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 Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 3:40 pm
Evelyn was new to the school, she was still in teachers college and was working as a language tutor in a nearby high school. she had only arrived the day before and still hadn't met all the students. she hoped they would accept her as a tutor without any fuss since she was only 4 years older then most of them.  (she does not wear that durring class time, and hair is tied back.)
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 4:46 pm
 Bella, or Bee to the few people who knew her well, figited in her seat. She didn't hate school, she hated the people inside the school. And it was just as well, because most of them hated her. They said she was childish, immature. She couldn't help herself, though. She had been robbed of a childhod, and nobody seemed to understand that. That's because they all had full childhoods. Bee through crossly. People so closed minded will never understand. Bee, though sweet and kind around most people, was bitter inside the prison of her mind. But she would never let it out. Because then poeple would just hate her even more. And she didn't want that. No matter how much she told anyone she didn't care what people thought, she did. So much, she just wanted to be accepted for who she was.
But it seemed like that was never going to happen, at least with the people in this school. ((I'll pretty my post when I have more time. Sorry.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 4:58 pm
(you dont need to make it pretty but font size bigger would be better hard to read it)
Evelyn walked into class. her hands full of the papers and notebooks for the class. her long hair hanging down the back. the color of it caused the rest of the class to start whispering among their selves. the teacher was not in yet so the class was not settled down yet. Evelyn set the stuff down on the teachers desk and begain sorting it out so that she could hand it out. as she sorted the stuff out she was humming to her self. She was always into music and seemed to have alot of songs stuck in her head alot. She begain to hand out the handouts and notebooks not really listening to any of the students whispering about her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 5:16 pm
Bee had her head down on her arms, drawing circles on the desk top with her pinky. "It's stupid." She whispered. "Just stupid." She watched who appeared to be the student teacher or somethign walk in. Her blue eyes were sharp, and she watched her like a hawk, her pinky still drawing absent minded circles.
Bee's sensitive ears caught the humming of the woman over the whispers and giggles of the others. They were all pretty much speaking about her. Her blue hair. Her piercings. Frankly, it made Bee angry that people couldn't see past those types of things. "Just shut up." she snapped to one of the boys, laughing loudly as a pretty rude comment he had made. "Go back to preschool, where that stuff was actually mature." Bree frowned, the blue of her eyes blue cold and steely.
Sorry. Shrank everything instead of just the OOC.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 5:25 pm
The boy she snapped at turned his friends going quiet wondering what nasty thing he was going to say to her. "and why should I listen to you you freak of..." he went silent when the tutor smacked him in the back of the head with the paper in her hands her golden eyes on him "that is not a nice thing to say. turn back to the front of the room before I give you detention" she had a powerfull sounding voice that seemed to make everyone in the room go dead silent. she went back to handing out the papers and headed to the front of the class as the teacher walked in and begain the lesson. she sat near the front and looked at the guy with a stern look saying 'behave'.
"I hope you all welcome kindly our new teachers assistant. she will be tutoring any who need it in this class. her name is Evelyn Green, she will be here for the rest of the semester" the teacher said and started to go over the lesson of the day.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 5:32 pm
Bee was a bit agitated that the student teacher had intervened, like Bee was somone who needed a lifesaver or something. But she also ahd to admit she was a bit glad. Not only did it save Bee from a potential beating after school, it also let Bee learn what kind of girl this student teacher was.
Or tutor, as the teacher announced as she walked in. "Tutor?" Bee whispered. Her shoulders sagged and she laid her head back down on her desk. She had already been told she was going to need tutoring if she was to get through this class. Then that girl, Evalyn Green... she would have to be it. Bee wanted to scream. Now she would forever be imprinted in her mind as "The girl who started a fight." Bee sighed, letting her eyes clsoe. This was a rediculous stroke of bad luck.
((What class is this? I forgot to ask.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 5:42 pm
(umm what class do you want? math? english, another language.. history?)
Evelyn just watched the class noticing the girl slumping down. she wondered if that was one of the students Mrs Hand (I had a teacher in highschool with that name lol) had told her about. she wondered why the other looked so devastated. once the teacher got around to giving out the work they had to do Evelyn got up and walked over to Bee kneeling on the other side of her desk so they where closer to seeing eye to eye. "hi.. my names Evelyn.. are you Bella?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:01 pm
Bee pried her eyes open as she heard the other students rummaging about. She had practiced listening enough to know that that meant there was an assignment being handed out. She lifted her heavy head off of her arms, fumbling in her bag for a pencil and looking over the worksheet. It was like trying to decode hieroglyphics. She was about to start on it, too, at least write her name, when the tutor chick came over. “Yeah, I caught that.” Bee looked up from her paper. She probably looked a bit cross, but that was only because she couldn’t figure anything out. And this lady was stating the obvious. And now everyone was staring at them. Bee wanted to stick her head under the stand, tune it all out. “Bee.” She said roughly. Someone snickered at the mention of her real name. She wanted to scream. “What?”
