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Post by HADEN JENSON on Jun 13, 2011 20:28:55 GMT -5
Haden tapped his fingers on his desk repeatedly, with his feet tapping on the tile floor of the classroom that detention was held in. He was in here for one reason - the teacher having something against him. He had just been himself and apparently made an insulting, defying remark toward the teacher when he just asked a question in his...science class? He didn't know.
They were just talking about something that involved weather, and he raised his hand and asked if the teacher thought it would ever be possible for it to rain or hail aliens, cats and dogs.
What was wrong with that question? It was completely logical.
And now here he was, sitting in detention, when he could be elsewhere. But, regardless, Haden was still his bright, childish self at the moment and kept studying the room around him to imagine what people would think is insane - but to him, it was completely logical.
Like at the window, if there was a bagel as the window-frame....
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Post by emily on Jun 14, 2011 20:13:57 GMT -5
Emily was quite surprised to have found herself in detention, she wasn't typically a trouble-maker. Sure, she on occasion had asked for permission to go to the bathroom during class and then not come back for nearly the whole period... But that was only the rare occasion, not on a regular basis. Emily, however, was sitting in the room, math test in front of her. She had gotten stuck with a particularly brutal math teacher- who was now forcing her to re-take the last math test after bombing three in a row.
She bit her lip, squirmed a bit in her chair, and attempted to focus on the problems before her. The numbers and variables swirled before her eyes like some alien language, Emily found herself already impatient and frustrated- though the detention period had barely started.
Unable to glance at the test any longer, Emily looked around the room. She spotted a boy who looked a little younger than herself, seemingly staring out the window. Jealous of his luxury, Emily offered him a tentative smile, and then looked back at her test- bouncing the eraser end of her pencil against the paper. She had no clue what she was doing.
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Post by HADEN JENSON on Jun 14, 2011 22:10:26 GMT -5
There were a few other people in the current detention of which Haden sat in, and one of them was a female ginger junior who had a test in front of her. He could see the problems on the paper, and they were pretty easy from his point of view. As she looked up from the paper and around the room, her eyes landed on him. He looked back at her and she shot him a small smile. He raised an eyebrow at her before giving a small grimace.
'Test'? He mouthed at her, arching an eyebrow again.
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Post by emily on Jun 14, 2011 22:34:08 GMT -5
Given her extraordinarily short attention span, especially when dealing with things like math tests, Emily had only glanced at her test for maybe half a second before looking up again. The boy she had smiled at a few desks over had mouthed something that looked like the word "test" to her. Emily couldn't help but return his grimace as she gave a nod in reply. She looked down again, still somehow unable to make heads or tails of even the first question. Why couldn't it have been multiple choice?
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Post by HADEN JENSON on Jun 14, 2011 22:47:50 GMT -5
Haden watched her for her response, even though she had looked back down at the piece of paper. When she looked back up almost immediately, he was happy to see that she gave him a response. Though her response was a grimace and a nod, he understood exactly what she meant.
With a small bit of thought, he dived for his binder and opened it in the slightest to grab a piece of blank, loose-leaf paper.
He yanked out a pen as well as he sat the paper on his desk.
Then, he started writing.
How bad is the test? What's it on? I'm Haden, just so you know.
The sophomore glanced at the teacher in the room at the front desk - who was oblivious to their conversation at the moment - and he reached back to give the junior ginger the paper.
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Post by emily on Jun 15, 2011 11:27:47 GMT -5
Emily smiled when the boy passed her a piece of paper. Although she didn't care much for reading or writing, she welcomed the distraction from her math test. Glancing quickly up at the teacher to be sure he wasn't watching, Emily unfolded the note, and squinted at the boy's writing, as if it would suddenly make it easier to read. She took a bit longer than the average person to read and forumlate her response, but in a couple of minutes she took her pencil to the paper to write her reply.
Like the 8th lair of hell- precalc is the stuff of nightmares. And I'm Emily. She looked down at her note, her handwriting was sloppy as usual, though she figured it was at the very least legible. She was pretty sure she had also spelled some things wrong, though wasn't too concerned about it. Emily took another quick look at the supervising teacher, just to be sure that she wouldn't be caught, before handing her paper back to the boy who had introduced himself as Haden.
She then looked down at her test, about ready to just make something up- just in case of the off-chance she might guess correctly, or at least close.
