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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 18:21:25 GMT -5
Dakota finally finished the last slide on the powerpoint of notes. Her fingers were cramping. She frowned at them. Her nails were not exactly the glamourous cheerleader nails. They were a modest, short legnth, and were painted black, the polish was chipping. She sat down her purple grape-scented pen (she loved purple) and waited for the teacher to move on
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 18:26:59 GMT -5
peter finished a few seconds after her, then looked at his own notes. they were unreadable. it was weird. most of the time he wasn't going so fast. maybe it had to do with dakota. god he wished he was better at this whole thing. he sighed quietly, then looked at her with a smile.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 18:29:17 GMT -5
Dakota smiled back at Peter. The room was a pin-drop silence,so she quickly grabbed a loose-leaf sheet of paper and scrawled a note to him hey was all it said
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 18:33:25 GMT -5
peter smiled as she passed him the paper. he wrote back 'hey. you're a fast writer.' not sure what else to say but that. he looked at her then pushed the paper across the table.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 18:39:27 GMT -5
Dakota grinned, yeah, but my handwriting looks like shyzz (: , she replied. She handed the note back to him, their hands brushing. Electricity shot up her arm, and normally when people feel like that they want to cry out in pain. But, Dakota shifted uncomfortably because it had caused her pleasure
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 19:11:53 GMT -5
peter felt that same little jolt and found it weird. he'd never felt that before. then he took the note, and peter chuckled quietly as a few people turned around and "shh"-ed him. he wrote back 'ha. mine looks terrible too. i was trying to catch up with you.' and passed it back to her.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 19:16:05 GMT -5
shush yourself. miss eaton will hear you. has hearing like a dolphin.. or dog... whatever she wrote back, carelessly. Miss Eaton was a sweet old lady, but she had eyes all over her head and could hear someone two miles away
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 19:23:02 GMT -5
peter looked over at her with a smile, then took the paper back as she finished and wrote 'eh. didn't you know all teachers love me? it's a disease ; it has to be' then pushed it back to her.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 19:27:10 GMT -5
is anyone working on a vaccine? she asked, smiling as she wrote it jokingly, then pushed the paper back to him. The math teacher passed out a quick worksheet, and Dakota leaned over, scoffing at the easy math problems, quickly finishing her paper.
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 19:33:23 GMT -5
peter looked down at the new piece of white and black paper. they weren't too hard. he finished after she did and then took the other paper that they'd been writing on and wrote 'yes. but don't hold your breath. you're not going to get one at all.' then pushed it back.
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