Maybrook Prep

((Yepppers))

Jillian: I looked at Iliana, and it took me a bit to process her question. i shook my head to clear it. "Um. We're- you guys have to, uh... You're going to- oh, crap..." i muttered quietly, seeing that i had knocked over a cup of pencils. I picked them up and straightened myself. "Just get into pairs and complete the measurements and graphs... ok?" I sat down at the desk and took out my book.

Jude: "Is it just me or is Ms. Jillian not herself today?"

Jillian: I heard Jude's comment, but I didn't stop reading my book. I knew i wasn't myself, and i knew it wasn't the students' faults. but i was just royally pissed off today.

Iliana: "No, she seems pretty pissed. But don't ask her why. That'd be like telling her to calm down. And what did I tell you never to do? Tell a girl to calm down." I muttered to Jude, then my voice rose up to normal volume. "Let's get started!" I said cheerily and began measuring.

Jillian: My hand twitched at Iliana's cheerfulness. OF COURSE the one day I wasn't willing to put up with her fake self was the day i would want to shoot myself because of it...

Jude: "Iliana." I said, smiling. "I'm not telling you to CALM down, I'm telling you to tone it down. She looks like she's going to shoot herself.

Iliana: "What are you talking about?" I said just as cheerfully and glanced at Ms. Hall. Was I not allowed to be happy when she wasn't? And why did Jude care if a teacher was about to shoot herself? "Sometimes I think you care too much about other people." I muttered the last part.

Jude: "I care too much about those I care too much about. I'm just scared she's going to whip out a revolver and hold us all hostage..."

Jillian: I sighed. Did i look that bad? I had forgotten make-up that morning, my hair was pulled into a messy ponytail... I probably looked like a hobo. I closed my book reluctantly and stood up. "Questions?"

Iliana: " 'I care too much about those I care too much about.' " I repeated, puzzled. "So you're saying that you shouldn't care about the ones you care too much about? Well, I hope I'm not one of the ones you care about too much, then..." I heard Ms. Hall's question asking for questions. "Do we need to color the graph?" Great, we'd be wasting another class period coloring.

Jillian: I couldn't stop the dagger-throwing glare I sent her, but after a minute i quickly got rid of it. "No. You dont. It's a line graph. Any questions regarding your understanding of the worksheet?"

Jude: "Ouch..." i muttered at Jillian's words. I turned to Iliana, wondering how she'd react.

Iliana: "No, I understand the worksheet just fine, thank you." I snapped, but not enough that to come off as sassing ((legit, she just was snappish. not worth a detention. please?)). I was an A+ student, how could I not understand the worksheet? I rolled my eyes at Jude. "I could do without the commentary from the peanut gallery."

Jude: "The what?" i asked, looking at her. "The peanut gallery?!"

Jillian: Iliana snapped at me. i didn't blame her. I was being Queen of the Witches right now, and it wasn't her fault. "Good. I'm at my desk if any of you others have questions." I sat down in the chair and began my book again.

Iliana: "You've never heard that saying? About when people comment on everything you say...?" I asked Jude, ignoring Ms. Hall's last reply.

((I was looking back at our posts in the beginning, and mine have gotten so much shorter, hah.))

Hahah whatevers. Long as you give me something to work with i really donnt care

Jude: "I don't think i have, hon...." I said. "That's a really odd saying.."

Jillian: I realized i had read the same paragraph three times and hadn't absorbed anything. I was jsut thinking about Trent's drunken voice asking me to meet him on the staircase. What staircase??

((Wait, have you never heard that saying, or just Jude?))

Iliana: "Why...?" I shrugged, not worrying about it anymore. I brought our work up to Ms.Hall. "We're done, did we make any mistakes?" I was sure to smile.

((Just Jude))

Jillian: I did my best to take their papers carefully, not snatch them. I looked over it and nodded in approval. "Good job, no mistakes." And a forced smile.

((okay, hah))

Iliana: "Great!" I said overly-excstaticly, then as soon as I turned my back to return to my seat, I dropped the face and rolled my eyes.

Jude: I laughed quietly and waited for the period to end.

Jillian: "If you finish early work on the test guide, it's this thursday."

Iliana: "Already done...how about you?" I asked Jude.

Jude: "Yeah, I finished... Ms. Jillian?"

Jillian: "What?"

Jude: "If we're done...?"

Jillian: "Work on something else."

Iliana: "Well, that's descriptive..." I tore a piece of paper from my notebook and began doodling.

Jude: I chuckled.

Nasim: I watched as Derek tried to find someone to work with. "Find anyone yet?"

Derek: I looked up with a grin. "Yeah, me and Chloe here." I slung my arm around Chloe's shoulder in a buddy-buddy way.

Chloe: I giggled, Derek was hot. Maybe he'd be next week's boyfriend?

Nasim: I nodded happily. "Good for you." Just one problem: They were BOTH bubbleheads... I mean, just listen to her giggle ugh! I began writing my documentary on Word.

Derek: I held back a chuckle as I slid my arm off of Chloe. I didn't actually like the girl, but it was funny to see Nasim's reaction. Chloe wanted to do our trailer on Twilight. I kept telling her the movie had already come out, but she said we should do Eclipse then, instead. Wow...

Lena: Today I was splatter painting. I was in that sort of mood. Where you don't feel like being very precise, just want to fling some paint. Preferably at someone, but a canvas could work, too.

Tara: I was stuck in the same Art class as Lena, but I had decided to act as though yesterday hadn't happened. I unscrewed the lid of a paint jar, and picked the opposite corner of the room to work in.

Nasim: That girl was getting led on already. Huh. She looked like a B.O.T.W type of person, so i doubted she would care. I went back to typing it up.

Quinn: I knew i was late to class; it was just art, not something important. I mean, i loved art, a lot, but i wouldnt be tested on it. So i sat outside, sketching in my notebook

Tara: "Shoot." I had accidentally spilled paint on my new jeans, and red paint, too. Just great. I wiped some of it off, but there was still a tint to my pants now. And they were from Delia's, too! I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom to wipe the rest off, where I could use water. When I closed the door behind me I saw Quinn sitting there. He would be the type to skip class. "Did you get in trouble or something?" I asked, knowing full well that he hadn't. I liked being annoying sometimes.

Quinn: I looked at Tara. "No. I'm too late for it to make a difference. might aswell skip." I shrugged and waved my notebook a little, my drawing waving around.