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Post by lily bennet* on Feb 26, 2009 18:37:26 GMT -5
________________________________________ Is it really pathetic to be in the library by yourself in your first week of school? Maybe, maybe not, but Lily thought so, and she cursed herself for falling back into her old ways without skipping a beat at this new school. This had been, for the most part, her first opportunity to make friends and not be the hopelessly shy girl that she'd been for so many years. Three days and no friends later, Lily was feeling like she'd blown it big time. When she'd been introduced on her first day, she'd just stood there, playing with her ring and not looking anyone in the eye. Now that she thought about it, who would have wanted to be her friend after seeing that? So she'd taken the exact same seat she'd had in her old school-in the very back corner, isolated, alone.
Of course, she didn't have people chattering to her about things she didn't care about, and it gave her more of an opportunity to figure out where she was in terms of catch-up in new classes, but she'd felt more lonely than she ever had. Her only safe haven, as always, was the library. Since she had no one to sit with at lunch, she took her sandwich to the quiet, dark room. At a small table by the window, she ate alone, taking small bites while she read Macbeth for the fourth time. She was always fascinated with the characters-the evil of Lady Macbeth, the innocence of Duncan. She could see this play acted out in real life, to be sure.
She looked around the empty library as she ate, and tugged at her tee shirt self consciously. Lily knew that she was dressed plainly; she never wanted to be elaborate. All the same, every time she wore baggy clothes, she felt more depressed. The more she looked at herself, the more she hated herself, and the more she just wanted to disappear. So much for a new start.
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Post by * gabrielle emily mello { on Mar 1, 2009 14:27:04 GMT -5
test: (noun) any thing dreaded that your "teachers" say is "good" for you. soon after, you explode for no reason.
tests were the one thing that every student in the entire world could agree that they hated. testing called for extra hours of study for most, failure for some, and paranoia that they're not going to do as well next time for others. the silence was always annoying, and it always felt like the hour that you had to complete your test either goes by too fast or can't go by fast enough. for all it's two completely opposite ends of the spectrum, but neither means anything good.
testing was the exact reason that gabrielle mello was spending her lunch period studying in the library. she had a huge american history test next period, and she couldn't tell you the difference between washington and jefferson. she never understood the point of having to take courses like american history, chemistry, algebra II, and the like. it wasn't like she was planning on being a historian, or a chemist, or a mathematician, so why did it matter? still, she was forced to take these pointless classes, forced to take these pointless tests, and she really didn't feel like failing.
with her bagged lunch in her right hand and her history book in her left, she entered the library and made her way to the back. this wasn't the first time that she'd spent her lunch studying, and every single time she'd sat in the back of the room. it was better, because if people decided to come in and goof off, she was back in the corner, uninterrupted. today, though, as she walked to the back of the room, she noticed that her regular table was already occupied.
she'd never seen the girl before; at least she didn't think she did. it seemed as if the two of them were in the same boat, though, as the girl sat there, lunch in one hand, reading macbeth. instead of being rude and just walking back over to the other side of the room, she decided to be nice and introduce herself, or at least attempt to. she walked over to the table, set her book and lunch down on it, and looked at the girl. "macbeth, huh?" she asked, staring at the book's cover.
word count! :: 391!
music! :: 'crushcrushcrush' by paramore!
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Post by lily bennet* on Mar 2, 2009 15:29:31 GMT -5
________________________________________ Lily, by this point, was absolutely entranced in the story. Macbeth had just slaughtered Duncan, beloved king of Scotland, and was beginning to hear voices. The sinister Lady Macbeth, satisfied with her husband's vile course of action, goes to frame the guards. A storm brews; people begin to knock at Macbeth’s door. All of a sudden, people begin to awaken...
At the very moment that the porter began his speech, Lily felt the table move, and saw something drop onto the table out of the corner of her eye. She jumped, throwing the book from her, and jerked her head up to look at a girl she'd never seen before. Calming down, Lily was humiliated. Of course it wasn’t her father; why did she even have the slightest idea that it could possibly be him? Embarrassed by her reaction, she pushed her hair behind her ear and blushed crimson as she looked at the girl.
She was different from the other girls she’d seen at school. Most of them had the uniform appearance of anyone in a typical high school-long, straight hair in some degree of blonde; designer everything; unfriendly, critical eye. This girl had shorter, two tone hair. Her clothes were somewhat out of the ordinary, and her shoes were not unlike the ones that she wore herself.
