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Post by jasonritter on Aug 18, 2007 2:55:58 GMT -5
 I just have bad aim.
I didn't mean to hit
the teacher.
Jason walked down the lonely hallway, wasn't this a surprise? Jason Ritter, actually being sent to the Dean's office. He wasn't such a scary guy if you went there as much as Jason did. He was the guy you tried not to love, but admired because he was funny. The boy would go to the ends of the earth to make someone laugh and he wasn't about to quit because of a little side track they called "Dean Jayden Newport". Even Jason would tell you as a freshman he feared the man. Who wouldn't? He would randomly scream at you, even if you were doing the right thing. He was just like that. Jason thinks Dean Newport had taken a liking to him actually, he was always there so eventually the guy kind of laughed off his pranks and sent him on his way. Jason loved that about him.
He made his enterance into the main office, where the woman at the front desk nodded in disappointment. It had been at least two weeks from the last time she saw him. She pointed to the three dead man's chairs. That's what they called them around here, the Dead Man chairs. Because if you were in enough trouble you had to go there. You'd usually come out different, but when you had a spirit like Jason's you never changed one bit. Not even Dean from Hell scared you. She hid herself behind her Seventeen magazine as she was before. The blonde was young, probably right out of college. Jason would be surprised if she was any older than 24. She wants him though, and she'd come around. Soon enough.
He walked over to the far chair and sat down, long time no see? He didn't think so. They couldn't possibly think they'd go a whole month without seeing Jason Alexander Ritter now, did they?! He certainly hoped not. It would have been a miracle to be away from him. He leaned back in the chair and tried to relax, he could hear Dean Newport screaming a bit in his office and from the way it sounded, it wouldn't be over for a long time. Jason glanced down at his silver watch, sighing as he noticed school would usually get out in about 15 minutes for everyone else. But not for Jason, he'd be stuck here until Jayden was down with him. Jason let his arm fall to the arm rest, resting his head on the wall he watched the hallway. He wasn't sure if anyone else would come in but if he was lucky they would.
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Post by voiletmorrison on Aug 18, 2007 13:32:20 GMT -5
i was just dreaming of me and you
on the wedding day
and i found myself in a nightmare.
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"Voilet Morrison! Voilet Morrison wake up!" Those were the words that were ringing through her ears slightly as she had fallen asleep during a math lesson. "Miss. Morrison!" She didn't want to wake up. Everything was prefect in the world that she was in right now. There was no such thing as the clique rules, and there weren't issues between the rebels and royals. It was all gone and it seemed like heaven. Far beyond what the school was right now. It was in a war of sorts with people at cliques. A civil war at that. The battle to rid of the clique rules, and it would be stored in the history of Dayton Academy forever. There would be no greater tale of the school than the tale of the ending of the rules. Hearing the teacher a little more this time she didn't want to get up and go to the real world. "Miss. Morrison! Dean's office now!" Bellowed the teacher, her slowly getting up groaning, still very tired from never getting sleep the night before. Alyssa had kept her on the phone all night and it showed clearing by the bags that were under her eyes. She had been trying to keep herself awake with caffeine but that wasn't really working all that well. It was strange to think that one of the best students that senior year academics wise was going to the Dean's office for sleeping. Of course, it was also a funny thing, but not in a haha way. Just in that weird way.
Heading to the office, she was going to the chair that she normally sat at, but the woman that was at the front desk pointed at the Dead Man chairs. Glopping, she had never gotten in trouble before, not enough to having to go in one of the Dead Man chairs. Usually she got the other chairs, the saint chairs as people called them. You got into the office for doing good deeds. Being noticed for all the good things you did instead of the bad. Sitting down, there was a slight panic that she could feel inside her. This time she knew that she was in trouble, and there was nothing that she could do. She had been falling asleep in her classes quite a bit now. With her sister keeping her up and sleep issues at night. It was a doom that she had to face now. Since she hadn't gotten up until the teacher had practically yelled at her at the top of their lungs. Sighing, she got out a notebook filled with plans for the rebellion. She had to organize all of it. Not that she liked being the forced co-leader, it was just that way. With that, she started to write a bit down, some ideas that she had half-heartedly. All that she had to remember was that after all this she could be with Damien without worrying. There wouldn't be the rules in their way. Love could finally come to both him and her.
