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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 19:37:18 GMT -5
Dakota was about to press her pen to the paper when the ear-splitting sound of the fire alarm went off, she frowned, pulling on her jacket quickly, but her legs were somewhat paralyzed with fear. She did not want to die from the fire, but still.
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 19:45:14 GMT -5
peter jumped slightly at the loud fire alarm. the new fire alarm system also had bright lights on the little horn things, so he squinted as he looked over at dakota. "kota?" he questioned, not saying the 'da' part of her name. without thinking about it, he had her in his arms, bridal style and was walking downstairs. she was fairly light so he had no problem carrying her out of the building and to the designated spot where their class was meant to meet. the teacher began doing rolecall, making sure everyone was there.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 19:51:10 GMT -5
Dakota felt kind of faint. Thank god her inhaler was in her jacket pocket. She took a few puffs of it and then sank down to the ground, head between her knees. "Munroe?" called Ms. Eaton. "Present,"responded Dakota, loud enough for her muffled voice to be heard
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 25, 2009 19:55:48 GMT -5
peter felt a bit concerned. "are you doing alright..." he asked her, his hand rubbing her back, gently and sweetly. a few people looked at her like she was crazy for doing it, but he didn't care though. he was starting to like her.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 25, 2009 20:07:44 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine."she told him, lightly. Pressing that memory of the fire her father died in to the back of her mind. She could still remember, though. Barely twelve years old. Her father just had gotten high, and decided to smoke his last cigarette. He passed out from the drugs, without putting out the flame. She, her mom and her sister had barely made it out alive. She frowned, and then rubbed her temples, looking over at Peter and forcing an 'im okay' smile
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 26, 2009 15:38:19 GMT -5
by this point, people who peter had never seen were now looking at them, staring, wondering what they'd do next. peter sent a glare at a group of kids who were clearly mumbling about them, and they wandered off to their own classes. he smiled back at dakota, revealing his white teeth. he managed to grab her hand and intertwine it with hers without anyone noticing.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 26, 2009 15:45:39 GMT -5
Dakota smiled to herself when he took her hand, and she got chills. She was secretly amused by the death glares he was sending to all the gossipers. She felt like he was looking out for her
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 26, 2009 15:55:04 GMT -5
peter gently gave her hand a squeeze. "so..." he said quietly, not sure of what to say for once in his player lifetime. he unfortunately thought he liked her. but he couldn't give up this dare. he couldn't at all.
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Post by mikayla renee johnson on Oct 26, 2009 16:04:01 GMT -5
"So-" she was cut off by the bell. At least the fire drill had lasted through chemistry. Now maybe she could go home and sleep, she was upset, however, that she wouldnt get to talk to Peter for the rest of today. oh, god! what if this was a dream? what if he ignored her tommorow? She suddenly felt queasy
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Post by joesph adam johnson on Oct 26, 2009 16:11:56 GMT -5
peter smiled at her. "well, um...i'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, the smile faded, his lips pursed together in a straight line. he hated this, wishing that there would be a chance for them to stay together.
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