess he wants us to skip him.
Good idea, I'm thinking the girl on the blue bike should be related to the Trisha (Patricia? Is it short for that?) and the other (the other two could be twins). TGOTBB (the girl on the blue bike) could be the twins' cousin. Ill start working on this immediately.
yes they should all be sisters!i was thinking that! like tripolets
I sighed. Today was barely beginning and this was already happening. I knew the minute I got home my mom would be angry. She was always angry, with a drink in one hand and a fist as the other. I shook my head. Don't think about that right now, focus on the current situation. I filled out my paper slowly, not particularly meaning to. NAME: Ryan....REASON FOR VISIT: Accidentally hitting a girl in the nose with a door? I yawned loudly and looked over at her. She yawned too, then wiped her nose. I looked back at my paper and continued to fill it out. REPORT INCEDENT...NAMES OF THOSE INVOLVED...SENT BY... My letters ran off the lines and into the margin. I drew a little surprised boy looking down at the words. He seemed fascinated by the letter. Just then, for one second, the little boy turned his head and looked up at me. I blinked, he was back where I drew him. I dropped my clipboard loudly to the ground in shock, and Trisha looked up at me. "What the..?" I grabbed my paper immediately, face red, embarrassed by her comment. Idiot. Couldn't she tell I just dropped it? Or... Or maybe I threw it.. No. I dropped it. I shook my shoulders a little and sat up straight, pulling one knee up to lean the clipboard upon. Next thing I knew, there was the girl's long red curls swaying in pencilled wind. I opened my eyes wider to examine what I drew. Then Trisha set her clipboard down loudly, snapping my attention away from the doodles I'd made. I glanced at the clock. "Oh, shoot," I muttered under my breathe. The bell for second period had rang fifteen minutes ago, but I was too busy to notice. There was no way I'd make it back to class on time anymore. I finished filling out the paper and set my clipboard down on the chair next to me, quietly. I looked at the painting across the room again. This time, the cougar opened its mouth, yawning, while it stretched. "WHAT!?" I practically yelled, and my eyeballs practically bulged out of my head. Trisha, pissed off, replied "WHAT DO YOU FREAKING WANT!?," thinking I was addressing her. I apologized, careful not to blink at the painting. The cougar waved its tail. I blinked. Back to normal. I was probably just stressed out a bit. I leaned back, closing my eyes just as the secretary entered. "Wake up," she said loudly. I opened my eyes agitated. "The principal will see Ryan first, then you Trisha. Bring your clipboard," she added as I began to stand up. I took it off the seat and walked through the swing gate. It reminded me of when you walk through the airport for security, terrified for no reason. I had no reason to be scared...right? We turned down a hallway, then into another hallway, and then she stopped. "Second door down. I'm watching." I walked to the door and pointed. "This?" She crossed her arms and nodded. I went inside. The principal was loud and tall. I'd never seen them before and wasn't sure what to expect. "Come in," she bellowed. So it's a girl! Woman are better at understand...right? "Give me your clipboard." Her chair turned around, and I slid the clipboard across the table, taking a seat in one of the cushioned green chairs. I took a better look at her. She was thin and had little makeup on. She has a landyard around her neck that led to a nametag. Miss Lowell. Her jacket was black, with a low cut white shirt underneath. She was very professional looking and... Just the slightest bit attractive. For a principal, that is. Her brown her was straight and long, cascading just around her neck. I shifted my gaze to her face, and she was looking right at me. My face turned a little red, and I stammered, "I-I was reading your nametag." She looked down, then back up. "Well Ryan, why don't you tell me why you're here." I cocked my head slightly left, an old habit. "Isn't it already on the paper I gave you?" She looked at me harshly, and I squirmed. "I'm here because I accidentally hit a girl in the nose with a door." She crossed her arms, turning the clipboard over. "Then why were you sent to me, if it was an accident?" Shoot. "I'm here because she started screaming, and then she stomped on my foot, which could use some ice, and my science teacher thought we were fighting." She nodded slowly, "Go on. What happened." I fiddled with my thumbs, itching to draw. "I opened the door too fast, accidentally smacking her. I guess she was walking really fast too, or she might've seen it." Miss Lowell observe my actions, looking for something to point out the truth. She looked at the papers sticking out of my pocket. "What are those?" I started to shake a little, trying not to have a heart attack. "What?" "The papers in your left pocket. What are those?" I bounced my leg up and down. "Oh, those are my, my science notes." She nodded slowly. "Why are you shaking?' "Just nerves, it's my first time in here." She accepted the answer. "I'll be listening to the girls side of the story, and then ill call you back." I nodded fast. "Go out and get a pass to class." She waved her hand. I must have practically ran out, because I didn't open the door fast enough and hit my forehead on it.
