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Post by harleigh on Aug 14, 2009 14:18:10 GMT -5
 Free period was always something that Johnny looked forward to. It wasn't because he was able to what he wanted, but because he knew that he'd be able to help someone, or do his homework. Well their homework as he shared a body with two other people. Johnny was considered a figment of Harleigh's imagination, though when either Johnny or Harris came out to play, Harleigh was unaware of anything either did, and vice versa.
Smiling, the young boy practically skipped through the halls on his way to the music room. People who either knew Harris or Harleigh's personality looked at Johnny strangely, but he didn't get bothered by it. 'Can you tone down the happy a bit Johnny?' Harris asked inside their head. Johnny just ignored it and continued his way to the music room. It didn't matter to him that Harris and Harleigh were annoyed by how happy and energetic he could be, he was just himself as were his other counterparts. Although it just so happened that Johnny was the happiest and the most innocent.
When Johnny finally made his way into the music room he was glad to find it empty and sat down on one of the stools. He looked around briefly and sighed. he didn't know what it was about music that calmed him, it was the same with Harris and sex or Harleigh with photography. They all had something different to calm them, but they were still the same person.
Johnny stood up and walked over to the grand piano at the back of the room and sat down. He looked down at the ivory and black keys and traced his slender fingers over them. He pushed down a few notes, and smiled as the sound echoed through the large room. Johnny took his other hand and placed it on the keys as he did with the first and started to play a few random cords letting the sweet music that came from the piano flow through his ears. Yes, today was going to be a good day.
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Post by callista james on Aug 17, 2009 23:00:53 GMT -5
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Callie glided down the halls of east high carrying a large history book in one hand, and balancing a heavy book bag on her opposite shoulder. Despite the fact that the freshmen was hauling around plenty of extra weight on her shoulder, she walked properly with her head erect. In fact, her usual feminine stance was just as noticeable as ever and her posture was near perfect; not that she knew. Although Callie was aware of her dainty stance, she did not know the extent of how it looked. She was hardly aware that her posture resembled that of a determined princess. As her heels clacked against the floor, they made an echo of noise that the James twin was quite used to. Of course, Callie did not always wear heels, as they were not the most practical choice of shoes, but she did when they flattered her outfit. Today was one of those days. And now, listening to the sound of her heels clack against the ground, she gained some odd sense of confidence. There was just something about the sound of her heels echoing throughout the halls that made her feel accomplished. She was grateful for this, as it was something to bring her spirits up.
Truth be told, she didn’t like wandering around Eastside alone. Still a new freshman, she was used to a far smaller school and still was having trouble figuring her way around Eastside. Plus being alone just made her feel…small, and slightly insecure. Callie, a shy sweetheart, had a hard time walking around the school alone without any friends to support her. She supposed that she was “one of those people” that had to band together to feel secure and confident; perhaps that was why, despite her shyness, she had a large group of friends. Part of her felt ashamed for being so insecure, but quickly told herself to stop being so self critical. So, she was nervous…she had a good reason to be. She was a freshman. High school was a new thing for her, but she told herself she’d quickly adapt and get used to it. And with all the homework high school was supposedly full of, it could be a good thing that she was alone during free period. Maybe she could make a pattern of it?
But she still missed company. She hadn’t seen her “older sisters”- June and Massie- all day. Jake was somewhere out of sight, Addie was surely off with her own friends. In fact, as Callie recalled, most of the day she hadn’t really interacted with any her own friends. Most had different classes or were always at different sides of the building whenever she could talk. The thought kind of depressed her, but she quickly shoved the thought out of her mind. She was trying to be optimistic, and pondering about the absence of friends was not something to keep one on a positive train of thought.
She glanced down at a sheet of paper within the hand not holding her history book. On the little sheet revealed a small map of the school, designed for freshmen in mind. She looked at an area marked, “Music Hall” and checked her position in comparison to the map. When free period first began, she had decided that she’d pay a visit to the music room. With no homework to complete at the current moment, she felt the next best option, with the exception of hanging out with friends, would be to go practice a song or two. Callie loved singing with immense passion; almost as much as she loved horseback riding. Funny how someone who had a hard time meeting new people wasn’t too afraid of performing in front of a crowd…
She turned a corner and her pace quickened, knowing that she was almost there. She felt her heartbeat quicken with excitement. Perhaps music was something she needed to take her mind of things and lighten up her mood. A few more seconds later and she saw the door in plain view…but her ears also sensed something : music; piano music. For a moment she stopped walking and her heart fell. Perhaps she wouldn’t get some practice in after all. She assumed that it was probably the music teacher practicing a song, or something along those lines, and surely didn’t want to be disturbed. But she quickly excused her negative thought and made more steps toward the door. If it was the teacher in there, she could simply ask where a few practice rooms were and Callie would be good to go.
