Ashley's heels clicked against the smooth marble as she walked through the halls, her hips swinging per usual. Her nails slid over the leather of her clutch bag, grasping the sleek surface while her other hand freed the clasp and pulled out a small bobby pin, ultimately pinning it between her teeth when she came to a halt in front of her locker. With her left hand, she primped and primed her hair, only to give it better treatment when her locker had been opened. The side mirror provided an ample support to her primping. It took close to twenty minutes for the tealette to settle on a look she was satisfied with, but at long last she had packed up her make up, put away her clutch, closed her locker, and went on her way.
It was another History class; Mr. Holland was as droll and monotonous before--nothing had changed--the subjects where still lacking in her interest, and as usual, the PowerPoints and presentations were even more uninteresting. It was in the exact situation that she found herself -- glaring up at an illuminated screen, pretending to interested in his "Welcome back" lecture while stealing occasional sips from her expensive coffee travel cup. A few notes were on her paper--written in her beloved pastel-pink ink pen--the same one she had been warned not to use last year. Notes were only to be written in red or black ink; both were easy for Mr. Holland to read, while the garish ink of her pen was not. She was in the middle of another gulp from the remnant of her Starbucks order when her phone went off. It was Vic, inquiring about her plans for lunch. She stole a quick glance up at the screen, then to Mr. Holland, and back to her phone. When the cost was clear she slid the narrow phone over the side edge of the desk and typed out a response. "Not much, thinking about heading out. There's a nice little cafe down the street, you could meet us there?"
( Her counterpart is in English or something, idk. )
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Biology was her niche -- the answers poured out of her brain like words and lyrics flowing out of a author's pen. The worksheet she had been assigned was quick, simple, and reminiscent to a phenomenon she had observed in her studies over the summer. Carly was halfway through the opposite side of the paper when she heard a girl speak. "Umm, hi. I'm Kas, umm. Ah, I'm getting flustered over here. sorry, just, I know you're good at this class, and honestly its not one of my best. So, I guess I'm asking, would you be able to help me out with this?" As usual, she greeted the girl with a warm smile. "Hey." She could feel her cheekbones press upward when she spoke, bringing out a slight flush of both excitement and humiliation (she'd always hate when they'd do that). "Oh, umm....I can try my best." Emerald eyes scanned over the side of the bag that occupied the chair adjacent to her. Once the strap had been found she picked up the bag and promptly moved it to the side. "Here, grab your paper and have a seat."
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