((Whatever you feel comfortable talking about most. All I have to do is be inept. Baha.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:10 pm
She smiles softly "Bee.. I like that.. I was told that you might need some help, I happen to be very good at World History I am sure I will be able to help you with the assignments." she had a kindness in her voice that wasnt there when she was telling the other student to not be rude. It was much like she was a different person now.
The teacher cleared her throat looking at the students who had turned to watch Evelyn and Bee. "Back to work!" the students started to work on their assignments talking with each other about how to figure it out.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 1:19 pm
Bee turned her face away form the teacher, down to her paper. She doodled absentmindedly in the margins. A dot. A circle around the dot. Another dot. The circle around that dot overlapping the other circle. She frowned as Mrs. Hand told the others to get back to work. "So, I'm curious." Bee said slowly. "Do I look like some sort of charity case today or something?" She asked coldly, her eyes always on her paper. "I don't need your help. I don't need anybody's help." Bee stood, turned, and sprinted out of the room.
Her cheeks burned in embarrassment as her legs carried her swiftly down the hallway. She had always loved running. Sprinting, most of all. But she had to be at home, so she couldn't do any sport, any activities. Where was she going? Shewasn't sure. She kept her breathing even, wishing she could just run, far away from here, far away from herself. But instead, she stopped on the outside steps of the school. She sat down, putting her arms across her knes and her chin on her arms. It was bitterly cold, at least it seemed that way to Bee. It was just another autumn day. The leaves had changed colors and were all falling on the ground. Floating to their deaths. "Yeah, I need help." Bee said sourly. "But I ain't about to admit nothing to nobody." Her perfect girl image gone, since she was alone, she allowed her speech to be not-so-proper, as well. The way her daddy had always spoken. "Why did you run, Bee? I can hear it now. And all the taunts. Filthy people who don't give a lick 'bout people like me. 'Sept as whipping boys." Bee sighed, letting the cold air fill her lungs.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:15 am
Evelyn watched her leave and got up Mrs Hand nodding to her and she took off. she easily followed Bee throught the school. Evelyn was not the best of runners but she kept pace. when she saw the other sit on the steps she stopped leaning against the wall. she hadnt run like that since she was in public school. it made it hard to breath but she easily calmed that down and walked over sitting next to Bee having heard the last bit of what Bee was saying but didnt mention it.
"you are a bloody fast runner you know that.." She smiles "you know I am not here to make you feel like your a charity case.. My job is to help students.. I cannot graduate without helping someone."
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 12:28 pm
"I know." Bee said, watching the leaves swirl out of the trees and down to the grown when a breeze ruffled them. "I used to be in track and things like that." Since someone was around, Bee had turned her proper speech and proper attitude back on. But, however proper it was, she couldn't make herself look at Evelyn.
"Mmmhm. And that's where you're confused. You have to help a student. There's plenty of other students out there that need help." Bee closed her eyes for a minute or two. Her anger had evaporated. Another reason she alwayas loved to run. It calmed her, soothed her. But now, she could only get that same soothing from jazz music. though it never had been quite the same.
"Have you ever been to a charity?" She asked suddenly, her eyes flicking open. She lifted her head and turned to face Evelyn. Her eyes searched Evelyn's, Bee's eyes fierce, something burning deep inside them. Her mouth remained in a thin line, but it was obvious she wasn't angry.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 8:14 am
She listened to the other and looked alittle puzzled being asked about a charity, it then hit her, Bee thought that Evelyn was one of those high class type people. Evelyn laughs some "yes actually I have been to alot they sometimes make you feel second class but you have to remember that the people there are not trying to be better then you they are trying to help you become better.." she pushes her sleves up and rests her arms on her legs one of the tattoo's clear on her forearm "Sometimes you need to look by what people look like.." she smiles softly
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 12:41 pm
Bee sighed, shaking her head and looking back out at the trees. Evelyn thought she had understood Bee's question, but she hadn't. "No." Bee sighed, but then decided to let the conversation drop. There was no sense in starting an argument. She doubted Evelyn would think people were that cruel, anyhow. She seemed to be the kind of erson who saw the best in everyone.
Bee turned towards Evelyn after her next statement, studying her, her tattoo, her face. Without a word, she stood, just shaking her head. "Don't open the box unless you're ready to see the contents." Don't open the person, unless you're ready to see the truth behind who they are. The bell rang loudly and Bee turned, taking the stairs two at a time and making her way back into the hallway.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 12:51 pm
She watched Bee head inside sighing as she watched the student head off. she took her time fixing her sleaves before she headed inside for the next class. she walked with her hands held behind her back, something she did when she was deep in thought. she wondered about Bee. since she was not a counceler she was not aloud to seek the student out outside of the class room and really she was not to help with personal problems. Evelyn had a problem just letting things slip by. it was always her way.
As she headed back to the classroom she noticed that the students where not whispering about how odd she looked anymore, she even heard acouple hot teacher thrown into the mix. she didn't let it sink in because she always got shy about that. she went towards her next class going to speak with the teacher before it started asking about what Bee needed help with.
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