Post by kitty on Aug 23, 2011 18:56:14 GMT -6
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--you never left me
---you never let me
Gelly leaned against her desk, chewing the edge of her pencil anxiously. She was only half-listening to what her teacher was saying, but most of her attention was directed on the watch on her neighbor’s wrist, which was ticking away towards her freedom. She was, along with most of her fellow students, just waiting for the clock to reach that magic number and free them from the classroom that had held them in that spot for that magic amount of time that felt like forever. It was the second-to-last class for the day and while Gelly was hardly eager to get to her dorm, she was eager to get out of this sweaty, stuffy classroom and act like herself for once.
Finally the bell rang and the hall was immediately filled up with students “eager” to get from point A to point B. Gelly was among the first to leave the classroom, her bag glued to her side. Though most of the students hurried to their next classrooms, a few stayed behind and just lingered in the halls for a few minutes. They knew what that bell meant. It was that critical time in between classes. It meant that you had about ten minutes to hang out and relax before you were whisked away into the next hour or so of that special torture that the system called "education". Gelly was one of the "lingerers". Her posture and total lack of "let's hurry" attitude marked her as the kind of person who really couldn't care less about anything their teachers had to say (unless, of course, she really liked the teacher, but that was something that wasn’t gonna happen). Back when she was in "real" school, she was the kind of girl who showed up for each class about fifteen minutes late, usually with some half-baked excuse that no one believed but was too sound to argue. She had quickly discovered, however, that that really didn't fly here. If you were late by more than three minutes, you tended to get more than a nasty look and a wave of the hand.
Luckily she was a fast learner and still she managed to find a way to spend a little bit more time not learning. Today was a test run...if it worked, she'd use it a few more times and then come up with something else. Another thing she had learned was that teachers weren't nearly as stupid as most teens made them out to be. They caught on to tricks pretty fast. That certainly wasn’t for lack of trying, though. After making sure no teachers or anyone important was looking, she opened her bag slightly and threw it at the far wall, causing papers and books to fly out of it and all over the floor. She then made a big show of cleaning it all up as slowly, as carefully, and as organized as she possibly could without looking like she was dragging her feet. It was relatively easy...she had so many papers shoved into the little book that she almost regretted spilling them all over the place. Fashion ideas, random math problems and doodles that should have been chemistry notes were all over the hallway floor.
"So far, so good!" she said to herself, speaking in such a normal tone and volume that it was a wonder everyone in the hall didn’t hear her.---you traded in your wings
--for everything freedom brings
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