“Y-yeah” Lily stammered, flipping back to her place in the book. She pushed her sandwich to the side, to make at least a little more room for the girl that apparently wanted to give her at least the time of day. “It’s one of my favorites.” She put her bookmark in the spot she’d left off at and looked at the girl.
“I’m Lily” she said, phrasing it more like a question than as a statement. She looked up at the girl expectantly. The girl’s response would set the course of their friendship, or lack thereof, and Lily was really hoping for a friend out of this.
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Post by * gabrielle emily mello { on Mar 2, 2009 16:15:20 GMT -5
for a moment, gabbi felt almost sorry for disturbing the girl. she seemed so into the story, and it wasn't like she really needed to be nice and introduce herself. there was always time for that later, of course, if she felt like being nice. then again, she probably wouldn't feel nice enough to introduce herself later. she'd be worried about the test, aggrivated that she just wasted a whole lunch period studying when it probably wouldn't make a difference in her test grade and, overall, not in good humor. the girl at the table could always send her away if she wanted to continue reading.
she saw the girl jump when the books were dropped on the table, and she tried to stop herself from smiling. it was almost amusing seeing it; the girl had been so wrapped up in macbeth's fictional world that the slightest bit of noise scared her. true, it was a pretty loud noise in a quiet place, but gabbi would bet that even the slightest noise of, say, a pen dropping, would startle her.
most of the girls at the high school were rich brats, the kind that lived in penthouse apartments in the upper-east side of the city, the kind you saw on pathetic television shows like 'gossip girl'. this girl looked different, though; sweeter, if you could tell by one's appearance. she was almost certain just by looking at the girl that she wasn't one of those rich, snotty girls that normally roamed the halls, and that was refreshing. still, you can't judge a book by it's cover.
pulling at one of the chairs, she sat down and made herself comfortable while the girl stammered. "really?" gabbi asked, in awe at the girl's statement. "i couldn't make heads or tails of it, really. i'm not much of a sheakespeare fan." this girl must have been intelligent, then, to have a favorite book like this. far more intelligent than she was, at least. still, she seemed nice enough, so she stayed seated at the table.
she nodded at the girl's introduction. "gabrielle." she said, introducing herself. "but i'm pretty sure my grandmother's the only one who calls me that, so you can call me gabbi." she smiled at the girl, trying to calm what seemed like nerves. lily seemed uncomfortable, to say the least, and she didn't want her to feel that way. "are you new here?" she asked suddenly, trying to make conversation. "i don't think i've seen you before."
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music! :: 'mother may i' by eatmewhileimhot!
outfit! :: here!
misc! :: eh. it's not very good; a lot of rambling. i'm sorry!
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Post by lily bennet* on Mar 2, 2009 20:09:02 GMT -5
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Lily smiled back at her, trying to play off the fact that she’d just freaked out over nothing. It was a defense strategy, and one that she’d become very good at over the years. She naturally put off the signals that she was extremely shy, and she did so on purpose. Being shy was a normal character trait, just as normal people are excitable or bossy. That way, when she did have these unnatural reactions, such as jumping too easily or not being comfortable with people touching her, she was able to shake it off as being shy or not being used to having friends. Every move that she made was a cover for something else. Lily had her mask, and her entire life, planned down to the nanosecond; it was a science at this point.
She giggled a bit at the girl’s awe over her choice in literature. “Yeah, I guess I’m a little strange. I love all Shakespeare stuff...Titus Andronicus is my absolute favorite. It’s really morbid, about a guy who bakes a rapist into a pie...” She stopped, realizing she was rambling to someone who probably didn’t really care.
“It’s nice to meet you, Gabbi” she said, still smiling at her. She twirled a lock of curly blonde hair around her finger as she spoke to her. “Yes, I just got here about a week ago. My dad’s an army recruiter, so we’re going to be here for awhile. There’s lots of schools to go to.” She nodded her head a bit, as if to affirm a statement that was obviously true. “Have you been here long? In New York City, I mean.” Lily cringed at the way ‘New York City’ sounded on her tongue. She had a feeling that no native actually called it that; she’d have to pay attention and see if there was a better way to not sound like a tourist.
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