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Post by HADEN JENSON on Jun 16, 2011 14:42:11 GMT -5
Haden saw her smile and pursed his lips. His eyes watched her for a moment before looking back at the pen that he held in his hand. He twirled it between and over his fingers, and then it slid off his desk when he lost his grip on it. He quickly reached down and caught it, and then started thinking.
'I wonder if a pretzel that had a talking sunflower seed on itself would fall faster than the pen did...?'
He shook off his thoughts when he looked back to see the junior ginger writing down a reply. She looked up at the teacher, and then handed the paper back to Haden.
The sophomore put the note back on his desk, and then opened it up.
Like the 8th lair of hell-precalc is the stuff of nightmares. And I'm Emily.
He grinned a little, and then wrote down in a reply.
Nice to meet ya, Emily. Well...hmm...do you think a pretzel with a talking sunflower on itself would fall faster than my pen?
Haden was honestly curious as to her view on his confusion.
He risked a look at the teacher before tossing the note back to Emily.
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Post by emily on Jun 16, 2011 17:03:38 GMT -5
The note skidded over Emily's test, covering up the answer that she had completely made up. She half wondered if she were anywhere close to being right, although she had never been too concerned about school. Emily might have dropped out on her sixteenth birthday if she hadn't known her college-professor parents might have had heart attacks if she did. She just didn't see herself in the world of academics. She put her pencil to the note instead- tongue poking slightly out of the corner of her mouth as she wrote.
Nice to meet you to. Thats a wierd ? if you find a talking sunflower let me know. I'll help you test it :)
She had forgotten how to spell the word "question," and thus hoped that her question mark would suffice. Emily took a sideways glance up at the teacher, found him surveying the class rather than his book, and hastily went to pretend to be working on her test. She seemed to have convinced him, and once Emily was sure he wasn't looking, slid the paper back to Haden. She was starting to get restless in her chair, all she really wanted was to get her skateboard from her locker and ride around a while.
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Post by HADEN JENSON on Jun 18, 2011 21:14:31 GMT -5
As soon as he passed the note back to the junior ginger - otherwise, Emily - he looked back in front of him and began twirling his pen between his nimble fingers. But, then he remembered that he forgot to put 'talking sunflower seed' in his reply on the note. Haden flicked his forehead with his free hand, and then watched Emily for a moment before going back to staring at his desk.
As soon as he glanced back, Emily was giving him the note back. He opened it quickly and read it before scribbling a reply.
Oops, meant talking sunflower SEED. A talking sunflower would just be weird xD And yay! Thank you, awesome junior ginger named Emily!
He slid the note back quickly and then started messing with his pen again.
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Post by emily on Jun 19, 2011 18:15:51 GMT -5
During the absence of the note, Emily had faked about three more test answers. They looked like legitimate attempts to her- she could only hope that her math teacher would think the same. The last thing that Emily wanted was to wind up in detention again, like she wanted the extra hour and a half of school. She chanced a look up at the teacher, only to find him glaring down the room as if daring someone to cause trouble. Pretending instead she was only looking at the clock over the door, Emily then turned her gaze down at her desk.
I still have no idea. But a talking sunflower would be wierd. Sure thing, Haden! (:
Emily kept the note on her desk, pretending to be internally debating an answer until the teacher looked down at his book and it was once more safe for her to pass the note back to Haden. Although it wasn't her ideal place for fun, Emily was glad that the people in detention weren't the most likely to rat her out for passing notes.
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Post by HADEN JENSON on Jun 20, 2011 2:07:25 GMT -5
Haden swayed back and forth in his seat, and received a glare from the teacher. He gave a grin toward the teacher and then resumed with his always distracting action - twirling his pen in his hand. One would think he would bore of it easily, but no - it was always entertaining to Haden Jenson. He was just that childish to enjoy such a thing.
The note came back onto his desk and he glanced at Emily before opening it.
I still have no idea. But a talking sunflower would be wierd. Sure thing, Haden! (:
He raised an eyebrow, and then scribbled a reply.
A talking sunflower would be weirder than a talking sunflower seed, but a talking sunflower is no where NEAR as weird as a talking pretzel - or as weird as me. Either works. And I'm probably interrupting your test...should I leave you alone?
He smiled a little before looking at the teacher. The teacher was absorbed in his book, and Haden tossed the note over the junior ginger Emily. Haden dropped his pen and pursed his lips for a moment before he picked it up.
