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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 23, 2008 11:35:50 GMT -5
Marie emerged from the closet, boy toy right behind her. She fixed her hair and clothes, and made her way out to the hall, and the boy scurried off, most likely to brag to his friends about what had gone on between the two of them. It was nothing Marie would keep track of herself, but that boy would probably remember it for the rest of his life.
She turned, grinning with satisfaction, only to come face to face with an angry teacher. Shit. Caught.
This teacher decided to stick her in study hall for the rest of her free period, which sucked completely.
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Post by Mark Klein on Aug 23, 2008 15:53:56 GMT -5
Ah, study hall. Or, in Mark's case freedom. This one one of the only times he had to himself, though he was very often joined by a girl. It was great, being the star athlete of the school, but having two siblings go there was a pain in the ass. Worst of all was his sister Marie.
Soon he could hear the voice of an angry teacher outside the door, and he looked up to the opening door just in time to see his sister walk in. Punishment for something he knew, because this was her free period. But punishment for himself too, for having to endure forty minutes with her.
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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 23, 2008 16:01:58 GMT -5
Marie slumped down in a seat, putting her feet up on the table, and spotted her brother. Oh, how she hated her brother. He was the reason Marie was always looked down on. He was the star athlete of the school, and always the golden-child. When around him, Marie was always told to work harder, and to be more like her brother. She didn't mind her other, younger brother, but Mark, god, she hated Mark.
She made sure to glare hard at him as he entered, before turning her head as if she didn't care he was there.
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Post by Mark Klein on Aug 23, 2008 16:11:58 GMT -5
Knowing that the hate Marie harbored for himself was as strong as his was for her, he watched her glare at him. When she sat down he looked at her with disgust, and then she looked away. So, it was his turn to fufill his duty as the responsible one and ask her what happened.
He stood and walked silently over to her, and sat directly across from her. Glancing at the teacher he made sure she wasn't looking and then basically hissed at his sister. "What.Happened.This. Time?" He seperated his words and made sure some venom could run into them.
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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 23, 2008 16:21:52 GMT -5
Marie watched as her brother came and sat across from her, and she ignored his presense, inspecting her nails.
"Pfft. Just banged a random guy, one from your group I think, and came out at the wrong time. Damn b.itch of a teacher put me here," she told him in a hushed voice, not wanting to attract the attention of the teachor, or anyone else in the room. She put on a satisfied smirk. "But I did a damn good job, I must say. The poor guy had stars in his eyes."
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Post by Mark Klein on Aug 23, 2008 22:57:26 GMT -5
As his wonderful sister explained herself she tried to think of on of, as she put it, his guys that was dumb enough to go to his sister. None that he knew wanted to get on his bad side, but who knew how highschool guys thought. Ugh! He would have to interrogate all his friends.
"You know, if you're gonna be a slut then do it away from school, and definantaly not during the school day. At night, I dont give a shit, as long as I dont hear about it, okay?" His tone was just as hushed, but very annoyed and stressed. This girl was not one to be around, but of course he happened to be related to her.
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Post by Jayda Law on Aug 24, 2008 9:04:03 GMT -5
Marie rolled her eyes.
"Pfft. I can screw around with your 'buddies' whenever the hell I want. You have no say in it, and you never will. Deal with it, Mark. Your little sister has a better love life than you do," she smirked, looking down at her nails again. Oh, how she loved to upset her brother.
"Besides. You have your talent and I have mine. How would you like it if we told you you weren't alowed to play sports anymore?" she raised an eyebrow at him, before looking around the room and winking at the more attractive students.
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