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Post by roselladestiny on Jun 19, 2003 13:44:16 GMT -5
WingedWisdom: You're right. I hate heavy rock. Most of it is vulgar and a lot of it is full of prejudice.
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Post by lvrgirl91 on Jun 19, 2003 14:21:59 GMT -5
WingedWisdom: You're right. I hate heavy rock. Most of it is vulgar and a lot of it is full of prejudice. |
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Post by roselladestiny on Jun 19, 2003 19:17:35 GMT -5
WingedWisdom: Yeah. It pretty much defines their perspectives.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2003 11:37:32 GMT -5
Whats the plot to this?
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jun 20, 2003 17:20:23 GMT -5
OOC: I gotta go for two days, bye!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2003 21:39:57 GMT -5
((I don't know, but let's get one going)) The next day, Clay is walking to the bus with his semi-girlfriend, Nicole. Nicole was about just as tall as Clay, had red bleeched hair, ((yay, I'm getting my hair bleeched red this weekend!)) and wore glasses, but looked nothing like a nerd. When Clay got on the bus, he took a seat, then put his backpack down beside him, so no one would sit by him. Nicole did the same on the seat across from him. In front of Clay, three jocks with their school t-shirts were ruffing around and doing sick things like spitting one each other. "Idiots..." Clay whispered. One Jock, named Mark, turns around and glared at Clay. "Was that an insult, dog boy?" Clay seemed relaxed. "Sure seemed like it, didn't it?" Clay knew jocks weren't used to insults, and since he was one of the few people willing to do it, and it was so funny, he did it all the time. The jock looked pretty angry. "You're getting on my last nerve. I'd stop now." Clay quickly replied. "Really? It seem like you have no nerves when you and your friends pointlessly headbutt and tackle each other at any random time, then walk away laughing. But then again, it could just be your HARD head that protects you." "Are you calling us dumb?" "Well, you'd have to be dumb to spit on each other for no apparent reason." Mark shook his fist. "Just wait tell you're off the bus, then you're dead meat." "Good one," Nicole said, "But they are going to pound you, y'know." Clay had a smirk on his face. "We'll just see about that." As Mark, who was sitting on the end, stood up to talk to the cheerleader sitting in front of him, Clay quickly took the gum out of his out of his mouth, puts it right where Mark was sitting. Mark sat back down, right on the gum. Clay lets out a little laugh. "What's so funny?" Nicole asked. "You'll see," replied Clay. When the bus stopped, everyone got up and started walking out, while Mark and his friends were trying to get the gum off his pants. When Clay and Nicole got out, they immediately high-fived. "I know people are always complaining about how this school is ruled by mindless jocks and cheerleaders, but it gives us a chance to make high school a little more interesting." Clay sees a few of the people he had met the day before, but turns, and walks into the school. |
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Post by roselladestiny on Jun 20, 2003 21:58:09 GMT -5
Lucille wandered the hallway, a pile of textbooks and novels tucked under one arm. She walked awkwardly, stopping every few paces to retrieve a dropped volume or push her falling glasses back in front of her eyes. Lucille sighed. Her best friend, Catharine, was sick today, and none of the other handful of friends she had was in her class. Wonderful, Lucille thought grimly, just wonderful.
Suddenly, Claire, one of her friends, comes up to her and exclaims, "Did you hear what happened to this jock who rides my bus? Someone name Clay or Clark or something put gum under his seat."
Lucille nodded. "Not the best way to solve problems in my opinion, but at least someone stands up to them."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2003 22:16:35 GMT -5
Lucille wandered the hallway, a pile of textbooks and novels tucked under one arm. She walked awkwardly, stopping every few paces to retrieve a dropped volume or push her falling glasses back in front of her eyes. Lucille sighed. Her best friend, Catharine, was sick today, and none of the other handful of friends she had was in her class. Wonderful, Lucille thought grimly, just wonderful.Suddenly, Claire, one of her friends, comes up to her and exclaims, "Did you hear what happened to this jock who rides my bus? Someone name Clay or Clark or something put gum under his seat." Lucille nodded. "Not the best way to solve problems in my opinion, but at least someone stands up to them." Over-hearing the conversation, Clay walks up, turns to them and looks away. "He had it coming. No need making a big rumor over it or anything, or it'll turn into something way different." Clay sighs. "Sorry, but all these jocks and cheerleaders are really getting on mine and everyone elses nerves, nerves, and it doesn't look like anyone else is standing up to them, and they're just going to get more and more full of themselves. I mean, big whoop if they're on the football team. A school coach shouldn't be able to assign popularness to a person. No one would make a rumour about this if I stuck it on someone elses seat." Clay completely turns away. "Anyway, whatever." Nicole walks by and Clay starts to walk beside her. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2003 6:37:15 GMT -5
Across the school, in the gym deppartment, some of the more witty jocks were forming a plan
"The geeks are standing up for themselves, do they seriously think theyll get anywere special?" asked a footballer by the name of Chad Hawkins.
