Lance pulled a small puppet out of his pocket, and made it walk around. "Nice to meet you Umi...History...My friends call me Puppet Master, well because I collect puppets." he smiled and made the puppet act like it was waving towards Umi. "do you have any nicknames?" he made the puppet walk again. the clacking sound of there wooden feet hitting the top of the desk cleared his mind.
Sunny laughed, and not being able to restrict herself anymore she stuck her tongue out at his rude language. She followed him out into the hall, "It was... uneventful to say the least. Just did swim team and such, you?" Sunny left out the painful details of having to visit her parents graves atleast once a week for her own sanity. She was a cheerful person and was not about to bring up that type of conversation.
"Well, mine hasn't exactly been eventful either. just a bit of skatin' little bit of football. Dad bein' drunk as hell" he said sighing about the last sentence. "You know, he didn't always used to be this way." Tom said. "It's just since, well since mom died, he hasn't put the bottle down. It just makes me so MAD" he said hitting a locker and denting a little. He sighed. "Anyways, this is my class. history. You in here too?" he asked looking at her.
Sunny watched as he took out his rage on the locker... She understood him completely, well mostly about the whole having a deceased parent thing. She figured though, it would be worse to have one that doesnt function correctly than not have one at all. Sunny swallowed heavily, sending her emotions and memories of her parents to the back of her mind. Nodding she smiled slightly at the subject change, "Yup, I'm in here too."
Originally posted by animelover4ever
"Some people made up the nickname JB for me,"Umi said. She laughed at the cute puppets. "Thats cool that you collect puppets,"Umi said.
Lance smiled. "Thanks. what does your nickname stand for?" he was curiouse as to what her nickname ment. "heheh." he made the puppet act like it scratched it's head. "......" he continued to walk, he smiled. he doesn't hardly smile.
DW waited almost 20 minutes and frowned, was there something going on that she didn't know about then she growled at her memory...she'd forgotten about the excursion. No wonder she hadn't seen any of her friends at school today, shrugging and sitting back in the chair she continued to sketch while listening to the tunes on her black iPod.
Originally posted by SundaysTheory"cool" Tom said going inside and sitting down. "listen I'm sorry about the whole rage on the locker thing, I guess I just lost myself" he said. "I don't know man. It's just that you know, I'm so sad. It's like both my parents are dead, except with dad it's even worse. He wants to be dead, and yet he's still living and he's too cowardly to commit suicide. It's epressing really. Maybe that's why I've been gettin' in to all this emo crap. It does seem to take the pain away" he said sighing."You remember when I was that preppy kid, just a couple of years ago." he said smiling" seems like it was only yesterday," he said and sighed again. He took out another cigarette hoping he could take a drag before class started. "you want one?" he asked her with the cig in his mouth.
Sunny watched as he took out his rage on the locker... She understood him completely, well mostly about the whole having a deceased parent thing. She figured though, it would be worse to have one that doesnt function correctly than not have one at all. Sunny swallowed heavily, sending her emotions and memories of her parents to the back of her mind. Nodding she smiled slightly at the subject change, "Yup, I'm in here too."
Jason left his class room. He walked through the halls silently when he saw a young man smoking in the halls. He chuckled silently and walked over to them. "Smoking kills..." he said and took the cigerette from him. He took a puff from it and held it back "Don't get caught by another teacher or you may be expelled, or even worse, arrested for smoking in a school..." He smiled slightly before pushing his bangs out of his eyes to see the boy clearly "I'm the only teacher who doesn'y care what the minors do, so watch yourself... I beleive your name is Tom, correct?" he looked over at the crying girl and wiped her face "And you must be Umi. Both had ... quite painful lives if i may. You aren't the only ones."
Sunny took a seat next to him and listened to him, her expression indifferent. It was a lot for her to take in as he talked about almost wishing his dad was dead. She let the memory of her parents slip back into her mind, but she quickly pushed it away again frustrated, but there was no need for her to make a scene.
She had remembered when he was the "preppy kid," it seemed so long ago to her. It was just as they were starting to become close friends was when he made the transition. Sunny watched him take out the cigarettes and rolled her eyes as he offered her one. Cancer on a stick, and it was a nasty habit of his. She had tried a few times to make him quit, and all had obviously failed. "Um, no thanks," she said, "But your not going to have one either." Sunny took both the cigarettes and threw them away in a nearby trashcan. She hated being the party pooper, but it was for his own good, and time for him to listen to her for once.