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Post by Emerald M. Wellington on Aug 18, 2013 19:25:19 GMT -6
Emerald
I walked down the hall to the very familiar computer classroom. Despite playing the dumb blonde most of the time, it was still my favorite class. Computers were just so... fascinating. Still, her reputation required that she keep her secret talent under wraps and her teacher even agreed to not let on to the other students that I was especially gifted with computers. My heels clicked on the linoleum floors as I entered the room and sat at my computer, dropping my leather tote bag beside me. I wore black heeled booties, skinny jeans, a red camp, and a leather jacket. Simple, tight, and lowcut: just my style. |
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Post by Charlotte Gray on Aug 19, 2013 18:46:05 GMT -6
I played with my necklace as I walked down the hallway to my favorite class of the day. It had always been my favorite and best class since I arrived at the academy. I wasn't going to lie, with as long as I had been here, I was pretty good at everything but anything with computers had a special place in my heart. I took a deep breath and walked into the class. Normally I sat in a the 2nd row of computers from the front at computer 14 but somebody was in my seat. I huffed a bit quietly. I was picky when it came to computers and everybody KNEW that was my seat. Oh well. I ran my fingers through my wavy hair trying to let it go as I strutted over to the blonde girl in my seat and sat right next to her setting my bag on the ground beside me. A few eyes were on us but I ignored them and after a glance at her face I realized I hadn't ever talked to her and I had only seen her like once. She seemed to be the type of girl that annoyed me though, she had that "too good for everybody" look and the type of walk that said she wanted to catch looks. I would know. Pushing that to the back of my mind I turned towards her. With a smile that had a hint of smirk I looked at her. "Hi, Im Charlotte." was all I said. |
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Post by Emerald M. Wellington on Aug 20, 2013 14:52:10 GMT -6
Emerald
I tapped my heel on the ground as I quickly logged into the computer. I have a rotating schedule so that I can use all of the different computers and it was this beauty's turn today. I pursed my full lips together as I began searching the computer, waiting for class to begin. The computer room was usually cold because of the air conditioning but I must be hot-blooded because I was burning up. Shedding my leather jacket, I revealed a simple red cami, trimmed with lace. I continued clicking and typing as a figure walked up next to be, glancing up for a moment, I raised a brow, shooting the girl a questioning look. Charlotte something or other. I was good with remembering names, even if I'd only spoken to this girl once or twice. Then she introduced herself. Well, apparently she forgot my name. "Emerald," I replied with a casual smirk - I wasn't much of a smiler. "Can I help you...?" I added, not quite in a rude way but with clear attitude. |
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Post by Charlotte Gray on Aug 20, 2013 16:18:25 GMT -6
Charlotte
I smirked. You could get a new attitude. I said snarkily in my head but instead of that I decided to play innocent. I wasn't sure who she thought she was though. I shrugged and looked at her calmly. "Oh nothing." I smiled. "I just thought I'd introduce myself since you are in my seat , that's all." I said sitting logging into the computer next to her. I could feel her gaze on my. My lips curled back into a smile.
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Post by Emerald M. Wellington on Aug 20, 2013 17:07:35 GMT -6
Emerald
The snarky bitch with the attitude sat down beside me. Well, someone thinks the sun shines out of her ass. Then again, I'm used to girls like that. Fake confidence, no stability in their lives. They cling to the little things that are stable and protect them with their lives. In this case, it was her sacred computer. Well, I'm having fun ruffling this girl's feathers, then. I didn't bother to glance in her direction as my manicured fingers danced over the keyboard of her computer. "Oh, maybe you misunderstood when the teacher said that there were no assigned seats in this class. No worries, you know now," I replied with a sickly sweet tone, as I continued to run a check on one of the programs I was working on. "But regardless, don't fret, I'll be out of your seat tomorrow, love. I appreciate the variety of computers."
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Post by Charlotte Gray on Aug 20, 2013 17:44:47 GMT -6
Charlotte
Good god she needed to learn her place. I didnt know who she thinks she is being rude like that when all I did was introduce myself. Whatever. she was nothing special. I smiled. "No,I've heard it for the past nine years." I said. "Which is also how long I've sat at that computer, but it's fine. I guess somebody else should get to appreciate it." I smiled at her fakley. "I mean, not everybody gets nice things." I muttered looking up at the board and starting the assignment he had given us. I could be pretty mean when somebody pissed me off.
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Post by Emerald M. Wellington on Aug 20, 2013 18:53:27 GMT -6
Emerald
Rawr. There come the bitch claws. All girls have them, only ones with a temper choose to use them. I chuckled when I heard her reply about nine years. Oh boy. I can see her life story now. Spy parents put her here when she was little and she's never done anything but come here for the past nine years of her life. Again, what a pity. It's quite a shame, because she is very pretty. But still, pretty didn't make up for the fact that she was not my type. Now, now. Don't get all worked up. You're very pretty but bitchy is not an attractive look on you. No offense, of course," I replied with a small smirk, glancing at her a moment then back to my screen.
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Post by Charlotte Gray on Aug 20, 2013 19:34:32 GMT -6
Charlotte
I rolled my eyes. She was ticking my off. I fought the urge to really snap at her. She just wants a reaction, and she started this whole bitch fest anyways. It's not like she could be nice to somebody for 5 minutes. "Well you sure seem to think it looks good on you." I smirked. I could already tell where this whole relationship was going. I was done getting walked over years ago. I looked back at the board and then the computer quickly finishing the first assignment and moving on to other things.
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Post by Emerald M. Wellington on Aug 21, 2013 7:16:01 GMT -6
Emerald
So touchy. Around me, it seems like a lot of people are senstive. What can I say, I'm good at pinpointing weaknesses and provoking tempers. Really, I'm doing them a favor. I teach people that it is much more satisfying not to react then to get all defensive. This girl hasn't learned that quite yet. I sighed lightly with a smirk at her comment. "Most things do look good on me, thank you for noticing," I responded in another sweet tone.
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Post by Charlotte Gray on Aug 21, 2013 17:39:12 GMT -6
Charlotte
I rolled my eyes. I was already so tired of meeting people like her. Watching th come and go. All thinking they're the hottest best thing to ever happen to the academy. I finished my assignment early as usual and the teacher asked me to file some papers really quick. While I was doing that I heard some girls talking about Emerald. "I heard she's only here because she slept with an administrator." I brunette whispered. "Me too!" said the other one. I smirked. It was probably true. She seemed like that. I stalked back over to my computer and sat back down with a pleasant smile.
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