"Do you even have to ask Hawkins, we can crush them under our boots! Sadie is taking care of that girl Nicole, tis a shame, shes not a bad looker!"
"Whos teir learder?" Muttered Clay, rising up from the bench in the corner, were he had been surveying the scene. He was one of the wittier jocks, and could see this veryt sooon turning into a fall of the so called 'popularity balance'.
"Dog boy, the weedy kid a few grades under." Hawkins replied, standing up.
Cory rolled his eyes at the attemptr of sucking up, punched the kid in the stomach lightly and stood. He was aware of most every kids nickname in the school.
"Hawkins, Riley, go get Sadie to check out this Nicole, Ill get someone else to puond this Dog BOy..."
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jun 21, 2003 7:45:55 GMT -5
Across the school, in the gym deppartment, some of the more witty jocks were forming a plan "The geeks are standing up for themselves, do they seriously think theyll get anywere special?" asked a footballer by the name of Chad Hawkins. "Do you even have to ask Hawkins, we can crush them under our boots! Sadie is taking care of that girl Nicole, tis a shame, shes not a bad looker!" "Whos teir learder?" Muttered Clay, rising up from the bench in the corner, were he had been surveying the scene. He was one of the wittier jocks, and could see this veryt sooon turning into a fall of the so called 'popularity balance'. "Dog boy, the weedy kid a few grades under." Hawkins replied, standing up. Cory rolled his eyes at the attemptr of sucking up, punched the kid in the stomach lightly and stood. He was aware of most every kids nickname in the school. "Hawkins, Riley, go get Sadie to check out this Nicole, Ill get someone else to puond this Dog BOy..." OOC: I'm here for the day then am gone sunday...anyway, here I come! IC: Brandon walked down the hall, his bvackpack totally unzippered, and by some secret nothing fell out. He had his sunglasses on; there was some thing in the gym today so he brought his sunglasses/glasses hybrid to make sure he saw it. He'd heard about Clay on the bus; he wasn't one to forget names. Kudos to that kid. But how cliché. Gum? But, he realized, it worked. Brandon found himself walking aimlessly towards the gym. He heard someone say something about "get Nicole" and "pound Dog Boy". "Dog Boy"? Who in bloody heck was DOG BOY? His personal nickame was "Fat Candy Man". Inarticulate and stupid. He began calling the jocks a name he had found in a book and laughed when he got the same response. However, they'd figured out what he really said but not the meaning, so it lost the fun. Cory pushed by Brandon roughly. "Hey, Caveman, whatchit you little jerk!" Brandon yelled after him. That was a good one, on his part. Caveman...he had the hair, intelligence, and grades to prove it. Brandon had to remember that one. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2003 9:10:52 GMT -5
He was one of the wittier jocks, OOC: WITTY! hehe |
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Post by lvrgirl91 on Jun 21, 2003 9:57:16 GMT -5
Likiki walked out of her math class, and started twords the cafitreia, hoping she'd met someone she actully knew there. Going though her notes, she wasn't really watching where she was going.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2003 11:46:34 GMT -5
Cory walked round a bend just near the cafeteria, colliding with Likiki, sending her slamming, hard, to the floor. But instead of the 'watchit freak' she expected, he smiled, and appologised in a gruff voice befor scratching his head and walking on...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2003 12:04:44 GMT -5
((To just put it right here, Clay is not a geek. Even though most people are out of school, 'tis time for a math lesson.
Clay is a semi-jock, semi meaning half. He is only half-jock because his sports are out-of-school, and he likes bothering in-school jocks. He is still a little popular, though. He has an 80 percentile in the school for popularness, not percent, but meaning he is more popular then 80% of the school. Most jocks and cheerleaders would probably range from a 85 percentile to a 100 percentile. SO, he is pretty popular.
Also, not to be rude, but, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't say things about people doing things to Nicole, as for she is my semi-girlfriend in REAL life.
We may continue now.))
*RING*
"Yes! We're free from this miserable place for the weekend. Do you want to study for the Social Studies exam at my house today? Then we could go to the movies after." "Sure," Nicole replied, "Sounds good to me."
At Clays house, as Nicole jumped to the computer and Clay took out their textbooks, Nicole started talking. "I met some real jerks today," Nicole said, "Some jock wedgied a poor kid in the hallway. I mean, they could at least not do it in public." "That's a jock for ya'," replied Clay, "How to they make there way to find it funny?"
Nicole then signed on AIM.
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Post by lvrgirl91 on Jun 21, 2003 12:50:17 GMT -5
Cory walked round a bend just near the cafeteria, colliding with Likiki, sending her slamming, hard, to the floor. But instead of the 'watchit freak' she expected, he smiled, and appologised in a gruff voice befor scratching his head and walking on... Likiki got up. "That was... odd." She shook her head, and headed to her table. Putting her notes in her backpack, she took out her CD player, isolating herself from the rest of the world, like she did everyday. |
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