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Post by nirvana adeline kennedy on Oct 6, 2008 22:17:13 GMT -5
* NIRVANA ADELINE KENNEDY , " don't trade the truth in for lies ,
because then you'll always be right ,
to yourself you'll be the only god you need . " --
* The rhythmic click click click of Nirvana's heels echoed through the empty courtyard. As usual, Nirvana was late. She was surprised that no one had been on her case about it lately. Her attendance at school was erratic at best. When she was at school, she exhibited a disregard for rules and regulations, copped an attitude with her teachers and had been caught smoking in the girls' room more than once. Nirvana was sloppy, rarely followed the dress code and almost never did the work that was required of her. If Nirvana had been trying to get kicked out of school, she would have been really frustrated by now. As it were, Nirvana was not trying to get kicked out of school, she just did not enjoy school at all. She did not excel at it, therefore she despised it. It wasn't that Nirvana was dumb, she wasn't. She just wasn't smart in the school way. Mostly, Nirvana just didn't see the point of it. Like in Lit, they read books and then dissected them until there was no more, picking apart the characters and the plot and the themes. What the fuck was the point of that? Books were for reading and not for dissecting. And then there was math: when in her life was she going to need to figure out how many squares there were on a chessboard by using radicals? Never, that's when. Why couldn't she just count the squares on the chessboard anyway? In reality, unless you were going to be a math professor, you didn't need to know anything past the four operations yet the schools still made you suffer through algebra and geometry and calculus and functions. It was all so pointless.
* That's exactly why most of the time Nirvana chose not to go to class and when she actually did show up to school, she only went to one or two of her classes. Usually it was history and art, which happened to be two of her favourite classes because she enjoyed them. There were no pointless activities in art or history it was just... art and history. After that her most attended class was surprisingly math. She despised the class with every fiber in her being, but when you had a teacher like Monsieur Ames, well... you'd be crazy not to go to class. In fact last year, math had been the class that Nirvana had attended most. She didn't do much work in it, but she had near perfect attendance. But, that was what happened when you were reaping a reward for going to class. Hell, if all of Nirvana's teachers were hot and willing to mess around with her, she'd actually show up at school a hell of a lot more. When you had the right motivation, you would do just about anything. All Nirvana needed was the right motivation and Monsieur Ames had been... more than willing to give Nirvana the proper motivation to attend his class on a regular basis.
* If Nirvana had that kind of motivation to get out of bed for her first period class... well, she wouldn't be out in the courtyard right now. More correctly, if she had that kind of motivation to get to any of her classes, she would have dragged her scrawny ass out of bed before eleven in the morning and would have arrived at school long before the end of lunch period. As it were, she had not. And when Nirvana had finally made it to the school, lunch period had been over for about fifteen minutes which meant that Nirvana was late for math class. But Nirvana didn't run off to class like a good little girl (as it was obvious that Nirvana was not a good little girl), instead she took her time. No one was around, milling about in the courtyard on a free period or something like that, but that did not stop Nirvana from taking a seat on one of the many stone benches and pulling out a cigarette and a matchbook. She placed the cigarette between her lips while taking a match from the book and striking it against the bench before lighting the end of the cigarette. She quickly waved it out, flicking the burnt out match away. That was a quirk of Nirvana's - when she was smoking cigarettes, she always used matches but when she was smoking a bowl, a lighter was the weapon of choice. There wasn't really an explanation as to why she did it, except for the fact that she though that cigarettes were just better in general when you were lighting them from a match. Figure that one out.
* Nirvana took a drag, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling. She watched as the smoke curled up from her mouth, dissipating into the dreary sky. It really was an ugly day out: the sky was gray and it was chilly, from the looks of it, rain was threatening to fall. Summer was definitely gone and that was a depressing thought. Nirvana missed the days where she could sleep all day and party all night, like she had been able to all summer. Actually, Nirvana was still partying quite a bit, even on school nights, but the repercussions were a lot worse. Being forced to go to school hung over was not a pleasant thing. Though, it didn't matter all that much if it was summer or not - Nirvana did what she pleased no matter what season it was. And soon, her life would be just like one great summer vacation. All she had to do was get out of high school and she was free. It was this thought that had gotten Nirvana thinking as she woke up later that morning. In order to be free, she'd actually have to graduate and in order to do that, she'd have to actually do some work this term. In previous years, Nirvana had managed to pass her classes by the skin of her teeth, by cramming for exams and doing fairly well on them. But this year, that would be a lot harder. The work was much harder than it ever had been before, and without a sturdy knowledge of the lessons of previous years it was going to be very difficult to stay on top. In short this meant that Nirvana was going to have to actually attend school regularly now. Gulp.
