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I assumed that you were setting it up so he was sitting next to Jocelyn, if not I made a boo-boo!
A scowl formed on Jocelyn’s expression at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, her head turned to cast a glance at the boy behind her. Glaring at him, she let out a soft ‘hmph’ her nose turning up at him. “Don’t worry yourself about my mouth. It’s not your concern.” She chided coarsely, her tone sharper than she had intended it to be. She got enough flak from teachers, the last thing that she needed was to get it from her classmates as well. Letting the boy pass by her, Jocelyn moved to the opposite side of the hallway to put some distance between the two of them. He took off to his next class, and she remained where she was, pausing to increase the distance between them even further.
Jocelyn was in no rush at all to get to her next class, in fact, the soles of her shoes drug against the tiled floor of the hallway as she moved from one section of the school to the next to reach the chemistry lab. Science was definitely not a subject that she was interested in, not that there were many subjects in school that she could claim to be a fan of other than art class. School was nothing more than a social club, one that Jocelyn did not fit into, nor did she care to. The girls all dressed as if they were trying to be featured on Playboy magazine, while the boys were either jocks, or sci-fi nerds who could talk about little else besides Star Wars and the latest superhero film. She considered them all to be idiots, and like anything she believed was unworthy of her time, she avoided forming any type of attachments to them. She was in school only because her aunt would stress herself senseless if she did not attend, and it unfortunately was the law.
Entering the classroom, the redhead glanced around the room, taking note of where the new boy was seated. Shooting her teacher an annoyed glare, she heaved a heavy sigh of annoyance but made no sarcastic statement that would just get ignored anyway. She made her way to her seat, weaving through the tables to get to her usual seat in the class. Dropping her bag down onto the floor, she kicked it closer to the table with the toe of her shoe and sat down, intentionally ignoring the new addition to her lab table. She would have grumbled under her breath about him if she wasn’t positive he would have some sarcastic comment to make about her mouth, or even better, her attitude. She already knew what the drill, it had been the same way all year. Her teacher would force someone to sit beside her in hopes that she’d play nice, and eventually they’d get tired when she would do her own thing and avoid interacting with them at all. They’d request a new lab partner, and Jocelyn would smirk behind the back of her hand while they would move across the room to a new station.
“Don’t get too comfortable. You won’t last long.” Jocelyn chirped with false cheerfulness, earning herself a sharp glare from the teacher that she responded to with a smirk. She gave him two, three days tops before he’d go the same route as everyone else and find another person in the class who actually cared about their grades to pair up with. All she needed to do was pass, and that was the bare minimum for her, and all the effort she would bother to put into the class and her work. Science was not her forte, and forcing her to learn the subject was pointless, but as with everything, she had no control on the matter. She was bothered by the fact that she was once more assigned a lab partner, which she honestly did not need. There was not much about Chemistry that she needed to know once she was outside of school, and the complexities of high school Chemistry weren’t all that complicated. It wasn’t like she was making complex solutions, or trying to create something complex. She worked well enough on her own, and wanted to keep it that way for the remainder of the year.
The bell rang and Jocelyn was forced to remain silent rather than continuing on with her taunts to her new lab partner. She didn’t bother pulling out her books, and the moment the teacher began to speak, her attention was already on the windows and the world outside where she wished she was rather than sitting in a classroom listening to her teacher drone on as if they were doing something that would impact the world. If there was one thing that bothered Jocelyn about school, it was the fact that each teacher acted as if they were teaching something that would help them in their adult lives. She’d never need algebra if she had her way, and she doubted any real job would require her to know off the top of her head when the War of 1812 ended, or who the fifteenth president was. The whole high school thing was overrated, and other than getting into college, she saw she could easily learn everything the teachers were trying to teach online if she wanted to.
Sighing softly to herself as the teacher continued to speak about the different elements, Jocelyn let her mind drift away from the classroom and onto more pleasant thoughts, mostly going home to relax outside on her back porch with her book. ‘Only 4 more classes to go, that’s all I need to get through, and then I can get the hell out of here.'
