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Post by becky on Jul 23, 2012 15:16:50 GMT -5
 She was furious, though her smile still plastered across her face to fool the rest of the world, she was not happy one bit. Eli had managed to push her over the edge with things and she absolutely was on the verge of seeking revenge in some shape or form. Pushing her out of her own project, purposefully making her want to throw it all away, how could he be so cruel? How could he turn one of Shakespeare's finest creations into an abomination. She looked down at herself as she strode down the halls. Today she wore something simple, just a pair of jeans and a white tshirt matched with a light pink hoodie. She shrugged slightly to herself and as she passed the weight room her eyes drifted toward it. A light flickered somewhere in her little mind and she did not know why, but she walked right in and allowed her eyes to glance around at the equipment. At the moment no one was around...for now as she walked over to one of the weight racks and out of her own curiousity, or maybe it was stupidity, she attempted to lift a 30 lb weight. She wasn't used to lifting things, Luke normally lifted anything more than ten pounds for her, he liked to think it made him look like a better man for not allowing his sister to lift things that could harm her. She heard footsteps and in an instant she jumped abit and down went the weight slipping from her tiny hands and falling to the floor and onto her foot,"Je...Ouch"she shrieked, stopping herself from taking the lord's name in vein as she bent down now and brushed her hand over the top of her shoe before she glanced over her shoulder to see who had joined her. |
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Post by luke on Aug 3, 2012 11:07:14 GMT -5
 Once again, the boy was getting picked on. He just rolled his eyes at the dumb jocks and walked away. Honestly, people at this school were so rude. Why was he the only one who ever apologized to anyone anymore? Well, his little sister did as well, but obviously they were the only ones raised remotley right by their parents. It was a sad day in Ireland when the 'power' couple got a divorce and more than half the family moved away to Cananda. Even though Luke didn't have many friends in Dublin, he still missed it and loved when him and Elizabeth would go visit their father. He had no prefrence in parents, he loved both equally, but if it was a war between Canada and Ireland, he would vote for Ireland of course. He still had his heavy Irish accent and was planning on keeping it, no matter where he lived. He figured if he had an accent, it might eventually get a girl some what interested in him enough to want to date him.
Lucas had never had any luck with dating girls. He always ended up getting 'friend zoned' in the end, but he'd rather be a friend than the dumby that broke a poor girl's heart. Besides, he still hadn't found a girl to really, interest him that much. Elizabeth tried to set him up with senior girls, even some juniors, but none of them exactly worked out for him. He would feel obligated to take the girl out on a date that his sister had set him up with, usually to a nice restraunt. At the end of the date, it was usually an okay experience, but nothing to spark his interest that much to go out with the girl again. He felt bad and apologized for his sister's actions, but he couldn't help it.
He figured since all the jocks and dicks were out in the halls, that maybe he could get away in the weight room. He'd never been in there during class room hours, but today was different. All the evil jocks were out to play and the weight room was open for going into without getting heckled or harrassed. He slowly went in, watching to make sure no one saw him go in. He walked around and heard something drop and he kind of scurried quickly to see who else was in the room of usual disaster for him. A girl, that wouldn't have been his first guess. He had seen her bend over to do something to her shoe and then look over at him. "Uh..." he started, "I'm so sorry." He said holding his hands out in an apologetic matter, "Did the weight drop on your foot? I am so sorry. I did not mean to startle you. I was just coming in here to escape the rest of the school." He said all of this while pointing towards the door, looking at the girl and looking back. He took a deep breath in realization that him speaking so fast, she probably really couldn't understand him with the heavy Irish accent. "Alright. I'm sorry for speaking so fast and startling you. My name is Lucas, or Luke. I go by either," he said, holding his hand out for her to shake.
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