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Post by ` matthew ' haile ´ on Aug 11, 2008 0:25:49 GMT -5
Forks High School. Nothing like other High Schools in the state, nothing like other High Schools in the County. Forks was a small town as it was, with a population that was dwarfed by some populated districts of New York. Lacking the couple hundred students most High Schools had, Forks High was better in some peoples' eyes. Just like the city it was situated in, everybody knew each other by name at Forks High, and rumours spread so fast that by the time you got to Lunch you knew more about a t0tal stranger than you did about your own parents.
Walking through the Halls during his Free Period, Matthew Haile made his way to his locker. As he opened the small compartment, he deposited his Mathematics Text Books and Binder, sighing with relief to rid himself of anything to do with the horrid subject. Closing the locker, the teen turned and leaned against the metal, slowly sliding down it to be sitting with his knees up before him. Digging into the back pocket of his baggy yet acceptable jeans, the boy withdrew a cell phone which he proceeded to tap his thumbs onto, texting his friend Andrew. With a grin, he closed the phone and replaced it into his pocket, standing as he did so, his muscled black body extending to it's full height, almost six feet. With his ivory-white teeth flashing, the ebony-skinned male began to walk down the scarcely occupied halls, knowing that everyone was in the cafeteria. Making his way to the lunch room, the boy wondered where he would sit. Ever since coming back from his Holiday's in Miami, the African-American teen hadn't known who his friends were. Although he was fairly popular in the social standings at Fork's High School, Matthew was always torn with the decision of who to sit with. There were the jocks, whom he was on the Football team with, and there were the gangster's whom he was known to party with. There were the musicians who sat together and listened to music, and then the dancers who breakdanced in the corner. As the boy entered the caf', he decided he would sit at a random table to save himself the hardship of choosing a clique. Almost closing his eyes, the boy made his way to a table seating only a single person, and sat down opposite them, speaking softly as he did so.
"Is this spot taken?" |
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Post by Lanette Knight on Aug 11, 2008 0:45:33 GMT -5
This food... Looked rather appetizing, she had decided. She wouldn't eat it though, something about her body wouldn't let her eat while others were watching and she felt their eyes on her. It truly wasn't her fault that she was the newest addition to Forks, the town where everyone knew everyone down to their shoe sizes, she had figured, by how small the population was. She was very used to this, having came from Fruitvale, Texas, but she didn't know these people well at all.
She picked at the bright red apple she had in front of her, peeling most of the skin off with her fingers. More eyes, she could feel them. Left eyebrow twitched as she sighed, lifting her fingers up from their place in her lap to unscrew the bottle of her lemonade, taking a small sip before putting it back. It probably wasn't the best idea not to eat on her first day, she had decided, people might think she was anorexic or something typical like that. Ha! On most normal days she could probably eat five times what all these kids were eating and not gain a single pound.
'Let them think what they would like to think,' she thought to herself as she stared at the fine designs in the wooden table. Memorizing the patterns, noting how they were all the same. When she heard a voice, it was then her eyes scanned up to look at the person who had decided to sit at this table with her.
A smile fit kindly to her lips, deciding maybe this wasn't so bad. Someone had decided to join her which had definitely made her day just a tad bit more enjoyable,"Um, no. At least, I don't think so. Yeah, no one's sitting there..."
She cleared her throat, almost chewing herself out for sounding like an idiot. Lanette was just never good with strangers and this whole "new school new town" thing was just downright torture to the teen. "Uhh. Lanette. I just moved here."
Nodding her head at her response, she decided she would wait for him to talk now.
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Post by ` matthew ' haile ´ on Aug 11, 2008 1:22:18 GMT -5
Smiling as he took his seat, Matthew listened to the girl speak, glad that the spot was open. She said her name was Lanette, although the boy had already figured that. Rumor had it that there was a new girl from Texas. Whether or not this was true, he'd naught a clue, but he figured that if the gossipers had gotten her name right, the rest of the information was true. Although not a real gossiper himself, Matthew couldn't help but overhear the occasional secrets and whispers, and he'd heard that this girl was pretty. Looking into her eyes casually, the teen verified this, and found it to be true. However, whether that was his top head or his other head talking was unknown. With a broad smile, Matthew spoke in his usual enthusiastically kind tone with a slight accent.
"Err.. Matthew Haile, been here all my life."
