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#26 Old 9th Jan 2009 at 11:51 AM
Wonderful update.. continue soon!
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Test Subject
#27 Old 17th Jan 2009 at 12:47 AM
I really like where you're going with this so far, and I have to say a real strength of your story is the "voice" of your main character, very natural and very believable. Keep up the good work!
Original Poster
#28 Old 25th Jan 2009 at 5:10 AM
Mollypog, thank you so much. I'm glad to hear that you like it, and thanks for the feed back (:


So, i got my computer all fixed up, and I completely changed the OS. I still need to re-install all my sims 2 stuff, and thankfully I backed up all my sims stuff. So, i should either have an update tonight, even though it's pretty late here, or tomorrow (:
Sorry for the wait guys!
Lab Assistant
#29 Old 17th Feb 2009 at 6:30 AM
keep up the good work
Test Subject
#30 Old 18th Feb 2009 at 9:16 PM
Very enjoyable so far... keep up the good work!
Original Poster
#31 Old 22nd Mar 2009 at 8:04 AM
Default Lesson 5: Part 1.
First of all, I would like i apologize for the lack of an update. Things have been kind of hectic around here, and long story short I ended up having to switch computers and the entire thing was a huge mess, along with trying to keep my school work together ect. ect. I would still like to thank all the people who continued to read this, and those that gave their comments. To just appease all of you, I present this new chapter, with two parts (Ohho!). I hope you enjoy itt.

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Chapter 5; Part 1:
Things aren't always as bad as they seem.


It was awkward, standing in front of a room with the eyes of your peers
leering at you as if you were a new attraction at a circus. I'm not too
good with these sorts of things, so standing in front of the class, my hands
nervously crossed against my chest, I managed to keep my gaze averted
and towards the ground. Lucky for me though, the teacher (Ms. Emmerich)
quickly turned towards the class, and began to explain the situation of a
new student. Then, turning to me, she smiled and told me to at least tell
them my name.

Hesitantly, I glanced up and mumbled, "I'm Alexander, but call me Alex."

With that, I instantly became quiet again, and mentally kicked myself. Large
crowds are definitely not my thing.



Turning back towards me, Ms. Emmerich smiled and began instructing me
on the rules of her class. No gum, no talking, basic things that most
teachers instruct about. Then, after telling me that if I had any questions,
I should ask her because she was nice (or something?) and then pointed my
desk out to me. Nodding, I mumbled a quick 'thank you' under my breath
and quickly headed for my desk.



There were a couple things I noticed on the way to my desk. First, there
was a cute red head sitting in the corner, biting her lip almost nervously
as I passed by. Second, there was another kid with glasses who was
staring at me so intently I thought I was going to burst up in flames. I almost
wanted to turned around and ask what his problem was, but I decided
against it and thought better of myself. After all, I'm already the new kid.
Don't want to make some weird impression, right? So, I reached my seat,
and stared blankly at the girl in the seat next to mine. Blond, blue eyes,
and really, really cute.

Now, i'm not the type to get dumbstruck by
girls that I might potentially like, but I was at a loss for words. All she did
was smile at me. Kind of.



After taking my seat, she tapped my shoulder gently and introduced herself
as "Melissa Wiesel". I was almost tempted to ask if she spelled her last name
the same way the author of the book "Night" did, but I shook the thought
off and gave a quick thanks. Then, she welcomed me to the school, and
for the next couple of seconds we had a light conversation about the
school.

You know, like all the "cool" places to hang out, and pointed out the students
in the classroom and where they generally hung out. After listening to her
talk, I came to the realization that she was probably the type of girl who
liked to make everybody's business her own. As a note to myself, I vowed
to make sure my business stayed safely within myself.



Suddenly, a loud clapping sound erupted from the front of the classroom,
and the echoing of gossiping students slowly died down. Spreading her
arms out in front of her, Ms. Emmerich began talking about whatever it was
they were talking about and after trying to pay attention, I learned that
they were talking about the 1920's and the Great Depression. Sighing
slightly, I glanced around the room and let her words pass over me. I was
never too good at paying attention anyways, and we had already covered
this section at my old school. It was one of the only sections of History I
payed attention in, since the whole "Bootlegging charleston dancers" thing
seemed pretty cool to me.



Time rolled onwards, and Ms. Emmerich's voice was drifting in and out of my
ears. There were times when I'd hear every word she said, and another
moment when I heard nothing. Definitely explained my attention span enough.
I only care for video games though, so it's really no surprise.

Lucky enough, after forty-five minutes, the bell rang indicating a break period
and the class quickly grew louder with students groaning and talking. Chairs
squealed against the floor as the bodies hurried out the door, and glancing
towards Melissa, I smiled and she smiled. Only before hurrying to the door,
of course. Gathering my things, I slowly stood up and pulled out my
schedule, memorized it for about five seconds and followed suit with the
rest of the class.



