INTRO
"Life hasn't been the same since she left," clicks of the keyboard corresponded with the letters' appearances, an occasional slam of the backspace interrupting the somewhat soothing melody of accomplishment. "Japan, what a lucky girl." A cough, "Damn you, Beth. You get all the excitement. What do I get? Your whiney boyfriend!" Her thoughts, she never bothered to keep them bottled up, a habit which would eventually cause some trouble.
Grey oculars narrowed at an offending IM, "Speak of the devil." Chrissy adjusted the spectacles, as she fondly called them, upon the bridge of her nose, the clicked "response" button of the message programmed to immediately display the text held inside. "I haven't talked to her in a week," she mused aloud, fingers drumming lightly against the spacebar. AOL naturally delayed answering her request, allowing an eternity to slip by before even bothering to acknowledge her.
John: :whines:
"What an eloquent start to a conversation." Chrissy wasn't amused in the slightest.
Chrissy: Stop it, John. That's pathetic.
John: I've had a horrible day. I haven't eaten; I haven't talked to Beth...
Chrissy: And what am I supposed to do? She's closer to you than me.
It was the unfortunate truth. Ever since Beth's parents had up and decided to relocate, a move better served by her own parents, Chrissy's schedule had reverted to its usual capriciousness, no activities set within the proverbial stone.
John: Call her!
Chrissy: ...
Chrissy: I don't have the money. I would if I could...*checks the time* I'm off. Got school tomorrow.
John: :whines: Bye.
CH. 1: WEISS WHO?
"I don't wanna grow up; I'm a Toys 'R' Us kid," Kayla, seated at Chrissy's right, hummed while bouncing in the seat to the rhythm.
"Kay! Shut it!" An electronic bell smothered the blonde's outburst beneath waves of painfully shrill tones. Uttering a few choice words, Chrissy threw a quick "yurgunnadie" glance at her best friend for four years before focusing on the petite...man at the front? She wasn't quite sure. Ah, a he...a very bald, very wrinkly he.
"Welcome to your first, and preferably last, year as a sophmore. Each of you, including you in the back, miss," a finger crooked itself in Kayla's general direction,"I will call on you; you will answer. If any of you disagree with this policy, feel free to head towards this door."
As if on cue, the door flew open, scattering the papers already assembled on on His, the teacher's, desk. Framed within the doorway was a rather petite boy, dirty brown and blonde hair, what seemed to be borderline punk clothing, and a navy hankerchief nestled within his tresses. Behind him was a slightly taller male, darker hair, with goggles replacing the hankerchief.
Tapping out a beat with her index finger, Chrissy chimed beneath her breath, "Dun..Dun..Dudes look like some ladies," the lyrics changed to serve her purpose. Kayla snickered, bobbing her in agreement, "He reminds me of that anime chick...What's her name? Sack it to ya? Cancun? Oh, yeah, Sakura!" This was in reference to the shorter.
"Life hasn't been the same since she left," clicks of the keyboard corresponded with the letters' appearances, an occasional slam of the backspace interrupting the somewhat soothing melody of accomplishment. "Japan, what a lucky girl." A cough, "Damn you, Beth. You get all the excitement. What do I get? Your whiney boyfriend!" Her thoughts, she never bothered to keep them bottled up, a habit which would eventually cause some trouble.
Grey oculars narrowed at an offending IM, "Speak of the devil." Chrissy adjusted the spectacles, as she fondly called them, upon the bridge of her nose, the clicked "response" button of the message programmed to immediately display the text held inside. "I haven't talked to her in a week," she mused aloud, fingers drumming lightly against the spacebar. AOL naturally delayed answering her request, allowing an eternity to slip by before even bothering to acknowledge her.
John: :whines:
"What an eloquent start to a conversation." Chrissy wasn't amused in the slightest.
Chrissy: Stop it, John. That's pathetic.
John: I've had a horrible day. I haven't eaten; I haven't talked to Beth...
Chrissy: And what am I supposed to do? She's closer to you than me.
It was the unfortunate truth. Ever since Beth's parents had up and decided to relocate, a move better served by her own parents, Chrissy's schedule had reverted to its usual capriciousness, no activities set within the proverbial stone.
John: Call her!
Chrissy: ...
Chrissy: I don't have the money. I would if I could...*checks the time* I'm off. Got school tomorrow.
John: :whines: Bye.
CH. 1: WEISS WHO?
"I don't wanna grow up; I'm a Toys 'R' Us kid," Kayla, seated at Chrissy's right, hummed while bouncing in the seat to the rhythm.
"Kay! Shut it!" An electronic bell smothered the blonde's outburst beneath waves of painfully shrill tones. Uttering a few choice words, Chrissy threw a quick "yurgunnadie" glance at her best friend for four years before focusing on the petite...man at the front? She wasn't quite sure. Ah, a he...a very bald, very wrinkly he.
"Welcome to your first, and preferably last, year as a sophmore. Each of you, including you in the back, miss," a finger crooked itself in Kayla's general direction,"I will call on you; you will answer. If any of you disagree with this policy, feel free to head towards this door."
As if on cue, the door flew open, scattering the papers already assembled on on His, the teacher's, desk. Framed within the doorway was a rather petite boy, dirty brown and blonde hair, what seemed to be borderline punk clothing, and a navy hankerchief nestled within his tresses. Behind him was a slightly taller male, darker hair, with goggles replacing the hankerchief.
Tapping out a beat with her index finger, Chrissy chimed beneath her breath, "Dun..Dun..Dudes look like some ladies," the lyrics changed to serve her purpose. Kayla snickered, bobbing her in agreement, "He reminds me of that anime chick...What's her name? Sack it to ya? Cancun? Oh, yeah, Sakura!" This was in reference to the shorter.