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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Feb 13, 2011 18:41:54 GMT 10
Jem nodded when Felicity said that she didn’t like it when people judged others. “I guess people just want to know where they belong in the world.” He said, and moved on.
After Jem guessed Felicity’s personality, she looked a little shocked at his outburst, and he knew he had hit the nail on the head. She replied, commenting that she hated to reveal her weaknesses to people, as adults would look down on her. “For one thing, I can assure you that Mr. Hemingway is a great teacher, and he definitely wouldn’t look down on you. In any case, I think you’d do well with piano lessons. That’s the great thing about music; it’s never too late to learn.” Jem looked back up to meet Felicity’s eye, and smiled. “Sorry about the things that I say sometimes. I just hate hearing people sell themselves short, you know? You’re obviously talented. You should be proud of it.”
Felicity sighed and admitted her nervousness. “I definitely know what you mean, and I think every teenager in the history of the world knows what you mean. Being nervous is nothing to worry about.”
Jem put his utensil down and folded his hands in his lap. “If you want, we could go and get lessons together? I wouldn’t mind learning a thing or two. It would surely surprise my sister. Then you won’t be nervous cause I’ll be there, right?”
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Post by Felicity Skye on Feb 14, 2011 3:09:33 GMT 10
She nodded in agreement, understanding that he didn't want to stay on the subject of judging and people.
"I've always wanted to learn the piano." She said, sure that she had already voiced that once, and that's why they were on the subject. Jeremy fascinated her, she had run over in an attempt for someone to eat with, and had ended up with a new friend. She was good at making friends in this school.
"I hope he's nice, I've had my history with bad teachers." She said, laughing fondly at the memory. "And I mouth off to them so much." She added, giggling, no one ever believed she had an attitude. She seemed so sweet, and then they got her angry.
Her eyes brightened, and she nodded exuberantly, running around the table to attack him in a hug. "Of course I won't be! You should definitely come, too!" She let go of him, and sat in the seat next to him, turning her body towards him.
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Feb 15, 2011 16:42:08 GMT 10
“It’s a nice instrument.” Jeremy agreed, when Felicity commented that she’d always wanted to learn. “Very versatile. It can mimic the lowest bass sounds and the highest piccolo.”
Felicity seemed a little worried about Mr. Hemingway. “He’s lovely, believe me. I’ve always enjoyed any class I’ve had with him. He’s also very patient.” Jem nodded along as he spoke. When Felicity mentioned that she mouthed off to teachers, Jem was a little disapproving, but didn’t show it. “You know how it is; if you don’t respect the teachers you can hardly expect them to respect you. Mutual respect is all you need for a good teacher/student relationship.”
Jem didn’t mean to spout the teacher babble that he heard from his father all the time. Headmaster Desrosiers’ was a man of honour, and always wanted to be treated that way. What he didn’t realise was that students reacted better to a teacher who could balance teaching and authority with a sense of humour and a bit of a child-like persona. It was probably the reason he wasn’t everyone’s favourite teacher.
When Felicity hugged Jem, he felt a little awkward, but happy that someone was so friendly towards him. He laughed at her eager expression and how happy she looked. She was the sort of girl who he could be friends with very easily. “You’re so friendly. I bet you’ve made friends with everyone you’ve spoken to.”
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Post by Felicity Skye on Mar 14, 2011 3:33:58 GMT 10
"Yeah well, they make me mad. I have poor impulse control." Felicity said, shrugging the lecture off, lightly, she'd gotten it before, from about one hundred million people. She smiled at him largely again. He was easy to love. She petted his hair lovingly. She was a very affectionate person, she couldn't help her ways. "Actually, you're the first person I've talked to in this school." The girl said in response to his "friendly" comment. She giggled, and then yawned. She pulled out her schedule, looking at it. She still had ten more minutes, and then it was off to the auditorium to practice her play...again. She groaned. Thinking about just ditching class.
She met Jem's eyes. A smile touching her features. "What class do you have next?" She asked, curiously. arching her back as she stretched.