Stretching my arms out in front of me, I pushed open the classroom door
and moved my body out into the teenage infested hallway. Suddenly, I heard
it. Right as I was about to close the door, I heard somebody call out to me.

"Hey, you! Wait up!"

Turning around, I stared at the kid blankly for a moment. It was. . . the kid
who was staring at me weirdly when I first came in. As I waited for him
to catch up, I could only wonder what he wanted with me.



Forum Resident
#32 Old 22nd Mar 2009 at 8:13 AM
Oh great update !

And RL ALWAYS comes first, unless you have nothing better to do, lol.
Original Poster
#33 Old 22nd Mar 2009 at 9:06 AM
Default Lesson 5: Part 2


Lesson 5; Part 2:
Things aren't always as bad as they seem.



As the boy in glasses hurried over to me, I glanced around the hallway
nervously. I really hoped he wasn't looking for a fight, because I know it
doesn't really look like it, but I'm not much of a fighter. Hint at the sarcasm
there, but in all seriousness, I'm not. Getting into a fight was the last thing
I wanted, and when the kid finally came up to me, I almost cringed.

Quickly giving me a once over, he nodded and smiled. Almost as if he was
satisfied with something. "God, it's been a while Alex. You certainly don't
change much though, I have to admit. I knew it was you by that stupid
look you had on your face the entire time."

There it was. I was almost just expecting a punch to the face, but when he
suddenly just started talking to me, I couldn't help but stare at him with
a strange look on my face. He seemed to have noticed this, and his shoulders
drooped considerably and he spoke again. "No way, you don't remember me?
Jeremy Holt? Your best friend since, Christ, the fourth grade?"



It took me a moment, but suddenly I remembered him. I almost jumped back
a couple of feet and began laughing. Shaking my head, and ran my fingers
dumbly through my hair and smiled. "Oh sh-, I didn't even recognize you.
Glasses? What the hell?"

In midst of our nostalgic laughter, we both managed to wipe away a few
tears from our eyes and move into a hug. We patted each others back, and
I was slightly dumbstruck. This kid had been my best friend since the fourth
grade, and then one day during the seventh grade he just up and moved. It
was probably the saddest day of my life, and ever since then I always
wondered what the crazy bastard was up to. Turns out his eye sight got
worse with all the video games. If there was one thing in common between
us, it was our devoted attraction to video games. Of any kind.



After that awkward moment, we jumped straight into a conversation. Mostly
about my parents, and why I'm now going to this school and it was weird
to explain, yet he listened and laughed, making the small comment, "And
the adopted child strikes again!"

Oh, maybe I might have forgotten to mention this (and it seems stupid that
I did, since it's slightly crucial that you understand this), but I'm adopted.
Gale isn't my blood brother, and my parents aren't really my "parents". I was
six when they adopted me, and even since then I've been living with them.
It was always Jeremy's theory that the reason my parents are so hard on
me is because I'm not their kid. It's hard to think about it like that, but after
listening to him tell me that as a kid, I began to believe it too. After all, they
don't seem to do anything to disprove the theory, and ever since I can
remember, there was a wall separating us. Somehow I got used to it, I guess.

Though, now that I was reunited with this old, stupid friend of mine, I felt
a little better. Adjusting to this "new" life of mine wasn't going to be very
hard anymore since now I had somebody who "understood" me, or whatever
that's suppose to mean. Basically, a kid who's on my side regardless of what
happens.



After I got done talking about the shit that's going on in my life, Jeremy
went into a bland monologue about his home life. His parents were still
as weird as ever, and his younger sister still had a crush on me even though
I hadn't seen her for several years (claiming that I was the only one who
could steal her heart) and I found that sort of funny. His sister was now
in middle school probably, and it was hard to imagine her anything other
than the little girl who used to want to play dress-up with me. I felt a knot
in my stomach as we talked about these things, and I couldn't help but
feel a breath of nostalgia sweep through me.

Though, Jeremy suddenly paused, and I was thankful that he had stopped.
I might have started crying if he had continued on. He wasn't a poetic type
of kid, but he always had a way of describing things that made me feel like
I was taking part of it. I had suddenly noticed somebody else standing next
to Jeremy, and I glanced at him. He smiled, and Jeremy introduced us.



"Alex, this is Luka Martin. Luka, this is Alex. I used to talk about him all the
time, remember?"

Luka slightly laughed and nodded, before turning to me. His hair was pretty
awesome, I had to admit. The color, I mean. I'd never seen somebody
that had hair like that. At the same time, we both stuck out hands out
and grasped the others with a smile, and Luka welcomed me to the school.

"I've heard a lot about you, Alex."
"I've. . . heard nothing about anything" I joked.



Then, suddenly, the three of us engaged in a fruitful conversation that lasted
till the end of the break, and when the bell rang we lingered in the hallways
for a little longer. After announcing that I had computers next, Jeremy
practically jumped out of his skin and proclaimed that he had the same class
too. After waving to Luka, the two of us made our way down the hall.
After we entered the class, things suddenly began to fall into place in a
more comfortable manner, now that Jeremy was with me, and even though
the computer teacher was being a super bitch that day, just knowing that
something had gone right was making my day slightly better.

