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Post by charoulla on Dec 7, 2008 16:23:53 GMT -7
When he felt him messing up her hair she squealed, but whe she heard what he said she frowned "I'm coming... Though I strongly recommend not to do it... Unless you want to end up in the condition of poor Ryan, when Chad, Troy's best friend beat him up because he bought my best friend some tennis balls!" she said shaking her head "Not that Troy would hit anyone... I'm actually doubting the fact that he would get angry from something like that!" shesaid pretending to be thinking about it
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Post by sonata on Dec 8, 2008 0:41:04 GMT -7
Song rolled his eyes. 'I WAS joking...' he said. 'And don't worry. I know how to take care of myself, and I'm pretty sure I won't get beaten up. If it's for you, then I'll fight through a thousand Chads!' he added jokingly with a hero pose, pointing up into the air.
'But either way!' he continued, dropping his arm. 'Angry Troy or no, that's still not gonna hold back the wrath of your next teacher. And there's absolutely no way that you're gonna try and blame it on me!'
He paused, as if rethinking the reality of that statement. '...You wouldn't, right?'
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Post by charoulla on Dec 8, 2008 4:18:53 GMT -7
When Gabriella heard what he said she laughed and took a small bow. At his next question she shook her head "No I wouldn't, plus I'm NEVER late for class" she said arching an eyebrow. She picked her books up and headed to the door
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Post by sonata on Dec 8, 2008 15:19:03 GMT -7
He raised his eyebrow in turn. 'Oh? Well, late or not, you're not gonna be able to beat me! Race ya to English!'
He leapt relatively gracefully over the door, pulled it open and hurtled down the corridor, pausing only to shout back at her, 'Come on, Ella! We've only got like... two minutes left!'
Gabriella was a strange girl, and she had a voice that had an annoying lilt. She had a tendency to be sad at things that had been and past. She also wasn't confident enough about her singing. But she was someone who looked beyond the boundaries of a normal cilaue and could see a real person. Her voice, even with the lilt, sounded like it brought her feelings to life. He couldn't stand her pessimistic attitude, but at the same time, wanted to be just like her- kind, unassuming and understanding.
In other words, he thought, This could either be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, or the prelude to a lifelong hate fest.
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Post by charoulla on Dec 8, 2008 15:25:23 GMT -7
When he started running Gabriella gasped and frowned as she grabbed her books and strated running as fast as she could, heading to her class... She got outside and stopped to take a breath. Then she soothed her dress walked inside, taking her usual seat at the back, as she left her books on the desk in front of her
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Post by sonata on Dec 8, 2008 15:43:28 GMT -7
By the time Gabriella had arrived at the classroom door, Song was already sitting in his seat, twiddling with his thumbs. As Gabriella sat down at her seat, he couldn't help but give her a wide smile. Childish, he knew, but at times, he was allowed to be stupid.
((Another move to the English classroom, or let it slide?))
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Post by charoulla on Dec 8, 2008 15:46:56 GMT -7
ummm whatever suits you... though it will be nice if we make anew thread to be open
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Post by sonata on Dec 8, 2008 15:52:16 GMT -7
((Yeah, I was thinking on the same lines... but you'll have to make it this time- cos my Internet's got a time limit and it switches off in about ten minutes!))
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Post by charoulla on Dec 8, 2008 15:53:30 GMT -7
kk
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