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Post by nikolai pemberton on Jan 16, 2009 0:28:52 GMT -6
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No matter how hard he tried to understand, he still couldn't comprehend as to why somebody would say such a disgraceful thing about him, Nikolai Pemberton. Firstly, whoever said that he dressed like a pansy must have had a stick up their butt, and the person who called him a stuck up prick was definitely going to get it. Of course, he still had no idea who exactly had mentioned these things; he had only seen them written on one of the benches of the courtyard.
So, here he sat, infuriated expression on his face as his right hand began to harshly grasp the bench’s arm rest that was right next to his arm. From anybody walking by who actually paid attention to his actions, they would have most likely created an expression of pure curiosity as they tried to guess what exactly he was doing. To passerby’s, he was like a tall statue, sitting completely still while having a heavy hold on the bench in the process, face stern and unmoving. Nikolai, unfortunately, was quite oblivious to the fact that he was disliked by more than just a couple of people; it wasn't the tiny number that he thought, but one that spanned into the double digits, all of them not necessarily hating Nikolai with a passion, but atleast to the point where they found him annoying and to where they didn’t want anything to do with him. Even to the normal person, that was big enough to make them feel atleast a little bad about themselves
What did I ever do to them? Ugh, some of the people in this school amaze me… he thought to himself, breaking the unwavering stare that he had had with a stain on the wall, turning his head so that he was now facing to the left. Surprisingly, he was almost one of the only people there, except for the occasional student here and there. Either way, though, the amount of people there now was much less when compared to the usual, and he was somewhat glad of this. It meant that less people would see his reaction.
With a forceful and exaggerated sigh, he returned his gaze forward, still contemplating the question that ripped at his mind. Poor boy, he really did have no idea, and stumbling across someone who shared the same ideals as the writing on the table would definitely put a huge damper on his mood. If it was the opposite, someone who agreed with Nikolai with the fact that it was terribly wrong to write about someone that way (and on a bench, of all surfaces), it’d probably put him in a good mood and possibly give him the desire to really find out who did this, following up with a nice portion of revenge once he knew exactly who this person was.
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Post by ` dakota harper on Jan 16, 2009 14:39:48 GMT -6
  ` you're gonna give her all your heart ,
then she'll tear your world apart . Was I ever that annoying at that age? wondered Dakota as she watched a couple of freshmen girls. They were chatting in high-pitched squeals about things nobody else in the world cared about. They were completely obnoxious. The junior girl rolled her eyes at the group and continued shuffling through her bag, which she had propped up on a drinking fountain.
[ work in progress <3 ]
tag ; nikolai =]
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outfit ; school uniform.
lyrics ; she'll leave you with a smile [ george strait ]
comments ; raaaandom lyrics xD.
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