That, and the fact that Jeremy was playing some game on the internet
instead of listening to the teacher explain the instructions for the day.


Field Researcher
#34 Old 22nd Mar 2009 at 9:15 AM
i have to admit...its a great stories!!
keep up the good work!!

1 little question: where u get thoese hair...it was great...
Lab Assistant
#35 Old 26th Mar 2009 at 6:51 PM
really good update, at least hes got a familiar face now. and its the same with me with the whole adoption thing, there always seems to be something different with the way your parents treat you, just thought it was me lol.

It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honor that we are fighting, but for freedom - for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself.
Original Poster
#36 Old 29th Mar 2009 at 7:45 PM
Default Lesson 6


Lesson 6:
Listen to good advice when given to you


Somehow, with Jeremy by my side, the day managed to pass much quicker
than I had expected. All my teachers seemed fine enough, anyways. Yet,
with the end of the school day coming to a halt, Jeremy had somehow
managed to convince me to meet him in the back of the school with my
soccer uniform on. When the bell rang, I quickly ran back to Gale's, grabbed
my suit and jogged back to campus.

As soon turned the corner to the back of the school, a soccer ball flew
towards me. And that is how the rest of the day was. Jeremy and I took
turns kicking the ball into the goal, we practiced old drills and somehow
managed to make time pass quickly. Luka had been sitting on the sidelines
the entire time, claiming he had nothing better to do.

Unfortunately, I managed to revert back to my old teasing self and bugged
Jeremy the entire time.
"There's no way you can get that ball past me!"



Glaring, Jeremy took a couple steps back, charged up for a moment and then
lunged forward, kicking the ball as hard as possible. It flew at me. I jumped
in the way. It slipped past my fingers, smashing into the net behind me. I
heard a triumphant huff come from Jeremy, and I laughed slightly.



After that goal, we decided to take a break. Moving over to the side lines,
we sat next to Luka and began chatting away. They talked about past
projects, girls they liked, and I simply sat and observed them. It was hard,
knowing that there was this whole other life to Jeremy that I wasn't going
to know. Although, it makes sense, considering neither of us had seen
each other since we were kids.
I wondered if he slightly felt the same way, and after shaking off the
thought, I managed to pick up on the conversation when it was directed
at me.



Turns out that we weren't the only ones who had decided the back of the
school was the place to hang out. Right as we had decided it was time to
head back, I spotted two people huddled against the wall. One of them, a
girl, who seemed familiar smiled and waved us over. Luka and Jeremy sent
each other a glance, and they hesitantly followed me over.

"Yoooou're that new kid, right?" The girl asked, and I nodded.
"Uhh, yeah. Something like that"
"Well, my name's Camellia. This pouty, grumpy faced kid is Vance." Gesturing
to the kid next to her, she pointed out 'Vance', who stared blankly at us.
"Sup" He said.
The three of us, Luka, Jeremy and I, grunted in unison, "Sup".



There was a light conversation between the five of us after the introduction.
I couldn't help but notice that throughout the entire talk, Jeremy and Luka
seemed really tense, and they didn't say much. I guess I'd have to ask
about it later. After a couple of minutes, Luka abruptly announced that we
had to get going, and after that we quickly said our goodbyes. Before I could
leave though, Vance beckoned me back.

"Listen, I'm going to assume you're pretty cool, so if you ever get bored of
those kids you hang out with, come and find me." He said, smirking.

Hesitantly, I nodded in response and turned around, quickly following my
friends footsteps. Luka and Jeremy were waiting for me behind the corner,
looking almost irritated that I had stayed back.



The walk around the back of the school was quiet. It wasn't until we were
standing in front of the school stairs that either of them said anything.
Turning around to face me, Jeremy sighed.

"Listen up Alex. Vance, he's a bad kid. I"ll tell you more about it later, when
they're not around, but trust me. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay
as far the hell away from them." Jeremy warned, and I knew he was serious.



Luka simply nodded, and after giving me their words of warning, the two
turned around and headed down the sidewalk, leaving me to stand with my
thoughts.

If I knew what was good for me? What the hell? Sighing, I watched the two
of them walk off, wondering where Jeremy got off on telling me "what was
good for me". Vance seemed nice, sort of. Well, decent. Maybe. But I
wasn't going to just take Jeremy's word for it. After all, nothing good has
ever come from me assuming things. For instance, after fighting with my
mom, I assumed the whole thing would blow over and I'd still be there.
Look how wrong that thought was.

I relayed the last thing Vance told me (which did seem a bit hostile, i guess),
and what Jeremy told me.

Sighing, I shrugged slightly and pushed Jeremy's warning out of my head. I'll
make my own decisions on who's "bad" and who's "good". Only time could tell
how wrong I really would be.



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