Hearing the screaming from the Dean's office made her jump a bit, and she wasn't quite sure what to do other than write. Probably the best idea was to cause the least bit of trouble in the office as possible. Being her late was probably what was going to end up happening to her. For a whole week she had gotten detentions due to her lack of sleep. She guessed that the teachers were probably tired of it. Even if she still got the usual good marks. That was because she used the time she stayed up late due to Alyssa to do work and study. Glancing around, she saw a person to her left. She had been so in shock from being in one of the dead man seats that she didn't pay attention. "Hey." Was all that she could really think of to say. Really there wasn't anything else positive to really say at all. If she asked what he was in for, that would seem very rude. It was just her luck to have all this stuff happen to her when she didn't really want it to. There was only one thing that she knew was going right. That she had tutoring sessions with Damien. Other than that everything seemed to be getting worse instead of better. Everyone was now preparing to take a side. She didn't really know who would take what side. Of course, she wouldn't discourage either side. She understood that people had their reasons to support their side. Even if it made completely no sense for them to at all.
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Post by jasonritter on Aug 18, 2007 21:36:33 GMT -5
I just have bad aim.
I didn't mean to hit
the teacher.
Jason sat there alone. He knew this would be extremely boring. He slouched in his chair, Dean Newport was screaming his head off at the kid. What had he done? It sounded like the kid was a freshman. He wasn't saying a word, he was a new comer. Did he really think that Dean Newport screamed for you to not speak back? He lived to argue. Jason smirked, he remembered his first day in Dean Newport's office. He was right after the master mind of the Senior Prank. What a hard day that was, but he argued right back, which made Jason one of Dean Newport's favorite students. He knew the real Jason, the one that was a real joker but was smart deep down.
He looked at the doorway, finding a fimiliar senior face there. But wasn't she an overachiever? Of course she was, she was headed towards the little Nerd- I mean Saint Chairs. Dean Newport's little angels, or "Kiss-Ups" as he called them. Jason nodded as he laughed lightly at the girl. Closing his eyes as he glanced over at the wall on the other side, he obviously didn't care what Miss Goody Two Shoes over there was doing or where she was sitting. It would be a while before he was seen now, he would definetly want to see her before Jason. He turned as he heard someone sit down next to him, she sat there, must have been a new comer as well. She started to speak to him, wow he never would have thought that a nerd would be waiting for the Dean in the Dean Man Chairs.
"Hello. What are you in for?"
Jason teased her, he couldn't help it though. He was the guy to joke with everyone, especially those who hadn't been here before. She probably knew who he was because he had the reputation of an IT BOY, but with a bit more of a silly twist to it. He glared at the woman at the front desk, still under her magazine. He wondered how many of those she had in her desk, I mean she had to sit here and listen to Dean Newport scream all day. She probably had at least 5 pounds of magazines stored in that cabinet behind her.
"And don't worry the guy's bark is worse than the bite.. Mostly."
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Post by voiletmorrison on Aug 24, 2007 22:08:54 GMT -5
how can it be
that every part of me
feels like something's missing.----- There was nothing but the void of her mind for a long time, there were all sorts of thoughts that were racing in her head. One of the main ones though had to be about her love Damien. It only made sense if you looked into the way her mind worked. Though the complexity that was hidden inside of it was far beyond compression. If there was any noise that was outlined in the girl's ears, it was just the ticking of the clock in the office, and the yelling of the dean. It was boring almost, just sitting there, waiting for your impending doom that was ahead. { in progress
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