Jocelyn was in no rush at all to get to her next class, in fact, the soles of her shoes drug against the tiled floor of the hallway as she moved from one section of the school to the next to reach the chemistry lab. Science was definitely not a subject that she was interested in, not that there were many subjects in school that she could claim to be a fan of other than art class. School was nothing more than a social club, one that Jocelyn did not fit into, nor did she care to. The girls all dressed as if they were trying to be featured on Playboy magazine, while the boys were either jocks, or sci-fi nerds who could talk about little else besides Star Wars and the latest superhero film. She considered them all to be idiots, and like anything she believed was unworthy of her time, she avoided forming any type of attachments to them. She was in school only because her aunt would stress herself senseless if she did not attend, and it unfortunately was the law.
Entering the classroom, the redhead glanced around the room, taking note of where the new boy was seated. Shooting her teacher an annoyed glare, she heaved a heavy sigh of annoyance but made no sarcastic statement that would just get ignored anyway. She made her way to her seat, weaving through the tables to get to her usual seat in the class. Dropping her bag down onto the floor, she kicked it closer to the table with the toe of her shoe and sat down, intentionally ignoring the new addition to her lab table. She would have grumbled under her breath about him if she wasn’t positive he would have some sarcastic comment to make about her mouth, or even better, her attitude. She already knew what the drill, it had been the same way all year. Her teacher would force someone to sit beside her in hopes that she’d play nice, and eventually they’d get tired when she would do her own thing and avoid interacting with them at all. They’d request a new lab partner, and Jocelyn would smirk behind the back of her hand while they would move across the room to a new station.
“Don’t get too comfortable. You won’t last long.” Jocelyn chirped with false cheerfulness, earning herself a sharp glare from the teacher that she responded to with a smirk. She gave him two, three days tops before he’d go the same route as everyone else and find another person in the class who actually cared about their grades to pair up with. All she needed to do was pass, and that was the bare minimum for her, and all the effort she would bother to put into the class and her work. Science was not her forte, and forcing her to learn the subject was pointless, but as with everything, she had no control on the matter. She was bothered by the fact that she was once more assigned a lab partner, which she honestly did not need. There was not much about Chemistry that she needed to know once she was outside of school, and the complexities of high school Chemistry weren’t all that complicated. It wasn’t like she was making complex solutions, or trying to create something complex. She worked well enough on her own, and wanted to keep it that way for the remainder of the year.
The bell rang and Jocelyn was forced to remain silent rather than continuing on with her taunts to her new lab partner. She didn’t bother pulling out her books, and the moment the teacher began to speak, her attention was already on the windows and the world outside where she wished she was rather than sitting in a classroom listening to her teacher drone on as if they were doing something that would impact the world. If there was one thing that bothered Jocelyn about school, it was the fact that each teacher acted as if they were teaching something that would help them in their adult lives. She’d never need algebra if she had her way, and she doubted any real job would require her to know off the top of her head when the War of 1812 ended, or who the fifteenth president was. The whole high school thing was overrated, and other than getting into college, she saw she could easily learn everything the teachers were trying to teach online if she wanted to.
Sighing softly to herself as the teacher continued to speak about the different elements, Jocelyn let her mind drift away from the classroom and onto more pleasant thoughts, mostly going home to relax outside on her back porch with her book. ‘Only 4 more classes to go, that’s all I need to get through, and then I can get the hell out of here.'
Both are open, although I'll admit I'm like to try the Dear John plot. :) Send me a PM and we can work things out.
Bumps~
Bumpity bump bump~
Finally posted! The ending kind of blew, but I got it done. 
To say Jocelyn was going to have a difficult time focusing in class would have been an understatement. Between the fact that her seat was stationed near the three windows that lined the walls off the classroom, and the fact that the topic for the day was a continued discussion about Romeo and Juliet, there was little hope that the teacher would be able to gain Jocelyn’s attention for more than a few seconds. Her face was already turned to stare out the window, an upturned hand holding her head up, preventing it from dropping onto the desk in complete boredom. Inside her head she was calculating the hours she needed to remain inside, each minute torture for her restless mind. She wanted to be outside, or at least have the windows open for some fresh air, but neither would be happening until she was ready to head out for lunch, so she was doomed to sit and day dream until she was able to get her freedom.