Pondering over whether or not he should go and get some food, the boy decided against it, realizing he wasn't even that hungry. Looking at Lanette again, he wondered what she was like. Was she popular at her old school? Was she a genius or athletic. It was a sort of sweet relief to have another new girl in town, because it added some mystery and flair to his life. Not that he was a pimp or anything, but Matthew had had his 'flings' with all of the pretty girls in town his age, and each one didn't meet his standards. Too superficial with a fake personality or too meek with no opinions. It frustrated him that there were so little options in the town, but it was something one got used to. You ended up marrying young, hitched with your best friend, and then you settled down for life. This was what Matthew wanted, a long-term relationship instead of some short-term piece of shit that he always ended up in. Was there a chance that the teen would strike a friendship with this new girl? Hopefully, because since she wasn't in any designated clique yet, he could escape the dizzying world of social drama.
"So, what do you think of Forks so far?"
Matthew didn't know what to say. It's not like he could really ask her anything personal, because he wasn't even sure if she liked him. Maybe she thought he was a creep or a douche and was hoping he'd walk away. Either way, the boy was nice to most people, and those whom were on his bad side lived to regret it. Although he was the son of a Priest, it wasn't by blood and the African-American was friends with some of the real gangster's from Seattle. With a kind gaze, Matthew jerked his head upwards slightly to acknowledge a greeting from a passing jock, and then turned back to Lanette. |
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Post by Lanette Knight on Aug 11, 2008 10:09:43 GMT -5
"Uh, it's not that different from where I used to live. Not a lot of people. The only difference is the overcast and the constant rain. I don't like the sun though, so I find it almost perfect here,"she stated simply, repeating the process with her drink, though not putting the lid back on. Her left hand still sat on the bottle as she stared down at the table, deep in thought,"Oh. And there were actually some cute looking boys who didn't just stare at you all day."
At this, she cleared her throat, looking another person at a table next to the one she was sitting, straight in the eyes. His cheeks flushed with shock and turned to his food, causing Lanette to chuckle. 'Absolutely priceless.'
"But yes, none of the guys out here fall under my standards of what is okay and what isn't, at least, not yet. Maybe a few will come around after the thrill factor that there is another woman out on the market is gone,"she said, talking more to her drink than she was Matthew.
Noticing that she was rambling, she shut her mouth once more, this time just kind of staring out into space. Today had been boring. She really needed a nap, but decided that since it was her first day (ignoring the fact she was too good to skip on a class), she wouldn't just go home after lunch.
Snapping out of her daze, she looked up to him, something like a smile on her face though it was a little off,"And how do you, having lived here all your life, like it here in Forks? I mean I guess you haven't had the choice to go see something else and come back, but yeah..."
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Post by ` matthew ' haile ´ on Aug 11, 2008 14:45:33 GMT -5
As Lanette rambled on, Matthew sat there with a smile on his face, white teeth revealed to show he was enjoying himself. It was rather nice to talk to somebody that he didn't already know everything about, and Lanette was different from the rest of the people here in Forks. She wasn't the same as everyone, she was missing that boring small-town personality, and Matthew felt as if she could be rather flamboyant. Now he had a goal.
As the pretty girl made a guy blush, Matthew just caught the end of the boy at the next table turning, and realized why the girl was chuckling. However, when she mentioned that the guys fell under her standards, he didn't know what to say. Although not cocky by nature, Matthew still found himself to be atleast decently good-looking. But, to each his ... her ... own. Maybe this new girl was into the dark emo's or fat kids? Chuckling to himself, Matthew nodded his head with a smile and lifted his arms to place his forearms on the able before him, left hand enclosed over a clenched right hand with him leaning slightly forwards. As Lanette spoke again, the boy replied.
"Well, I guess I can only say Forks is Forks. I've been to Seattle a couple times, and I just got back from a week in Miami, but that's really all. I guess I like it here, it's all I've really ever known."
Nodding his head, agreeing with what he had just said, the boy thought about how he could break some of the tension between himself and this new girl. Only one thought came immediately to mind, and luckily it was a good one. Slowly speaking, with a little but of a shy hesitation in his voice, the boy posed his question to the girl before him, reaching one hand up to fix his short black hair as he did so.
"Uhh... what would you say to a tour of Forks High School? From an ... er ... other student's perspective that is." |
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