Since he can't hear the girl, just go straight to him going to class and everyone looking at him and such, okay?
I walked into Language Arts, i was just glad to have dodged the bullet when it came to that incident with the door. I'd seen people get into big trouble for alot less. But now, I was in Language Arts, my great domain, a period where i didn't doodle, and the whole class wanted my notes. My teachers name was Mr. Pricer, he was a calm guy, he taught the class well, but it was the time when we could just write that i loved the best.
ok kiki if your post never shows up then this will replace it. if it does show up then you can use yours instead. so this post goes in between mine and not bads. i will try to make it make as much sense as possible
The slip was pretty standard. Describe the incident, Why did it happen, Who was involved, Etc. All pretty standard. I filled it out pretty quickly. Trisha ,however, did not. She must have been putting lots of details in it. I don't know why. It was just an accidental door slam. Pretty standard. After a while the secretaary came out again and took our forms. Then we were called in to the office individually. Trisha first then me. "So, Ryan. why did you hit trisha with the door?" asked the principal, Mr.Smith. He was very young to be a principal. In his 20's at least. Younger than my dad. But still, he was a very effective principal. He almost looked like a beach bum. Sandy blonde hair thad came down to his neck and tan skin that made toast everywhere jealous. But he was strict. "well it was an accident." I replied. "That isn't what Trisha seems to think." he said. he showed me her report. "She says that you two have been in a fight for a while and that when you saw her coming down the hall you took the door and hit her with it." "is this true?" he asked, raising his eyebrow like adults do when you have done something wrong. "What!" I shouted. "That is insane! I just met her today and I would never hit someone on pourpouse!" i replied. "well why would Trisha lie?" he asked. It was a good question. Why would she lie? "I don't know!" i said. "mabey she wants me to get in trouble for breaking her face." "well your record seems to be clean, and I have no proof that you did hit her on purpous....so i suppose you can go." said Mr.smith. "oh thank you sir!" i said. "oh no!" "class has already started!" I shouted. I jumped out of the chair and ran out of the office and into the halls. Trisha giving me nasty looks as i went. Weird.
ok so that goes before your post not too bad.
and now we can continue with the story
+he begins to fill out the clipboard +he goes slow, but not on purpose +he he doodles a boy looking at the words that run off the lines in the margin +he doodles TGOTBB's hair in the wind on the top +both doodles do things +he is snapped out when he drops his clipboard and the girl gets angry +he goes back to filling it out + checks the time +sees the painting move, doesn't blink +blinks +it stops +goes back to filling out +girl puts hers down loudly +he is agitated, finished and QUIETLY sets his down +secretary comes out +he goes to principal +description of Miss Lowell +they talk about what happened +she sees the notes and asks about them +he gets nervous, says its nerves +she tells him to leave and get a pass back to class +she said she will call him in later This ^ is pretty much what happened, just shortened into bullets for me t remember
If mine comes back, mine was the principal as a girl, Miss Lowell. It had a small description and then a tiny embarrassing moment and yeah. He had to explain he was looking at her name tag when he was observing her and stuff. This post probably will not make sense to you, but I hope you understand what I'm saying.
no i understand it. LOL that was like the opposite of mine! well also i was trying to write mine fast so i made it kinda short. and kiki i know that you want to have like a cinderella type thing with the step sisters hating her but i still think it would be cool if they wewe all triplets who dyed their hair to be different and they all had different personaloties and they all became ryans friends but then they all started to start liking him and he has to choose one of them. (preferrabally the girl on the blue bike) but so that is my idea.
what do you say not bad? my idea or kikis?
or do you have an idea?
i repeat faction leader sisters, not cliques, factions. it NEEDS to happen!
this is not highschool warfare!
..............but that would be an AWESOME STORY!
I must start on this effective immediately!
hmm but ok so you vote for them to be all triplets and be leaders of different things. Well should they be constantly competing as sisters or should they be nice to eachother?