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Post by molly davis on Jul 26, 2012 9:05:26 GMT -5
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The bell rang just as I walked in. Great timing. I thought to myself as I took a seat in one of the desks in the back. The teacher stood from his desk began to start the new lesson in science and like always I wasn't paying attention. Instead I took my notebook out of my backpack and ripped a piece of paper out. I didn't worry about the teacher being suspicious about the noise. He just assumes that people actually write notes. Idiot. Anyway I grabbed my hot pink pen and began to scribble words down on that blank sheet of paper. Hey, I thought as I wrote it down. I'm bored, write with me. Before I even looked at who was sitting by me I tossed the note on their desk. Read it. I mouthed as they looked at me.
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Post by Benjamin McCoil on Jul 26, 2012 10:44:58 GMT -5
Ben made it into the class room just in time as the bell rang only moments agter he entered. If he got one more detention, well lets just say it would not be pretty at home. Good thing he was on time this time. It was sience class, Ben didn't enjoy science all that much, but he did well in it. The teacher gave him a look like, almost got you. Ben gave a smile and made his way to his seat. This teacher as not his favorite, she was really mean to him, and was the teacher that was always giving him detention. This time he was not late, and Ben was a little relieved. As he reached his seat, he looked up and pulled out a piece of notebook paper. He looked like he was taking notes, but really, he was just making random drawings that he would throw away at the end of class anyways.
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Post by molly davis on Jul 27, 2012 9:45:54 GMT -5
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The loser that sat by me threw it away. I rolled my eyes at them and began to write another note the same as last time. Hey, I'm board. Write with me. I scribbled on my paper before looking around to see who I wanted to pass it to. I looked around and noticed a guy sitting across from me. I saw him walk in after me before the bell rang. I have seen him around before, but I could not remember his name. Uh...uh...uh-oh yeah! Benjamin. I'll just call him Ben. I grabbed my pen and wrote down To:Ben From:Molly. I folded it over a few times until it was a tiny square. My finger flicked my pen on the ground next to his desk. "Oops." I said pretending I really did drop it. I got out of my desk to bend over and pick it up. As I stood back up I quickly and quietly slipped it on his desk.
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Post by Benjamin McCoil on Jul 27, 2012 13:49:07 GMT -5
Ben continued to draw on his notes every once and a while glancing up at the teacher every once and a while. He was just drawing random things. First it was tree, then it was some random person, he wasn't sure who it was. In the middle of drawing a, well, he wasn't sure what it really was yet. A note was slipped under his notebook. Glacing up to make sure that the teacher was not watching him, Ben slipped it out and made sure to keep the teacher in the corner of his eye. It read, To: Ben From: Molly, slightly confused, Ben looked behind him to look at the girl that must be Molly, he didn't really remember her name all that well. Turning his head back to the note and the teacher, Ben unfoulded it slowly, I'm bored, write with me, Ben turned his head and gave a small nod before taking a small peice of notebook paper and wrote back, Okay, and fouled it back up writing, To: Molly From: Ben. Taking it in his hand, he held it down under her table so she could just take it from his hand.
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Post by Tyler Andrews on Jul 27, 2012 14:20:11 GMT -5
Tyler walked in and looked for a place to sit.He always hated science class.He saw a seat next to...was is ben?Yes it was,so slipped into the seat next to Ben."Hi"Tyler saidThen he reached into his bag and pulled out a book.He opened the book then right before reading it he saw the teacher staring at him."That`s kinda creepy"he thought.Then he started to read his book with the corner of his eye on the teacher.
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Post by molly davis on Jul 27, 2012 21:48:04 GMT -5
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I watched as Ben gave me a nod as in saying he would. I smiled and waited for him to pass it back. My brown eyes wondered the room looking at posters, stranded pencils and pens that fell on the ground, and every so often the teacher. Yeah, sure I don't care what he thinks, but I still don't want detention. I checked back at Ben. He held his hand under his desk and I quietly slipped it out from his fingers. I unfolded it and read it. Hate this teacher. : P so strict. I wrote back before I quickly tossed it on his lap. The teacher turned around, but she was too late. I was already pretending to look at my Science book. The teacher turned back around and grouched knowing that she didn't have an excuse to give someone detention. Bummer, didn't catch anyone? I quietly sneared in my head as the teacher hobbled to her desk to play solitaire on her ancient computer.
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Post by Tyler Andrews on Aug 9, 2012 19:31:03 GMT -5
Tyler put down his book and got out his notebook.He started to draw scribbly things.First a cat then a bird then a dragon.Tyler had loved dragons ever since he was 6.He had a whole room of dragons.(lazy)
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