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Group Study Room
By: EloquentMisprints Date: November 21, 2013, 11:51 pm
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Re: Group Study Room
By: GGJ5 Date: January 20, 2014, 3:01 pm
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Erin Spenser
Four-thirty on Thursday, Erin thought as she dropped into one of
the chairs and flicked open a textbook. It was the time that was
supposed to be set aside for her and Jason to talk, but he'd
skipped out of them a few times, and the last time, he'd decided
she wasn't worth it. Erin frowned into her textbook, seeing the
word, but their meaning not registering. She put in earbuds and
turned up her ipod, letting the bass soak up her thoughts.
"Welcome to the exciting world of physical science," she read to
herself, her lips forming the words like a silent film actress.
And she read it again, three more times, her pen absently
drawing spirals in her notebook.
She didn't really want to be in here studying. She didn't really
intend to study. But there wasn't much to do on a weekday
afternoon here, and anyway, all she wanted to do was cuddle in
Jason's arms, or possibly rip his face off. She couldn't decide
which.
The silver lining was that at least she didn't have to go it
entirely alone. She'd already heard the "there are plenty of
fish in the sea" and "long distance relationships don't work"
speeches anyway from selective friends. But that wasn't the
point-- the point was that it hurt, and not many people seemed
to get that. She just wanted to know that it was okay to hurt,
and wanted people to let her hurt until she decided she was done
with it. Or however that worked. Maybe she wouldn't ever be done
with it. But thankfully, there were people like Reese. He got
it. One of the very few who did get it. And he'd seen her hurt,
so he knew it was real. No one else really seemed to think it
was that much of a hurt, or if it was, they didn't do much about
it. Thankfully, he did.
But she knew she couldn't just go cry over to him whenever she
felt sad. It was kind of humiliating, too, that he'd seen her so
upset.... Part of Erin did not ever want to repeat that or
remind him of that part of her ever.
Erin gave an exaggerated sigh, leaning back in her chair and
taking out her phone. She skimmed Twitter, but found nothing of
interest there. It occurred to her that being in a freaking
study hall was the stupidest place to go if she wanted to get
away from her thoughts. Erin shut the cover of the textbook and
dropped her phone on top, as if that sealed it off from her.
Maybe she should just go back to her room, get her guitar, and
take it outside for a little quality time with the music.
But instead, she flipped open to another page in her notebook
and began writing.
I'm won't leave anyone empty again. I will blow him away. He'll
want to find me and chase me, but he won't be able to catch me.
Not quickly, anyway. Or maybe he will, if he's good enough. But
either way, I won't leave anyone feeling empty. I'll make myself
worth it. How do you make yourself worth it, though? Erin
stopped and thought about it. What made guys become smitten with
girls? She'd thought Jason felt that way about her, but she must
have been wrong. So she had to change something, but she had no
idea what to change... Maybe if I become a better kisser... I
need more practice. I wonder if Jason thought I was a bad kisser
and just never told me... I bet he met a new girl who was way
better and that's what it was. So I need to fix that...
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Re: Group Study Room
By: EloquentMisprints Date: January 21, 2014, 9:17 pm
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Sydora Reynalds
Sighing heavily, Sydora glanced over the railing and crinkled
her nose. She really disliked going to the study hall, but the
library was overcrowded and she had a hard time concentrating in
her dorm room, which left her with few options. She shifted her
bag on her shoulder and started down the stairs, almost tumbling
down as her heel caught one of the steps.
"D*mn it." She mumbled, gripping the railing tightly and
fighting off the flush that threatened to spread across her
cheeks. Nothing seemed to be going right lately, not since the
whole Trent incident. A heavy, nervous feeling sat in the pit of
her stomach, twisting every time she thought of him. She'd never
admit it to anyone, save Clarence and Silas, but she was
terrified that her ex-whatever-the-hell-he-was wouldn't care
enough to keep her secret to himself. Sure, Trent wasn't a
complete d*ck, he just didn't really care about anything other
than saving his hide; and she fully believed that he would
publicly award her with a metaphorical certificate for being the
craziest chick on campus.
She shook the thought from her head and willed away the
uncomfortable feeling as she slipped past a girl she vaguely
recognized, opting to sit on the other half of the table. It
wasn't long before she'd spread her books across her portion of
the table and was glaring down at her paper, groaning when her
eyes landed on a huge mistake.
"Seriously?" She moaned, running a hand threw her hair before
digging in her bag for her eraser... and coming up empty handed.
"Do you have a rubber?" She asked the girl at the other end of
the table, Austin or Andy or something. "Do you have a rubber?"
Letting out a little growl of frustration, she chucked her
pencil in the girl's general direction.
"Do you have a rubber?"
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