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Post by ~Caroline~ on Oct 4, 2006 9:07:23 GMT -5
Will sat in his pysics classroom and yanwed as he copyed down the equation. He had done this all before and he found this totally pointless really. He played around with his pen for a while yet he easily got bored and raised his head to looka round to see veryone. they all seemed as bored as him. The teacher's voice was just a large blur for him, as he yawned again. he groaned wanting to simply run out of this dreaded clasroom. Pysics was his best subject since he found it challenging yet this was plain boring and he wasn't the only one to think so.
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Post by Kateykins on Oct 4, 2006 9:59:30 GMT -5
Chelsea was staring, glassy-eyed, at the equation the teacher had written on the board. She was subconciously curling her hair around her pinky finger, and doodling hearts on her binder. When was this torture gonna be over? She rocked onto the two back legs of her chair.
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Post by ~Caroline~ on Oct 4, 2006 10:47:01 GMT -5
After going up to the blackboards and writing out one of the answers the teacher had asked for he sat down once more and yawned, turning to look at his watch. Fifteen minutes left , he thought and groaned. He turned to the girl who was sitting next to him who seemed to be doodling hearts. Having an idea he teared a piece of paper out of his note book and folded it and wrote on it. Are you as bored as i am? it read as he pssed it over to her.
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Post by Kateykins on Oct 4, 2006 10:56:09 GMT -5
Chelsea quickly glanced at the teacher, who had his back turned. She took the note and read it. She took out a purple pen and wrote definitely. After taking another quick look at the teacher, she passed it back.
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Post by ~Caroline~ on Oct 4, 2006 11:26:00 GMT -5
He took the paper and read it, grinning. Taking his own pen he scribbled down a next sentace and passed it on. You know i wish he would just shut up or some one throw a pencil at him, it read.
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Post by Kateykins on Oct 4, 2006 12:42:37 GMT -5
Chelsea giggled as she read the note and daintily searched her pencil case for a pencil. She shot a smug look at Will and threw the pencil at the teacher. It fell short of Zekeasaurus. She blushed and wrote Sorry... I can't throw things...
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Post by ~Caroline~ on Oct 5, 2006 10:59:31 GMT -5
He read and chuckled slightly and took his own pen and threw it at the teacher. It hit him right in the head as he was writing down something on hte blackboard. " William is there something you want to tell me?" asked the teacher raising an eyebrow. " No Sir...the pen slipt," he said and went to pick it up from the teacher feet who was tapping them in an annoyed way. Will played an innocent smile and went to sit down and took the note. Managed...yet didn't turn out well, he wrote down and passed it one to her,
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Post by Kateykins on Oct 7, 2006 12:51:48 GMT -5
Chelsea giggled as the teacher told Will off. It was a good throw though, she wrote.
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Post by ~Caroline~ on Oct 8, 2006 12:50:23 GMT -5
I guess but i wish it was harder so it would cause him more pain,he wrote down swiftly passing it to her, a grin on his face as he turned to write more notes down.
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Post by Kateykins on Oct 8, 2006 14:19:12 GMT -5
Chelsea snickered. What's your name? she wrote.
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Post by ~Caroline~ on Oct 9, 2006 4:44:33 GMT -5
Will. You? he wrote back beofre passing it back to her.
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Post by Kateykins on Oct 9, 2006 20:40:48 GMT -5
Chelsea, she scrawled back.
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Post by ~Caroline~ on Oct 10, 2006 10:57:51 GMT -5
Before he could write a reply the bell rung and the teacher clapped his hands announcing that they could leave. Will sighed in relief and bent over to get his bag putting his things in, before getting to his feet and meet her gaze. " Chelsea, huh? NIce name," he said.
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Post by Kateykins on Oct 10, 2006 21:24:51 GMT -5
"Will's a nice name too," she said quietly, gathering her scattered books from the desk.
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Post by ~Caroline~ on Oct 11, 2006 8:48:58 GMT -5
He shrugged. " No very original, everyone's called Will," he said, and flung his bag onto his back. His back wa sstacked with books and weighed a real tone. He groaned. " More Homework," he mumbled at the teacher announced a last piece of homework.
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