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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 6:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:18 pm
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Carissa stared out the windows of her classroom, letting her mind tune out the sound of her history teacher's voice. So... Bored... she complained in her thoughts, Make it stop! I'm going to go insane if I have to hear another second of this annoying lesson! Like we care about politics anyway. History not gonna help us one bit in life! The girl groaned as she turned to her book, doodling in the back of her notebook out of boredom.
Carissa turned her chocolate-brown eyes up to the teacher to see if he was looking. Thankfully, he hadn't looked up from his book to look at his students at all, considering he was too busy with educating the teens with the pointless lessons known as history. Sure, like we need to learn about dead people. Tch, and usually dead people attracted Carissa's attention.
Her hand reached for her backpocket to grab her cellphone, her other hand grabbing the bunch of charms that hung from it and holding it, making sure the bells on each one wouldn't make a sound. Thankfully Carissa sat at the back, so the teacher wouldn't really see what she was doing. She looked at her cellphone, which was on silent, and begged for something to keep her occupied, keeping her mind away from the meanderthol at the front of the class known as the history teacher.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 11:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 5:01 pm
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Carissa looked up from the ground, somewhat startled by the sound of Kouta's voice. "Break?" she asked, giving herself a moment to remember what he was talking about, "Right... Yeah, I guess I'm up for it." She fiddled around with her cellphone in her hand, turning the ringtone up to 'Loud'.
Carissa seemed kind of tired, but it wasn't anything worth having her go home to sleep. Why? Probably because she stayed up the last few nights, wondering how she ended up living with Kouta and James. It seemed sort of odd, though. People her age would be forced against their will to stay home with their parents, but what were they doing? That, she could never answer...
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 11:08 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 9:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:35 pm
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Carissa looked up at Kouta and nodded slightly. "Okay," she replied, sounding a little less tired. Wow, never thought I'd think this, the girl thought to herself, But I'd rather go to his place than The Daily Grind. Last thing I need is see someone else I know and have them torture me because I'm with these two. I already have the society dogs thinking I like Kouta, while the others think I like James.
One thing that Carissa liked about Kouta was that he sometimes fell for her 'five second delay' act, or just played along. So, for this time, she decided to pretend to forget that she was feeling unlike herself. The girl looked up at Kouta and pouted. "Hey, what do you mean 'be okay and happy for you'?" she asked in the same, tired voice, "I sound happy, don't I?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:47 pm
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Carissa gasped as she bent over, her mind already flooding with questions. "Kouta!" she called, "Kouta, what's wrong?" By the sound of his voice and the position that he was in, it seemed that something was tormenting him. Mentally? Perhaps. Either way, Carissa didn't know. Though, for some sick reason, she also enjoyed the sight of this. Just a small part of her did. It was sick and wrong, her fragment of her mind that thought that this was quite amusing. He was down on his knees, completely hopeless to stop whatever was going on, and perhaps the fact that she could help was just a sick type of enjoyment.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 6:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:11 pm
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