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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 27, 2013 17:08:48 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
The glistening ray of sunshine, filled a hallway full of students. A hush fell throughout the hallway, only the clack of Prada heels making a single sound. A wave of beach blonde hair swiveled down her toned shoulders, her Tiffany box-blue eyes ignoring all the stares she received. Anastasia Carmichael pursed her full red lips in surprise. She had Ramad High School on the tip of her fingers and she was glad she did. It only took Ana five days to be queen-bee and Ana rocked the throne. Her size zero body fitted into a Barney's lace white blouse and dark blue Miu Miu skinny jeans. Her ears shone off elegant Tiffany blue duds, that matched her eyes perfectly. Ana hugged her books to her chest, making her way down the corridor. A pack of whistles escaped Ramad High's football team, Ana blowing a kiss toward them.
Ana could feel someone watching her intensely, her insides crumbling a bit. Ana breathed in slowly, remembering that she got straight A's and no one could use nothing against her. Ana flipped her pure blonde hair over her shoulder and with that she turned the corner sharply. The hall evaporated into whispers and shouts of students. Ana had won them over and will do the same to the ones that didn't love her. After all, Ana was irresistible. Ana's waist shoved sharply from side ot side, her mind replaying every embarrasing video and photo she caught.
The warning bell rang, notifying Ramad HIgh's students that there was only five minutes to get to class. But Ana kept walking, taking her time. She had Physics next and only listened to the clack of her heels. The scene of students rushing to their lockers and running into classrooms, bit back a memory for Ana. She didn't want to be late for her class and with that she turned her head from side to side, checking for anyone. Ana ran, not caring if she was caught running. She was going to have to sue that person eventually. Ana finally made it, her Tiffany box-blue eyes lighting up with excitement. Ana smiled at the class, giving her famous Carmichael smile she gave to the magazines. Eyes were locked onto her, as Ana handed the the teacher a note.
WORDS ### TAGGED leon. NOTES fancy meeting you again (y) TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 27, 2013 17:57:32 GMT -5
I glance up as the hall goes silent, my dark brown eyes resting on Ana, the girl I'd been forced to give a tour to only days before. I mentally shake my head, shutting my locker as I start down the hallway towards my physics class. I push my hair out of my face, tapping my pencil against my top binder before I walk in the door, taking my seat in the back corner.
I look at the board, opening my book to the right page to start the Warm Up. The room goes silent and I look up for a moment to see Ana waltz in before her manicured nails hand Ms. Stevenson a note. I look back at my paper, eyes flicking over the empty seat beside me as I looked back down. I bite my lower lip thoughtfully, flipping back a few pages to re-read a few paragraphs, confused by the wording of the question. Eh, she always gave us the answers and an explanation later anyway.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 27, 2013 18:50:46 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Ana smiled sweetly at Ms. Stevenson and looked around the room. Guys hung their heads hung, in a sign of please sit next to me. Ana just winked at them and and looked around. Her Tiffany box-blue eyes landed ona famalier dark-headed guy. Ana snickered softly and sashayed toward the empty desk next to him. Ana wasn't late, thankfully she made it in time to start Warm-Up. Ana's head hung high, her Prada heels clacking loudly erupting everyone's thoughts. Ms. Stevenson glared at Ana, but Ana just ignored her. There possibly couldn't be a warning for wearing heels. Ana saw everyone wear heels and their wasn't going to be a rule against them. Ana pursed her red lips and flipped her blonde hair in slow mo-motion. Ana gracefully slipped into the seat next to Leon, her movement graceful like she was dancing. Ana frowned, not caring who saw. She missed dancing and the eyes of her teacher following her every movement.
Dancing was Ana Carmichael's life and she wanted to get it back. She pointed her toes lightly against the hard floor, remembering the foot movements. Suddenly, Ana snapped back to reality and pulled out her physics book, turning to the warm-up page. Opening a fresh page and scribbling the date, Ana blinked feared that she was close to tears just for some lousy dance memory. Ana's toned face became hard, like the queen-bee she was. Ana pursed her lips tightly and leaned toward Leon. She moved her notebook toward him, lookign up. If anyone saw them, they thought Ana was asking for help. Brilliant. Ana's lips close to his ear, hearing his steady breathing. "Missed me?" Ana's voice didn't waver a bit. Her china-blue eyes met his.
WORDS ### TAGGED leon. NOTES fancy meeting you again (y) TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 27, 2013 19:02:17 GMT -5
I scrawl out my answer, glancing up for a moment at the sound of heels in time to watch Ana slip into the chair beside mine. I almost huff but turn back gaze back to my paper, adding the date at the top before I set my black and red lead pencil down.
I glance back towards the pretty blonde who was sitting beside me as her notebook slide across the shared desk towards me. I raise my eyebrows at her question, my face flushing an embarrassed shade of red. Why was she wasting her time on me when she could be in the locker room fucking the quarterback of the football team? Finally I just shrug my shoulders, awkwardly picking up my pencil and tapping it on my desk.
