Current Emotion
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Thread Topic: Current Emotion
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Everythings Cool -.-"
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(it is...)
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Mhmm -.-"
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Sam's eyes follow the paper airplane Jack threw across the room. She glances over at Jack and realizes he was looking at her, too. She quickly glances away and tries to take notes about what Mr. Smith was saying, but her thoughts kept wandering. She ripped a piece of paper from her English binder and wrote. This is pretty boring. Nice paper airplane. :) She passed the note to Jack subtly so the teacher wouldn't see.
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(that's excellent brooke! congratulations! :))
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I LOVE YOU SAM! YOU SHOW LIKE YOU ACTAULLY CARE!!!!
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(i agree :P)
Jack rests his head on the desk and reads sam's note.he writes back: Thanks, I wish it had hit Mr.Smith though. Maybe it would've livened things up more :P
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(I care. I'm just a bit distracted... and I said congrats too.)
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Pffft Mhmm Jack yes I no
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(thank you. :) i do care.) Sam reads the note and holds back a laugh. She smiles and writes: You're welcome. Yeah, I don't really like him. He laughed at me. xD She passes the note back to Jack and glances up. Mr. Smith was standing right next to her seat. "Samantha, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Sam glanced down and at barely a whisper said, "No."
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Jack squirms in his seat and holds the note tightly. He curses silently in his head. "She was telling me to stop throwing paper airplanes, sir. It was my fault." he says to the teacher.
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I feel like im intruing ill go then :33
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(you dont have to go brooke. Nobodys going to kick you out or anything)
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ik But chu allz doin a soap and yeah so ill go :P
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Sam shakes her head. "No, it's alright. It's my fault. You don't have to cover for me," she says to Jack. She looks back up at Mr. Smith. "I kind of wish you'd move that skeleton out of my view..." she forces a shudder. "It scares me." She winks at Jack when Mr. Smith crosses his arms. His eye twitched. His face turned an angry bright red, and he pointed toward the door. "Office," he said. Sam got up and pushed her chair in. She looked up at Mr. Smith. He towered over her by at least one foot. "I'm on your most wanted list, aren't I?" She walks quickly out of the Science room, smirking. She'd never spoken up about anything before. It felt good to finally say what was on her mind.
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