I have this plot, but I need two things.
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Thread Topic: I have this plot, but I need two things.
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Random... I know. -
Yeah. xD Me.
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I know.
At the end of history class, Jack stood up and headed out towards the door; still thinking about what happened in the boiler room.
And dude... I LOVE Tacos. :D
(They need a ding dang darn Taco Emoticon! :O) -
OMG. YES, THEY DO! O:
Luke was finally up, heading out of the room slowly as to not injure himself any further. He looked around, wondering what period school was in. Biting his lip once more, he tried to find a clock. -
Yeah. :D
Jack walked out of the classroom and checked his black and silver watch that was attached to his wrist. "Hmm, one more hour until school ends... Time for music then." Jack looked around him and saw Patrick walking in the hall. "Hmm..." Jack decided to avoid everyone until the end of school. -
And a bacon and a BLT. ;-;
Luke took a turn for his engineering design class, a bit of a stomp in his walk. Sure, this was his last class, but he hated having to deal with the idiots that had the same class as him. -
Haha, yeah. And a Pickle emoticon too...
Jack walked through the Music room door, and saw he was the first one there. "Hm... Where is everyone?" Jack asked himself. Just then as Jack walked into the room, a hand grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth. He knew who it was, Jake Johnson.
Jake Johnson, smiled at Jack. "Hey Jack." He replied with a tone of annoying in his voice. Jack then let go of Jack.
Jack felt like punching Jake, but he held back. "JAKE, Where is everyone?" Jack asked him. Jack and Jake sometimes hang out, but they hardly get a long. You COULD say they were friend enemies.
"Eh, i dunno. Late, i guess." Jake replied, then smiled in a annoying way. Jack sighed and said "Okay." Jack did not wan't to waste time talking to Jake, so he just turned around and took a seat waiting for class to start. -
And bananas. :O
jake is my kinda dude. xDD
Luke took a good look at what the class would be doing once he entered the class. He almost sighed when he saw that it was bird houses. How cliche. He plopped down into his seat, staying quiet. No one screwed with him in this class because he was way too good at the different activities. -
Jack noticed that Jake sat down beside him. "You know, if someone walks away from you that means they don't wan't to be around you..." Jack did not mean to sound rude, but Jake can be really annoying.
Jake laughed a little and said "Well, i'm here. So if you wan't to get away then just walk away." Jake then crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Jack waiting for a reply.
Jack sighed and said "Fine you can sit by me. Just... Be quiet." Jack watched as the Music teacher walked through the door, followed by a bunch of other students. 'Finally...'Jack thought to himself. If he had to stay alone with Jake for one more minute, he was seriously going to flip out. -
Mr. Workheiser, the teacher, began explaining the requirements for the projects. They were to be unique and creative, each one being much different from the others. There had to be a nice sized hole for the birds to enter with at last on perch. It didn't have to be out of the ordinary, but it could be. It could only be about fourteen inches in height and twelve inches in width. It needed to be paintef with non toxic paint, and they had five classes to complete the project, including time outside of school.
The teacher ran off the pairings, Luke being put with Keith, the pervy, rude football jock. He grew exasperated with how his day was going. -
Mrs. Cook, the Music teacher began the lesson. Music was one of Jacks least favorite subjects next to Math. Jack did not see any use for cramming boring Music Lessons into his mind, but he needed to anyway.
Jake stared at the carpet, he was bored. Jake did not like Music class either, in fact he hated it. -
Luke silently began working on his outline sketch, avoiding eye contact with Keith. He slightly gasped when Keith snaked a hand around his waist. He tensed, his face heating up. He did not enjoy this project already.
"Can you not?" he sputtered. Now seeing that it bothered Luke, he just kept his arm there, sketching his own ideas. Luke furrowed his eyebrows, writing down descriptions. -
Jack wrote down some music notes in his notebook, as Mrs. Cook was doing the lesson. Jake was just staring off into space.
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Luke tried to pry the arm away, squeaking in utter frustration when he failed. He continuously poked it, but Keith did not budge at all. Luke crossed his arms tightly.
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