I wished Ms. Stevenson would get on us for talking, even if I took the heat, this as just.. uncomfortable. I wasn't good with people, let alone girls.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 27, 2013 19:33:34 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Ana smirked when Leon blushed a deep color of red. Ana had that kind of effect on any kind of guy. Ana looked at him, waiting for an answer. Ana pursed her lips when he didn't. Ana just took his shrug for an answer. Ana pursed her lips and was on the edge of embarrassing in front of the whole class. "Just wait." Ana's bitchy voice kicked back in. She glared at Leon moved her notebook away from his. Ana's Tiffany box-blue eyes scanned the questions, as her pencil flew to wright the answers down. Ana couldn't think of girl who was popular and didn't get good grades. It was just a stupid idea and was easy for Ana to ruin their reputation. Ana had nothing on Leon, but she had to. It was the work of a queen-bee. Ana reached inside Chanel messenger bag and grabbed her IPhone 5. Ana ignored everyone and squinted at her phone. She recently had a few text messages and voicemails.
Everyone was a stupid and Ana knew it. But Leon was just tough to get into. He rarely talk to Ana, but caught his eye a few times whenever she was around him. Boys. Ana muttered under breath and sucked in the fresh air. Ana looked around, her china-blue eyes sometimes catching guy's eyes. Girls just shrinked under their books. Ana rolled her eyes pursed her lips. She stole a glance at Ms. Stevenson. The clock was ticking and her teacher was doing nothing important. Ana glanced at Leon. Well at least he was her only hope. Ana nudged his shoulder, catching his attention. Her china-blue eyes glared at him, digging. "What's your problem?" Ana's voice was barely a whisper. It was somehow Ana was trying to avoid whispering besides the yelling part.
WORDS ### TAGGED leon. NOTES fancy meeting you again (y) TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 27, 2013 19:52:47 GMT -5
I roll my eyes as she spoke again, her voice threatening. What? Was that supposed to scare me? Did Ana really think she could ruin my rep, everyone already knew that my family was pretty much as poor as dirt. I run a hand through my hair, working out a small knot before flipping it over my shoulder as I swung my pencil between my fingers.
I glance over as she pulls out her phone and I look back towards the front of the class, hoping that we'd start a lesson or something soon, but Ms. Stevenson was helping a kid in the front, apparently explaining something that he found difficult.
My dark brown gaze returns to Ana as she nudges my shoulder before her words reach my ear. I stare at her in disbelief for a moment before I shake my head. "What's my problem? What's yours! Just 'cause I'm not drooling over you and kissing your feet?" I whisper angrily, making sure to keep my voice down. I blink at myself, looking back at my paper. Where had that come from? Well, my annoyance.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 27, 2013 20:06:26 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Ana smiled after his stupid response. Well at least Leon had guts. "Just shut up." Ana said, quietly. Why had she gotten stuck in this class with Leon the Jerk. Ana shook her head, her ringlets showering around her like roses. Ana pursed her red lips tightly and went back to seat. Ana crossed her legs gracefully and looked at Ms. Stevenson. Still bothered with that kid. He turned his head and made eye contact with Ana, before he walked back to his seat. Ana's face was block solid as she took her IPhone 5 out from her bag. Ana unlocked her phone looked through her text messages. One asked her to go out and anothet text message was just nothing. Ana blinked hard, glaring at the blank messgaes. Idiot. Ana rolled her eyes and responded to the message she got,putting her phone in front of her notebook.
Ana looked around and looked at the clock. Ms. Stevenson wasted that time. Ana looked at her phone, feeling it vibrate. She smiled thoughtfully, when she got a text from her best friend Chelsea. You fucken have to dig him out. for answers. He's worth a million karats. I trust you. Ana's face went blank. She couldn't believe Chelsea told her to get the star quarterback of Ramad High's football team. Ana blinked and returned her friend's text. She blocked out everyone and stared at her reflection. She locked her phone and stared back at herself. Nothing was hard or impossible for a Carmichael. And Ana believed it.
WORDS ### TAGGED leon. NOTES fancy meeting you again (y) TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 27, 2013 20:12:49 GMT -5
I tap my fingers along the desk, not looking at her as she told me to shut up. It seemed I had surprised her, that much was pretty obvious. I'd surprised myself more than anyone, actually. I'd never really spoke up for myself before, much less against one of the most popular people in school. But, then again, I'd never been the direct target of someone before.
I glance over to Ana, watching as she texted. I shake my head a bit, looking back forward before I bit at my thumbnail, wishing that this class period would go faster. I wanted to go home. Or just leave, whichever came easier. A soft sigh passes from my full lips and I turn to a new page in my notebook, starting to draw out a cat, pencil forming the whiskers.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 28, 2013 15:32:25 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Ana pursed her red lips and looked around the room. Most people were on their phones or flirting. amatures. Ana thought rolling her china-blue eyes. She threw her beach blonde hair over her shoulder and caught someones eye. Ana peeked out at the corner of her eye and caught the star quarterback of Ramad High's football team eye. Ana blushed lightly, returning his wink. Ana snapped her head around and looked down at her phone. She just received another text from Chelsea. Hope you've gotten enough fuel to go again. He was wicked. Ana smiled. She partly blushed, when Chelsea mentioned he was wicked. Ana chuckled light under her breath and returned Chelsea's text. Ana ran her manicured fingers through her tangle-free hair and closed her eyes.