But as she swung the door open, she learned quickly that her assumption had been wrong. She saw a boy, probably older by the looks of things, playing the piano. She barely had time to glance at him before she felt her face burn and dropped her history book out of surprise. It came down with a very large thump, which caused her skin to burn even further. She was sure she was visibly blushing. She bended over quickly and snatched her book up, desperate to save face. Ever since she started high school, embarrassing moments such as these seemed to be happening more frequently. It probably had to do with the fact that she was in a building full of strangers… She wanted to escape the situation as quickly as possible, but knew from experience that she had to keep cool if she didn’t want to embarrass herself even further. So instead of exiting without even looking at the boy, she looked at him for just a moment.
She caught on to the fact that he was emo…or punk…or sk8ter; whichever one. Callie had a hard time distinguishing between the three stereotypes simply based off appearance. Then again, she was very naïve when it came to stereotypes and was already aware of it…but that didn’t stop her from being intimidated. As much as she was timid around preppy strangers, she was even more afraid of strangers from other groups. But that didn’t stop her now from trying to pretend she was confident…which she was so far failing at.
She gave the boy a timid smile. “Hey…um d-do you know where the….” her mind went blank, trying to remember what she was about to ask. The nerves were killing her, and her cheeks darkened. Worst of all, she didn’t want to come off sounding like a dumb blonde, which was probably what the emo/punk/sk8ter boy already profiled her as.
Way to prove him right, Callie. she thought to herself.
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Post by harleigh on Aug 22, 2009 20:03:26 GMT -5
Johnny smiled as he continued to play the piano letting the beautiful sweet music echo around the room. He felt at peace; serene. This was probably the most peace he had had in a long while. Usually he'd be fighting with Harris or Harleigh most of the time, but for some reason they were quiet. The most likely liked what he was playing.
Suddenly, Johnny heard the sound of a large book being dropped and quickly stopped playing and turned around. There at the door to the music room, Johnny saw a girl. She was really pretty. Long blond hair, fashionable, blue eyes. Smiling, Johnny stood up and walked over to her as she spoke. Damn, even her voice was beautiful.
"Hello." He said his voice as cheerful as ever. Johnny defiantly was different from Harleigh and Harris. Although his voice was deep, Johnny was always able to give it more innocent vibe.
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Post by callista james on Aug 23, 2009 11:39:21 GMT -5
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Callie’s nervousness nearly overwhelmed her. She stared straight ahead, still trying to figure out what she had meant to ask before entering the room... Well, one thing was for sure, she felt deeply embarrassed with herself for not remembering. What was it with her these days? One moment she was fine and then the next she couldn’t even remember what she was thinking? She’d promised herself before high school that she wasn’t going to let her nerves get the best of her anymore, and for awhile it seemed to work. But here she was now, and she wasn’t doing so well.
For a second she wondered if her embarrassment was obvious. She hoped not. She sensed that she was blushing but hoped she wasn’t showing any other signs of nerves. She tried her best to keep her expressions neutral so they wouldn’t reveal anything. At this point, that was her best bet. She quickly glanced down at her French-tipped manicured nails and saw that her hand was slightly shacking. This sight embarrassed her further and she quickly tightened her grip on her history book. For a moment she was almost angry, with herself, that is. This shyness was purely ridiculous. She wasn’t like this around other people…at times she didn’t even understand herself.
Callie’s disappointment in herself called for new action. She no longer wanted to be a part of the scene and wondered if it would just be better to leave the room now and forget the whole thing had happened. She’d walk out of the room and never have to deal with such awkwardness again. And next time she met a stranger, she’d be sure to keep her confidence up. Yes, it sounded like a good plan. Get out of there. Forget it ever happened. Don’t let yourself make the same mistake again. Yes, a good plan indeed.
This entire thought process occurred in less in a second and before Callie could do anything, she realized the boy had gotten up and was approaching her.
Scratch the plan. Improvise. You know what you’re doing, she told herself.
What she didn’t expect was to be pleasantly surprised. He was so…friendly. And the way he looked at her…she couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps this wasn’t going to turn out to be an embarrassing situation after all…
Hi. She said with a shy smile. She looked at the ground quickly before getting the courage to look up at him. The first thing she noticed was his eyes. They were blue; ocean blue; so blue that she found them piercing to look at. Callie didn’t know if she’d every seen a more beautiful eye color before.
I’m Callie, she said sweetly. She couldn’t help but gaze into his eyes again before blushing and looking away.
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