Odd.
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Post by emily on Jun 20, 2011 21:00:46 GMT -5
Emily was twice as productive (if making up answers could be considered productive) during this absence of the note, and had nearly finished the first page. Thankfully, it wasn't a several page long test, but rather the front and back, with a total of thirty problems. Her smarters peers might deem them simple, and Emily was confident she was the only one retaking it, but she had never been terribly successful in academics.
A talking pretzel? Now theres an intresting consept. But your not bugging me, I welcome the distraktion.
Emily wrote, and then tossed the note back before pretending to once again be thinking quite hard about the next answer she was going to write down. Truth be told, her attention span for the math problems had ended about three minutes into detention.
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Post by HADEN JENSON on Jun 22, 2011 19:10:52 GMT -5
Haden was barely able to distract himself this time - the absence of the note was pretty short this time, and he pursed his lips at the speed of which it was returned. There were so many words that could be within the folded note, and it was probably a message considerably shorter than their other bits of writing in the conversation.
Could that be a good thing, bad thing, bomb-diggity thing, exponentially hurtful thing...if that was possible - which was, in Haden's mind - or just...something odd.
Time to find out.
He unfolded the note and read what she had wrote, and was surprised to see something that was actually pretty much the same length as the majority of their written and scribbled conversation. And, she actually didn't think he was a bothersome bugger.
Yay!
Yes, and I think the talking pretzel would be able to wield a light-saber...that's a little bit scary. Would it murder us for enjoying it's awesome saltiness that tastes oddly delicious with cheese? And that's a good thing - it confuses and puzzles me that I'm not a buggersome person to you, Emily. Most would think as much...but you're the awesome junior ginger named Emily, so I guess I shouldn't expect the likes of what other people would think from you. :3
A long message it was, and he looked at the teacher weirdly - how could he stare at words on a piece of fricken paper so long? - he passed the note back to Emily.
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Post by emily on Jun 28, 2011 18:23:43 GMT -5
Emily frowned down at her test some more, she really had no clue in the world what she was doing. She could only hope that the teacher would at least give her partial credit for setting up the problems correctly. Perhaps she might not have quite so much a problem if her insanely-busy college professor father could take the time to help her with her own homework. Emily shook her head at herself, she did love her parents, but she didn't want them any more involved in her life.
By the time she had made rough estimates at three more answers the note had found its way back to her. Emily bit her lip and squinted at Haden's writing, mentally cursing her dyslexia. It was always so darn hard to read anything. She put her pencil to the paper, her tongue now poking out from the corner of her mouth.
A talking pretzel with a light saber? Scary if you ask me. It mite kill us all- its a good thing they dont have hands. (: you don't anoy me you actualy seem pretty fun. Wanna hang out after the torchure is over?
Emily tossed the note back to Haden, and then flipping over her test to begin making guesses at the answers on the back side of the quiz. She squirmed in her seat, all she wanted was to get up and be on her skateboard. Emily half wondered if Haden liked to skateboard, too, she would ask after detention.
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Post by HADEN JENSON on Jul 2, 2011 21:12:32 GMT -5
The sophomore looked around the room after he had passed the note back to Emily, and his boredom was starting to come back to him. There was only so many times that he could mess with his pen or imagine odd situations all around the classroom that he was sat and stuck within at the moment. His relief was great when the note came back 'round to him and he eagerly unfolded it. Haden's eyes followed the words written upon the piece of paper and read over them a few times before he put it on the desk and put his pen to the paper.
Exactly what I mean - good thing foods and inanimate objects can't come to life too easily and wield weapons toward us. :3 And I seem fun? That's nice to know - and sure, I'll hang out with you after the torture-machine-in-a-room-and-by-air-plainly is done for.
Haden studied his writing for a moment before folding the piece of already rumpled paper up and passing it swiftly back to Emily right as the teacher looked back up from his book. the insane sophomore looked the teacher in the face when he glanced over at him and widened his eyes.
Then, he grinned and waved. His pen went flying and he gaped for a moment before shrugging and raising his hand a bit.
The teacher groaned, shaking his head and mumbling something before gesturing in the direction that Haden's pen had flown. Haden smirked at him and then got up from his seat and went to fetch his pen. He looked back at Emily and winked slyly - then he gave her a thumbs up.
It had been a close one on having them caught note-passing.
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