She could hear the breathing of Leon beside her and the whispers of her classmates. Memories started flooding back to her. Dance, cheerleading, and being new to Ramad High. Ana breathed slowly, in and out. Even though things were rushing at her, Ana was able to handle them. She was able to handle anything. Ana pursed her lips and looked up at the clock. Two more minutes till class ended. Ana's eyes ran toward Ms. Stevenson who was on the phone with office. "Idiots." Ana muttered under her breath and tightened her red lips. Finally she wouldn't be standing around wanna-bees anymore.
Ana belonged in the halls. Ana closed her physics book and dropped it into her bag. Ana looked outside, her toned porcelain skin lighting up. Ana blinked and looked down. Her head wasn't going to automatically cut off. Ana saw a group of kids sauntered under the window and smirked. She turned her IPhone 5 to camera and took a picture of them. No one would notice a thing. Sore losers were born losers after all. Ana smiled to herself, satisfied with another job well done. She uploaded about over three hundred humiliating pictures of Ramad High School's students and they shrinked back into their shadows. Ana fingered her Tiffany duds and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.
WORDS ### TAGGED leon. NOTES fancy meeting you again (y) TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 28, 2013 15:58:02 GMT -5
Eventually I finish my cat and I scrawl out 'Oscar' under it, drawing a smiley face beside the name. I sigh to myself and look up towards the clock to see that we only had a few minutes before class ended. I shake my head a bit, where had time gone? I stack my binders again, standing up to put my lead pencil into the pocket of my jeans before I sit back down, pushing my bangs out of my face.
I glance over at Ana as she pulls out her phone before looking back to where Ms. Stevenson was talking on the phone, her back turned towards us. This was my last class, thank God. I jsut wanted to go home.
I get to my feet as the bell rings, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I mentally huff as I have to stop to wait for Ana to get up since she had the outside seat and our shared desk was against the wall.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 28, 2013 16:22:48 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Ana looked down at her IPhone 5. One more minute till class ended. Ana pursed her lips and closed her notebook, throwing it into her Chanel messenger bag. Ana swiped stain away from her cheek and folded her arms across her chest. The bell rang and students threw their belongings into backpacks and messenger bags. Ana kicked her chair behind her, barely making a shrieking sound. Ana turned on her heels and looked back at Leon. "See ya later." Ana winked at him and envoloped her right arm through the football player. He looked down and blushed a deep red. Ana blew him a kiss and sauntered off, looping her toned arm away from his. Ana was the first one out of the class and strutted away, her beach blonde hair swishing behind her. Ana vanished into the crowd, another hall waiting for her yet again.
WORDS ### TAGGED leon. NOTES fancy meeting you again (y) TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 28, 2013 17:20:45 GMT -5
"Bye." I reply softly, watching as she looped her arm through his. I roll my eyes a bit and follow after the crowd of people streaming towards the door. I start down the hallway before pushing open the door to where the carpool was. I walk up to my dad's old truck, one of the back doors opening before I'm ten feet from it.
The youngest, a toddler, runs towards me, holding out her hands for me to pick her up. I chuckle and happily oblige, bringing her up onto my shoulders. She grabs tiny fistfuls of my hair, pulling them around like the reins of a horse. "giddyup, big brudda Leon." she giggles and I shake my head, walking the last few feet to the truck before taking her off my shoulders and sticking her onto her car seat. "Who unbuckled Marie?" I ask in a parental tone as I re do her buckles before stepping back to make room for my other two sisters to get in.
I toss my book bag into the back of the white truck before pulling open the passenger side door to climb in.
(le new post after one more Ana one? cx)
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 28, 2013 19:35:16 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Ana slammed her locker shut, flipping her golden blonde locks over her shoulder and waving bye to Ramad High School. Her Prada heels clacked loudly, a path already made for her. Ana pursed her red lips and slung her messenger bag over her athletic, toned shoulder. Ana shoved a freshman aside, shooting her a glare. Ana smiled when she saw Chelsea. Ana tugged on her hand and sashayed out of the front doors of the high school. Ana got hit by a ray of sunshine, but slid her her black Gucci sunglasses over her Tiffany box-blue eyes. Ana looked around the carpool parking lot and saw Leon with a little girl. Ana caught the girl's eyes and smiled sweetly. Finally, a black limo pulled up in front of the school's driveway, a flash of gold hair disappearing inside. The limo drove away, million of eyes watching it drive away.
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WORDS ### TAGGED leon. NOTES fancy meeting you again (y) TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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