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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 16, 2009 21:28:37 GMT
"Oh..." she said softly, circling around the rim of her can. "Well... now you know me," she said with a smile, hoping that she would be in Abigail's classes - for her sake, of course. "And no one'll pick on you with me around. See, I'm the biggest bully in the place." she said, barely able to keep a straight face.
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Post by probie on Dec 16, 2009 21:32:18 GMT
Abigail blushed and nodded, taking another sip of her coke.
The girl was cute, but it still didnt make her want to stay. She wanted to go back home.. Where guys and girls were alot easier to get with. Not that she really cared. Shed only had one real relationship her whole life and he'd beat her. So she doesnt really know what a relationship is.
She sat down on the bench, pulling her hood over her head.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 16, 2009 21:35:46 GMT
She sat down beside her, worried that she should give the girl some space, but not quite willing to move away from her when she looked so alone. "Hey..." she said, putting her hand on her arm, trying to be sympathetic, "New schools are always hard to get adjusted. Honest, there's loads of nice people here. You must have just started on the wrong foot.... who was it that made fun of you?" she asked, "If it was a big guy called Melville then he's just a douchebag." she said, laughing to try and lighten the mood.
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Post by probie on Dec 17, 2009 3:42:00 GMT
Abigail shook her head. She didnt know Remi's name and really didnt want to get him in trouble. After all, it wasnt Remi who was the trouble. It was his buddy.
"I-I dont know his name.. But I.. I dont wanna get him in trouble.. Its not really him.." She mumbled. She blushed.
"Really.. Im fine.. I just have a bad feeling about this place.."
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 17, 2009 3:50:12 GMT
She nodded slowly, feeling very sorry for the girl. It seemed that there was nothing she could say or do to make her feel any better, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. "Hey, you know if you need anything you just let me know." she told her truthfully. "I can give you my phone number if you want?" she suggested with a shrug, though her heart beat quickly.
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Post by probie on Dec 17, 2009 4:02:55 GMT
Abigail blushed and pulled a pen out of her hoodie pocket. She took Diane's cold hand into her own and scribbled her number on her palm, sure that it would rub off by the end of the night. She tucked the pen back into her pocket and smiled, looking her in the eyes for the first time that night.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 17, 2009 4:07:26 GMT
She smiled, taking the number and running it through her head and trying to remember it off by heart, even though she knew it was useless. She smiled, looking up at her and finding their eyes actually meeting. She was surprised - she had very nice eyes, and it was a shame that she felt too nervous to keep looking into them. She smiled shyly, taking another drink. "If I forget to add my name to the text, don't think I'm a stalker, 'k?" she said, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
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Post by probie on Dec 17, 2009 4:12:16 GMT
Abigail giggled and sipped at her soda. She moved closer and offered her new friend one of her earbuds, imagining that she would refuse it. Not that her music was all that bad. Tokio Hotel, HIM, Breaking Benjamin, Kill Hannah, and Papa Roach pretty much dominated what she listened to, which wasnt too hard of rock. But still.. She didnt know what the girl liked to listen to.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 17, 2009 4:17:51 GMT
She smiled and accepted the headphone, leaning over her shoulder as she watched her skipping through the music. She recognised the names of a few, but recognised very little of the music. "Not really my style, but not bad." she said, "But I'm more of an indie fan. If its not slow and depressing, its not on my iPod," she joked. A lot of people found it surprising just how depressing her music taste was from her character, but she adored the contrast.
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Post by probie on Dec 17, 2009 4:21:30 GMT
Abigail smiled and put on 'Dear Agony' by Breaking Benjamin.
"It dont get much slower and depressing than this, babe." She mumbled, pushing a strand of hair from her eyes and she stole a look at Diane.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 17, 2009 4:28:15 GMT
She laughed and shook her head, gladly accepting the challenge as she pulled her own iPod out of her bag, trying to think of a song which was more depressing than hers. Considering her collection, it wasn't hard. "You're is way too... energetic. Here..." she said, giving her her iPod speaker and putting on the first depressing song she could think of - Wires, by Athlete. It was also her favorite song.
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Post by Aiden Talent on Dec 17, 2009 4:30:57 GMT
Aiden made his way through the Christmas Fair. He had dodged several snowballs and had denied several invitations to join in the fun, only to end up joining anyway. His chocolate brown eyes shifted through the crowds of people lined up for the rides and the food and the fun. It was than that he had recognized Diane, sitting with what looked like another new addition to the school. With a smile, he began making his way to her.
"Guess who," Aiden said in his smooth, Australian accent. His hands were cold as he placed them over Diane's eyes and his mouth was close to her ear. A smile was all ready plastered on his face and his eyes shifted to the girl. He mouthed sh to her and gave her a wink. He was in a plain black coat, darn jeans, black dress shoes, and you could see his white buttoned down shirt.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 17, 2009 4:34:06 GMT
"Um...." she said slowly, feeling the freezing cold on her eyelids and trying to get his hands away from her as quickly as possible, "I don't know, Santa?" she asked, ripping his hands away from her and turning around to him quickly, a fake unimpressed look planted on her face. "My dearest Aiden. Come, sit. This is Abby," she said, introducing her quickly. Aiden was a good person to be there, to show that the school wasn't as bad as it had seemed.
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Lily-Mae
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"You put on a good show but id be willing to bet that youre suffering more than you let anyone see."
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Post by Lily-Mae on Dec 17, 2009 4:35:01 GMT
Lily-Mae shifted through the people following Aiden. He had dragged her all the way down here, so that he could further badger her about what happened in the Library with Diane. He had wanted to know about her scars. She wasn't quite ready to talk about it yet. It was still fresh in her mind. Her hands found her white peacoat's pockets and were immediately warmed. She wore a white dress, which was hidden by the coat, bright blue leggins, and white boots.
She smiled at the girl next to Diane and hit Aiden, who nudged her back. Her bright blue eyes rolled slightly as he winked at the girl. Could he be any more corny and still be alive and real?
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Post by probie on Dec 17, 2009 4:39:16 GMT
Abigail blushed and began fumbling with her things. She hated people.. Hated crowds. She tucked her iPod into her pocket and stood quickly, nearly knocking over her coke.
"I.. I really.. Have to go.." She mumbled quickly, bending at the knees and collecting her things that shed dumped from her messenger bag. She chewed herself out mentally for being such a dork, mumbling threats to herself.
"Nice.. meeting you.." she mumbled as she straightened up.
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