* The very thought of having to attend classes everyday made Nirvana grimace in distaste. It was all so unfortunate. With a sigh, Nirvana finished off her cigarette, butting it out on the bench and flicking it away from her just as she had with the match. She rose slowly to her feet, tugging the end of her slip-dress farther over her legs and pulling her leather jacket tighter around her body. It was getting colder, and it wasn't the type of cold that Nirvana enjoyed. This was the kind of cold that chilled you to your bones and that was never a pleasant cold to be. Another sigh and Nirvana took off across the courtyard again, the clicking of her heels narrating her movements. At this time, she had about twenty minutes until the class she was supposed to be in ended. Lovely. Better late than never, though. Isn't that what was always said? The girl quickly made her way through the courtyard and into the school. The sunglasses were pulled off her face as she entered the building and she tucked them over-top of her dress for safe keeping. Nirvana moved quickly through the school. In a matter or moments she was knocking lightly on the door to her math class and opening it up. "Sorry I'm late, sir." She said, smiling sweetly with her voice dripping with faux innocence. "Traffic and stuff." She lied, knowing full well that Monsieur Ames wouldn't call her on it. The worst he could do was keep her after class and they both knew what they used to do after class. Without waiting for the attractive older man to answer, Nirvana moved into the room and took the only available seat - one in the front row, right by the door - and folded her arms over the desk, still smiling sweetly. Coming to class would have been much more beneficial if she had come to class prepared, which she had not. Way to show you care, Nirvana.
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wearing , this
post status , finished.
word count , 1416
current music , let it rock - kevin rudolf ft. lil wayne.
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Post by jacques christophe ames on Oct 6, 2008 23:07:24 GMT -5
because we all have problems to handle!
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Tapping a piece of chalk on the board as he chewed what was left of his lunch he had to figure out something to teach, some of the kids would already know what he was planning on teaching and other like Nirvana wouldn't even pay any attention. He knew most of the girls liked him for whatever reason he didn't know maybe it was because he was the youngest best looking teacher at the school or maybe it was because he didn't give a shit about anything. hearing heels outside of his door, Jacques faced the door seeing one of his fellow co-workers walking to her class. She was pretty hot but her glasses and the mole on her face was just not what he would go for, when she waved he waved and started to erase once again. Turning his back to the board he made his way over to the window closing his eyes before opening them once more. This was going to be a long day and hopefully the day would get so much better since he couldn't stand being bored for long, but then again he had a meeting in a couple of classes which was going to take up most of his time. That was the only time he had at least five minutes to himself since on his lunch period he had kids coming in for help on whatever they could think of..mostly girls and some boys. Pushing himself off the window, he faced his eyes to the clock on the wall. "Four minutes.." He muttered moving over the first row of desk. trying to fix them to be perfect. If there was one thing he hated about his classroom would be the desk, and how close they were to his desk.
Jacques smiled softly to himself as he made his way over to his desk once more before sitting down to wait. Picking up his cup of cold coffee, he twirled around in his chair thinking about what he should do today with his class, he was thinking about making them do group work so he could sit back and do nothing, that sounded like a plan to him. He shook his head softly pulling the drawer next to him out and looking for the worksheet he had made earlier that day for them. "better than nothing." He declared getting up quickly to push two desk together at a time of course he had one in the first row left which made him uneasy he hoped that Nirvana wasn't coming today, he really hoped. Placing a worksheet on every table, he jumped as the bell rang quickly fixing his tie before going back to his board to write the directions on the board of course he was going to explain them to them later but as of right now a quick direction wouldn't hurt. Clearing his throat he made his way back over to his chair to sit down, just as teens were rushing though the door. He nodded offering smiles to his students before rubbing his sore eyes. "Bonjour class, I have graded most of the test in this period, and most were good and some were horrible so, I decided you guys get to do a group activity while I finish the rest of the test." He paused to let them cheer before placing his hand in the air. "That's enough, directions are on the board and have fun." He nodded softly before sitting back down, looking around but no sign of Nirvana, he let out a quick breath of relief.