The shrill sound of the bell startled her out of her thoughts for a moment, sleepy eyes turned to glance at the doorway, watching as the last of her classmates shoved each other out of the hall and into the classroom in their rush not to be late. The teacher finally rose from her seat, a surly, stocky, middle aged woman with puffy black hair and a permanent scowl on her face. Mrs. Sinclair was the type of woman who looked like she belonged in a classroom, her dark grey skirt and white blouse, along with her demeanor screamed ‘English Teacher’; at least to Jocelyn it did. Surprisingly, the voice that came out of the woman’s mouth was not as curt as her appearance would lead one to believe, the soft tone sounding more like that of a mother reading a bedtime story than a high school teacher stuck dealing with arrogant teenagers all day. When she spoke, the room fell silent, only the sounds of books dropping onto desks and the soft ruffle of pages turning heard beneath the soft drone of the teacher. “Alright class, we’ll be continuing on from yesterday, and I can see from the unfamiliar face that we have a new student. Would anyone like to share what our discussion was about?” The woman inquired, casting an accessing glance around the room for a raised hand. “No one?” Again she cast a glance around the room, but still there were no volunteers. Huffing a breathy sigh, she finally abandoned all hope of having someone volunteer and selected the one person she had the most problems with in class. “Jocelyn, would you care to enlighten our new addition to what we discussed yesterday?”
Jocelyn’s eyes had been steadily creeping toward the window, but instantly snapped back to the front of the room when her name was called. One heavy sigh, and a flick of her hair over her shoulders later, she finally began to give her version of the class’s discussion. “We were talking about how Romeo and Juliet were two moronic teenagers who confused lust for love and ended up doing the world a favor by offing themselves before they could reproduce.” Mrs. Sinclair’s face paled as she listened to Jocelyn’s summary, while a few other kids in the class snickered loudly. “Jocelyn, that’s not quite the explanation I was looking for, but at least you got it right for the most part.” The woman stated with an exasperated tone, her head shaking slowly from side to side and her expression showing her disappointment. “Perhaps you would like to reread the story and give a better explanation tomorrow.”
Snorting out a laugh, Jocelyn’s eyes finally turned to their original destination, her gaze lingering over the woods behind the school. “I can read it a million times and that’s still going to be my summary for it. It’s not my fault Shakespeare wrote a stupid story about teen love.”
Jocelyn was overlooked as the teacher moved on to another topic, asking the class to share their views on the significance of Romeo and Juliet’s relationship, and why they thought the two killed themselves. Jocelyn took the shift in discussion as her cue to tune out the teacher and class, and focus on what was going on outside the window, her mind blissfully blank. If it weren’t for the fact she was already on thin ice with her aunt, she would have skipped school to spend the day hanging out at the park, but she could not afford to get caught ditching again. ‘You only have a few months to go till you graduate Jocelyn, stop acting like every day you have to go to school is the end of the world.’ Her aunt would lecture, giving the same speech every time she got caught missing class. It might not have been the end of the world, but it sure felt like it.
She could hear the class talking in the background, but she wasn’t paying them any mind. Time eventually dwindled down leaving only five minutes remaining until the bell would ring and it would be off to Chemistry, which next to Algebra was Jocelyn least favorite class and the one she struggled with the most. The teacher signaled that it was time to start packing everything up, and Jocelyn quickly shoved her belonging back into her bag and waited for the bell to free her from the room. Jocelyn cast one final look out the window, her eyes straining against the glare of the lights inside the room. Out of the corner of her eyes she caught a flash of light, just a flicker lasting only a second before it faded. By the time her head turned to figure out where it had come from and what had caused it, it was gone and Jocelyn brushed it off as a figment of her imagination. She didn’t have any more time to dwell on it, the bell rang and she was distracted by the sounds of chairs scrapping against the floor and her classmates chattering away. With a sigh, she rose from her seat and dashed to the doorway, eager to get the next class over and done with so that she’d be closer to lunchtime. Her pace slowed once she was out in the hallway, her body weaving through the crowd to avoid the rest of the other students that were crowding the hall. She paid no attention to anyone, wanting nothing more than to get to her classroom and get it done and over with.
