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Post by Becca Feeler on Jan 14, 2009 17:25:52 GMT -5
As per usual, Bookworm Becca sat, leg crossed over the other, with her coffee and muffin, this one was banana nut. She quietly turned the page of the novel she had to read for junior English Lit & Comp. The class had just started it last week, and was testing on chapter five today. She'd already finished her test, and now she was reading chapter nineteen. At least in that class, her teacher understood that she was only taking the class for the credit. Her reading level had been collegiate since eighth grade.
Pausing to sip from her coffee, four sugars, one creamer, one shot hazelnut, Becca glanced around her. The place the students came to call "the cafe" was occupied by a couple other students plus the student workers that volunteered to run the shop. Cafe workers rotated about every one week. The peculiar part was that students were chomping at the bit to get their names on the waiting list. Teachers and faculty really adored the students' ambition to work for each other. All the kids knew it was perfect for getting out of class for a whole week. Stay in one place. Prepare food and drinks. Use regular math to make change. Talk to your friends when they're not in class. Pretty good deal in her eyes, minus not being payed. She had to have her money.
As she set her coffee down, everything suddenly seemed to go in slow motion. She was experiencing deja vu. She looked around again, and people appeared...the same. A few were the same people she'd went to class with in sophomore year. Another was the same guy with the pimples since freshman year. The ditsy blonde girl smiled the same wide toothy smile she had last month. The biggest differences were perhaps, like that girl got her braces removed. One boy got braces put in. Some athlete broke a bone and walked on crutches, but in a few weeks, they'd walk again without a limp.
The things she looked at were so simple, as if described to her on a book page. They did that. She did this. He said things. Outside rained. Inside cold. Tomorrow planned. Yesterday gone. Stuff didn't move. She scratched the back of her neck. It all seemed so surreal to her, like everything she ever experienced, everyone she spoke to, was just like a thread being posted on the internet. Like someone was reading her movements, her words, and her thoughts.
Blinking her eyes back into reality, she looked back down into her book, pushed her glasses up on her nose, and continued reading.
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Post by Jenny Humphrey on Jan 15, 2009 11:15:24 GMT -5
Jenny walked into the cafe and looked around. Holding a few books in her arms. She was done with all of her classes, but she didn't want to go home yet. She promised Eric they would hang out after, so she decided to wait until he was done with all of his classes. She walked over and sat down at the table that Becca was reading at. She didn't really know Becca, but all of the other tables were full, so she figured she could sit here. She flipped open one of her books about Clothing & Desgins. Nothing she already knew about, because she was a pro at making her own clothes. It was just a small silly book that her father had bought for her the other day. She began to read. After reading for a few minutes, she noticed from the corner of her eye other people walking and chatting, she looked up and sighed. Then she looked over to Becca and smiled. "Oh hey! Hope I wasn't being rude." She said as she motioned down towards her book that lay open on the table.
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Post by Becca Feeler on Jan 15, 2009 23:19:01 GMT -5
She reached in her bag and extracted her iPod, putting the buds in her ears as the entire school dinned while mobbing out of class. The cafe filled up quickly as students got food, ate, mingled, and did their high school socializing thing. In all three years she'd attended Constance, she was always too engrossed in her studies to make friends, and could not name one of her own. Though, she paid attention and knew who many people were, Rebecca never pursued a relationship of even the most casual kind.
Jenny, if she remembered correctly, a cute blonde artistic freshman sat across from her. Becca and her chair were turned perpendicular to the table, so she paid Jenny no attention.
When Jenny spoke, belatedly and preoccupiedly, Becca flashed her a polite half-smile, "Huh? Oh, n-n-not at all." She stuttered very quietly, then went back to reading her book, listening to her music, drinking her coffee, and nibbling from her muffin.
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Post by Jenny Humphrey on Jan 16, 2009 16:42:35 GMT -5
Well she was glad she wasn't being rude, thats for she. She smiled at Becca and watched as she began to read again. Still smiling, she placed her hands in her lap and looked down at her book, reading where she left off. After reading a paragraph or two in her book she looked up at all the kids in teh room. "I'm so glad it's Friday. The weekend is finally here." She said as she stretched her arms a bit and then looked over at Becca. "Got any plans?"
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Post by Becca Feeler on Jan 18, 2009 13:02:03 GMT -5
"I'm so glad it's Friday. The weekend is finally here." Becca glanced up and gave Jenny a cute grin just to let her know she’d heard her before returning to her novel. Yes, it was a Friday, and the weekend was here. It also wasn’t any Friday; it was payday for everybody with a job. To Becca, that meant lots and lots of money.
"Got any plans?" Becca looked up at Jenny again with a smile, “N-no, ju-j-just work,” She replied. Becca didn’t have much else to do. All her homework assignments, she already had done. Her essays due next week were already turned in. Not only was work her only commitment, but she actually loved her job.
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Post by Jenny Humphrey on Jan 19, 2009 12:15:36 GMT -5
Jenny sighed and smiled. Yes work was good. She loved working as an intern with Blair's mother, and all of her fancy new desgins that she got to see before anyone else. It was pretty cool to her. "That's cool, where do you work?" She said as she snapped her book shut and rested her elbows upon it, as she laid her chin in her hands. She looked at Becca and smiled, then her eyes drifted to the clock, Eric's class ends in a hour. She sighed and looked back over to Becca.
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Post by Becca Feeler on Jan 19, 2009 15:04:11 GMT -5
Becca didn’t really like to talk about her job with other students at school. She was glad to talk about it outside of school, though. Advertising in public places brought her more money. Advertising at school brought rude comments, rumors, stupid reactions, and unfair treatment. Because she was a stripper, it’d be believed that she’s a slut. She was, but people at school didn’t need to know that about her. For the past three years, everyone at Constance St. Jude had understood that Becca was a nervous stuttering and slightly antisocial bookworm. There was no need to change there opinion about her, especially when it’d only be negative. Becca looked down and away from Jenny, “I teach d-d-dancing south of Central P-Park.” She bit her lip and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.
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Post by Jenny Humphrey on Jan 19, 2009 17:49:19 GMT -5
Jenny smiled and slipped her book into her nap sack. Dancing. Wow. That's cool. She nodded. "That must be fun." She said with one of her sweet friendly smiles. And folded her arms on the table as she waited im paitently for Eric's class to end. She loved Eric dearly but sometimes waiting for him bored her out of her mind. She rested her chin on her amrs and sighed. Glancing at her watch. "Eric I hate all of your classes!" She mumbled to herself, and sighed once more.
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