Running his fingers softly though his hair, Jacques looked down at the papers on his desk, and the one and only Nirvana's was faced up and ready to grade although he knew what grade she most likely made but he had to grade it, if only she would try as hard as when he was..well with her then she would pass with flying colors. Letting out a soft huff, Jacques continued to grade although the thoughts of her and him were in his mind forever. He could get fired for doing this and his wife would leave him and he would live in a cardboard boxes for the rest of his life. What was he doing wasting his time with a teenage girl and being so unfaithful to his wife, he was a horrible man and horrible man with a serious problem. He would look up from his papers to his quiet class working which put a smile on the young adults face, teenagers were so much easier to deal with. Only thing was they reminded him of his younger brother, he pretty much killed his brother although it wasn't really his fault, it was just a road that was taken to a point of no return. His thoughts were soon drowned by the sounds of knocking, of course his class were too into their work sheet to notice Nirvana come in, his face turned bright red as she stated 'sorry I'm late,' more like I'm sorry you even came at all. Jacques gulped but not loud enough for his students to hear, before standing up from his seat. "Nirvana can I see you in the hall...now!" He stated with a bit of anger in his voice, only because it felt as if she was using him for whatever reason he felt it. "Continue class what your doing." He declared walking over to the door, holding it open for her to go out first..this should be good.[/color] status, finished words, bunches and bunches tagged, madame nirvana notes,woah woah woah xD[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by nirvana adeline kennedy on Oct 8, 2008 17:30:23 GMT -5
* NIRVANA ADELINE KENNEDY , " don't trade the truth in for lies ,
because then you'll always be right ,
to yourself you'll be the only god you need . " --
* Nirvana did feel slightly guilty about the events of the passed year. She was the other woman, a tool Monsieur Ames was using to cheat on his wife. Nirvana had never really had a problem flirting with other girls' boyfriends, actually doing anything usually crossed a line. If it did happen, Nirvana usually wasn't in the right state of mind to be making judgment calls. But with last year's affair Nirvana had been completely sober when things had started - as irresponsible of a student Nirvana was, she never went to school high, ever - and completely sober when things proceeded. She was always completely aware of the fact that she was getting in the middle of their marriage. There was always a small nugget of guilt in the pit of her stomach. Especially when she thought about what would have happened if they had gotten sloppy last year. If they had gotten caught, it would have screwed up Jacques' entire life. She would come off as the innocent schoolgirl because that was what she was - a schoolgirl. She may not exactly be innocent, but she was underage. If they had gotten caught, Monsieur Ames would have been persecuted and she would have gotten off basically scot-free. Sure, she would have gotten a lecture in the ways a proper lady was supposed to behave and how her behaviour was inappropriate and etcetera etcetera. It would be something that Nirvana could easily turn out. For him, he wouldn't be able to tune it out. For one, he'd lose his job and probably his wife. That's exactly why Nirvana hadn't been sloppy about their affair. She didn't mention it to anyone, and when in class she treated him with the same distaste she treated almost all her other teachers with. She would feel horrible if he had to suffer all the consequences for something they had done together.
* As she entered the classroom, the girl took notice of how bright her teacher blushed. Well, that pleased her a bit. She felt good knowing that she could make him squirm. When he asked her to step out into the hall, her eyebrows rose. She couldn't remember the last time a teacher took her out in the hall for a talking to. Possibly because most teachers had given up on Nirvana's behaviour long ago. As long as she didn't act like a shit in class, they didn't care. With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Nirvana got out of her seat and crossed the short expanse between the door and her desk again. As she passed Jacques holding the door open for her, she shot him a curious look. It was strange, she'd never seen him angry with her before. At least, not that she could remember. It was very possible that he had been once or twice before, when she had come to class really late and made up some bullshit excuse with a cocky little smile and expected nothing to happen. It was understandable why someone would get upset with her, though. The girl had an air of superiority, as if she thought she was above the law. She thought higher of herself than she did of her classmates and that was easily told by the attitude she exhibited. To her, they didn't matter. They just took up air and weren't really important. There was one person who was important in Nirvana's life and that person was her. Sure, she had friends and some of them mattered to her a bit, when push came to shove, the only thing that Nirvana really cared about was herself. She wasn't alone in this way of thinking, but she probably was one of the few that actually admitted it.
* Stepping outside the classroom, Nirvana leaned against the wall outside. "You know, you just turned awfully red. Is something making you nervous, Monsieur?" The girl asked, smiling up at her teacher. Copping the smart ass act was a great idea at this point, when he was already clearly angry with her. It was her default, though. It was pretty difficult to get Nirvana to have a serious conversation. Serious just wasn't her style. Tugging on the ends of her jacket, Nirvana sighed. "Can we hurry this along? I'm missing valuable class time, sir. You wouldn't want me to get behind, would you?" A smirk crossed her features. She was definitely enjoying this, for some reason or another.
tagged for , monsieur jacques ames.
wearing , this
post status , finished.
word count , 733
current music , i've got a feeling - sing it loud.
post notes , sorry for the short. :c i just kind of... lost steam and a point to my rambling. x) next post will be better. (:
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