The shrill sound of the bell startled her out of her thoughts for a moment, sleepy eyes turned to glance at the doorway, watching as the last of her classmates shoved each other out of the hall and into the classroom in their rush not to be late. The teacher finally rose from her seat, a surly, stocky, middle aged woman with puffy black hair and a permanent scowl on her face. Mrs. Sinclair was the type of woman who looked like she belonged in a classroom, her dark grey skirt and white blouse, along with her demeanor screamed ‘English Teacher’; at least to Jocelyn it did. Surprisingly, the voice that came out of the woman’s mouth was not as curt as her appearance would lead one to believe, the soft tone sounding more like that of a mother reading a bedtime story than a high school teacher stuck dealing with arrogant teenagers all day. When she spoke, the room fell silent, only the sounds of books dropping onto desks and the soft ruffle of pages turning heard beneath the soft drone of the teacher. “Alright class, we’ll be continuing on from yesterday, and I can see from the unfamiliar face that we have a new student. Would anyone like to share what our discussion was about?” The woman inquired, casting an accessing glance around the room for a raised hand. “No one?” Again she cast a glance around the room, but still there were no volunteers. Huffing a breathy sigh, she finally abandoned all hope of having someone volunteer and selected the one person she had the most problems with in class. “Jocelyn, would you care to enlighten our new addition to what we discussed yesterday?”
Jocelyn’s eyes had been steadily creeping toward the window, but instantly snapped back to the front of the room when her name was called. One heavy sigh, and a flick of her hair over her shoulders later, she finally began to give her version of the class’s discussion. “We were talking about how Romeo and Juliet were two moronic teenagers who confused lust for love and ended up doing the world a favor by offing themselves before they could reproduce.” Mrs. Sinclair’s face paled as she listened to Jocelyn’s summary, while a few other kids in the class snickered loudly. “Jocelyn, that’s not quite the explanation I was looking for, but at least you got it right for the most part.” The woman stated with an exasperated tone, her head shaking slowly from side to side and her expression showing her disappointment. “Perhaps you would like to reread the story and give a better explanation tomorrow.”
Snorting out a laugh, Jocelyn’s eyes finally turned to their original destination, her gaze lingering over the woods behind the school. “I can read it a million times and that’s still going to be my summary for it. It’s not my fault Shakespeare wrote a stupid story about teen love.”
Jocelyn was overlooked as the teacher moved on to another topic, asking the class to share their views on the significance of Romeo and Juliet’s relationship, and why they thought the two killed themselves. Jocelyn took the shift in discussion as her cue to tune out the teacher and class, and focus on what was going on outside the window, her mind blissfully blank. If it weren’t for the fact she was already on thin ice with her aunt, she would have skipped school to spend the day hanging out at the park, but she could not afford to get caught ditching again. ‘You only have a few months to go till you graduate Jocelyn, stop acting like every day you have to go to school is the end of the world.’ Her aunt would lecture, giving the same speech every time she got caught missing class. It might not have been the end of the world, but it sure felt like it.
She could hear the class talking in the background, but she wasn’t paying them any mind. Time eventually dwindled down leaving only five minutes remaining until the bell would ring and it would be off to Chemistry, which next to Algebra was Jocelyn least favorite class and the one she struggled with the most. The teacher signaled that it was time to start packing everything up, and Jocelyn quickly shoved her belonging back into her bag and waited for the bell to free her from the room. Jocelyn cast one final look out the window, her eyes straining against the glare of the lights inside the room. Out of the corner of her eyes she caught a flash of light, just a flicker lasting only a second before it faded. By the time her head turned to figure out where it had come from and what had caused it, it was gone and Jocelyn brushed it off as a figment of her imagination. She didn’t have any more time to dwell on it, the bell rang and she was distracted by the sounds of chairs scrapping against the floor and her classmates chattering away. With a sigh, she rose from her seat and dashed to the doorway, eager to get the next class over and done with so that she’d be closer to lunchtime. Her pace slowed once she was out in the hallway, her body weaving through the crowd to avoid the rest of the other students that were crowding the hall. She paid no attention to anyone, wanting nothing more than to get to her classroom and get it done and over with.
Bumpers~
The gunslingers will come through with the clothes on their back, and whatever supplies they have on them. Once their ammo runs out, they will either need to come up with a way to purchase the materials they need to make more, or find a way to buy bullets. Unlike Roland, the gunslingers are not going to have guides to help them in the present, they're either going to have to make friends or wing it.
There's a few ways that thing can work, but for now I'm kind of testing the waters to see if I get any interest before I go into the finer details.
There's a few ways that thing can work, but for now I'm kind of testing the waters to see if I get any interest before I go into the finer details.
Okay, so that's 2? Maybe?
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