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Mar 16, 2011 18:21:19 GMT 10
Jeremy shrugged. He was brought up to respect adults, but he understood that there were some people who just didn’t treat kids like they were worth anything. Felicity didn’t seem to mind Jem giving her a bit of a lecture, and petted his head. She was friendly, that much was obvious.
“Really? I’m the first?” Jem grinned, and picked up the steak knife to do some detail work on his castle. “Means I’m also your first friend at the school.”
He continued on with the mashed potato, and it became easier as it cooled. It made it hold its shape better. Felicity inquired as to his next class.
“Geography. I’ve got a presentation. I’ve been studying for weeks.” Jem frowned, realizing that he only had a few minutes before he had to go back to his dorm and prepare. He quickly did a couple of flourishes with the knife and turned the lunch tray so that Felicity could see it properly. “Ta da! I’m done! What do you think?”
The castle looked great, at least it did in Jem’s opinion. He smiled, waiting to hear Felicity’s feedback.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Mar 17, 2011 6:39:53 GMT 10
Felicity's eyes lit up like Christmas morning when he said the word "friend". Yeah, she always had made friends easily, but this school seemed so tight, most people had been here for most of their lives, and had already decided who their best friends were going to be, so it was nice to have made a friend so easily. She frowned slightly. "That means I have to find a new kid to pass the favor onto." She said smiling brightly at him, again.
"Ugh, I have drama. I'm an actress, and supposed to love acting, I know. But we've practiced the same play like, nine hundred times this week, and I already learned it in my old school." She groaned pulling the booklet out of her bag, and showing it to him. It was Hamlet, a play she loved, but was easily tired with. She frowned at the book, and then shoved it back in her bag. His class sounded much more exciting.
She watched him add a few touches to his castle, and when he asked for her opinion, she nibbled her lip, as if thinking about it. She was sure he already knew what kind of reaction he was going to get, but Felicity found it funny to practice her acting skills on the unsuspecting. She furrowed her brow as if she didn't like it, and then chuckled. "It's awesome! You have such a cool talent!" She exclaimed, reaching over and wiping mashed potato off his cheek. He was messy.
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Apr 11, 2011 19:27:20 GMT 10
Jem smiled and nodded. “Share the love.” He agreed, when she spoke of finding a new kid.
“Ah, Hamlet.” Jem pushed his glasses further onto his nose and leant his elbow on the table. “The tragedy of the Prince of Demark, huh?”
The boy seemed to ponder the thought for a while, before looking back up to Felicity. “You must play Ophelia, correct?”
It was only after Felicity wiped the mashed potato from his cheek that Jem realised how late he was running. “Oh god, I’m going to be late for my presentation.” He paused and smiled at his new friend. “Thank you, though, for talking to me. We should do it again some time.”
It was then that Jem shot up out of his seat and pulled a tiny digital camera from his pocket. He quickly took a few snaps of the mashed potato castle, and collected his things.
“You know what, I’ll just leave this here.” He smiled at Felicity, gesturing to the castle. “I like to keep the lunch ladies on their toes.”
Jem had finally finished packing up his things and grinned at Felicity. “See you again soon.”
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Post by Felicity Skye on Apr 12, 2011 11:27:48 GMT 10
“That’s what I’m here for,” Felicity said, crossing one leg over the other, she smiled at him lightly. She watched as he looked at the play book.
“Unfortunately, and being the lead means I have to be at every single practice.” She said groaning and resting her head on the table. Ever since she’d moved here, she’d been doing nothing but run around. She sighed and looked up as he rushed to get away from her. She smiled at his amusing mannerisms. She put a small-fingered hand on his shoulder, meeting his gaze.
“Definitely.” She took out a pen and jotted her cell phone number down on his hand, and offered another sweet smile. “Call me or text me or whatever if you want to hang. I’m rarely busy.” She said, standing up and shouldering her purse.
She laughed at the lunch lady who rolled her eyes and headed over to the table. She winked at her, a left the room gracefully. She hoped to see Jem again.
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