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Post by mainlyme on Jun 15, 2010 0:02:29 GMT
 It wasn’t a good day. A test was failed in period one, an essay was handed back only to be marked up with way to much red ink, and at lunch Sage had somehow managed to spill the entire contents of her juice box in her bag, leaving her two assignments soaked in the gross yellow liquid. She was now headed, very angrily, off to the gymnasium, hoping that someone would be there to set her some volleyballs or something so she could just slam them down on the other side of the court. Of course, if there was no one there, then she would settle for a run on the treadmill. She slammed the swinging doors open to the gym and found that the senior boy’s basketball team was practicing, and that all of them were staring at her. She rolled her eyes and stalked off toward the change room. It was completely empty, which wasn’t at all surprising. She changed into her spandex without so much as a sigh and headed off to the work-out room, which wasn’t a room but of course, an upper balcony type loft that over looked the gym. She threw her towel around her neck and found her typical treadmill. She decided that a twenty-five minute run would possible suffice, and so she put the timer on, pressed go and began her run.
Running always made Sage feel so much better, she always felt like a champion when she was finished a long run, and felt even more like a champ when she could keep on running even after her timer had gone out. There was always something about running for Sage, maybe it was the fact that she could run for a long time, or the fact that when she ran she felt like nobody could touch her, or that when she ran her mind was finally at ease, and forgot about school, assignments, post-secondary school, family matters, the next party, what her stupid hair was doing wrong today, how many times she could hook up with a guy until it was supposed to mean something, if she should host the next party, how well she was eating, making sure her belly wasn’t starting to poke out. Basically Sage thought about way to many things at one time, and when it happened she got killer headaches. This is why Sage almost 100 percent of the time carried Advil with her. She carried them because; Sage in a bad mood was almost always a terrible thing. She was a bitch to everyone who was near her, she was condescending to anyone who was younger, and frankly she didn’t care about any kind of school work in her life. In the weeks when Sage was in a bad mood, she did no homework, and always came up with some lame excuses as to why she deserved an extension.
Sage watched the boys scrimmaged rather poorly with each other. Their basketball team was normally good. She wondered if they always fucked around in practice. A loud whistle blew and her head turned quickly to the one side and saw that the boys all laughing at something. She ignored them thinking it was something completely stupid and pointless and continued running, hoping maybe another person would come upstairs so she could make fun of the boys with her.
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Post by cndice2 on Jun 15, 2010 12:59:57 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOLT H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T_________________________________________________ why was she heading to the gymnasium in the first place? that was the first thing that came into detta's mind when she was hit by a basketball and laughed at by the basketball jocks. she was now on the floor, rubbing her head, hoping that it won't hurt so bad. it was really embarrassing to be laughed at but detta was used to it. she could feel her face turning red due to the humiliation. she had a feeling that the guys purposely threw the ball in her direction. her social status was in the bottom of the social ladder and plus, she was just a sophomore in the school. the guys just seemed to enjoy making fun of her. she was grateful that her head didn't hurt so bad. she hated it when she has headaches. especially in her condition, headaches usaully leads to nosebleed. detta bit her lip, trying to get up on her own. of course no one offered to help. she wasn't like those elite girls who always look amazing and no one dared to mess with them. she's just part of the student body. invisible.
she wanted to find somewhere quiet actually. she was thinking of going to the library, but the library made her nauseous with all those books on the shelves. she thought of going to the music room, but there were people practicing in there. so here she was.. in the gymnasium. and just within seconds, she was already a joke there. so now obviously, she couldn't sit on the benches and quietly watch the guys practice. but there was always still the work-out room upstairs. there was probably no one there at this time. so, detta carefully watched her steps towards the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't slip and fall.
she succeed walking her way upstairs without tripping on something. although she could still hear the guys mocking her at the court. today seemed to be one of the many unlucky days for detta. at the work out room, there was sage taylor may. another senior elites. and of course detta knew who she was even though sage probably had never seen detta around before. detta bit her lip. what should she do? she had a feeling that sage was one of those elites who hate those students in the lower cliques. detta was always nervous around elites. the only elites' that she knew was darrow potter and he was nice to her. they were dancing partner. it was not often to find the elites who were nice to people like detta. and from the look on sage's face, detta could tell that she wasn't in her very best mood. that was a bad sign for detta. maybe she should go back downstairs and just find some other place to spend her time before her next period.
sage taylor was of course looking as perfect as ever. which made detta even more nervous. she's a senior, she's an elite and she probably hates her. detta figured that since sage had seen her there, she should just face whatever is coming. "umm..hi.." detta timidly said biting her lip. she was still on the same spot as she was five minutes ago. she was kinda waiting for sage's approval of her being there at the same place as her. it sounded ridiculous, but when you're someone on the bottom of the social ladder and doesn't want to mess with those above you, the best way is just to let them play you around. at least that's what detta thought the best way might be.
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Post by mainlyme on Jun 19, 2010 20:02:24 GMT
Sage lifted her eyes immediately at the sound of a quiet voice. Her eyes, which she knew were fierce, looked over the small mouse of a girl that stood before her. She was pretty, but could use some mascara and perhaps some decent clothes. She stood there very anxiously almost, and has a red mark on her face, perhaps she was the reason the boys had been laughing so loudly down on the court. She raised an eyebrow after she realized that the girl hadn't moved for about five minutes. She was staring, and if there was one thing that Sage hated more then staring, it probably wasn't real. She pursed her lips like she always did when she was angry and pushed her head forwards, waiting for something to escape the poor girls lips. All she had said before was a small meek, hello. Sage felt nothing for the small and meek, she simply felt sorry for them. She loved people who were big, loud and full of confidence like her. If they weren't they simply couldn't keep up with Sage, she out did them in everything because she was all of those things; big, loud and filled with confidence.
The girl with her shoulders closed of to the world, simply screamed "please, please don't eat my soul". Which was so typical of the school. Everyone was absolutely terrified of everything that any of the Elites did. It was almost like the girl needed acceptance to be in the training room. It was a free country, anyone could be there whenever they wanted, that is how America works. She lifted her water bottle from the holder and sprayed it, awkwardly into her mouth and tossed it back down. Finally after the girl had been standing there petrified for a while Sage decided she might as well say something, if she didn't the girl probably wouldn't have moved.
"You're allowed to come in you know." she called, over the sound of her feet falling on the treadmill. She spoke with a certain attitude that nobody else had, one that commanded attention and that possessed a certain kind of leadership tone. She was a natural born leader and loved everything about it. She threw her pointer finger over her shoulder signaling the sort of incoherent girl that the gym...or her was nothing to be scared of. She wouldn't bite, and she really wished that nobody thought she was always going to rip their head off. She kept her eye brows lifted at the girl, and a kind of realization came to her. Perhaps it wasn't fear this girl was feeling. Maybe it was a kind of respect or something. She was like waiting for Sage to tell her it was okay to come into the training room because she needed the acceptance from Sage. At this she began to smile, that was almost to stupid for her to even think about. People don't actually do that, no matter how absolutely ridiculous this school was. Nobody respected Sage they were all terrified. She stopped the treadmill and hoped off.
Walking up the girl was a weird feeling, usually she didn't approach people who weren't in her social niche, that would be Elite suicide, but today she felt the need for someone to not be scared of her. So she walked up to the girl, eyed her over once more, she wasn't anything special, she was normal, someone who enjoyed to blend in, it seemed. She sighed heavily and crossed her arms.
"So, why are you here?" she asked, "bad day?"
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