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Post by suzy4 on Apr 12, 2009 20:21:58 GMT -5
Days weren't going by as fast as Sara would have wanted. She just wanted school to be over. She was tired of the stares that people gave her and the whispers she knew were about her. She hated it, every bit of it. Even her best friends had turned their back on her, which was not something that she had expected. Oh how she really wished things would just go back to the way they were, but she knew that was never going to happen, even if she hoped and dreamed with all of her might. She was stuck with her own stupid decision and she had to live with it, even if she was seemingly alone. She read once that if everyone gave up on you, at least you would still have your family, but that wasn't the case with Sara. Her mother was the only one she had left and she couldn't be more disappointed in Sara, which only made her feel worse. It was, to quote Juno, 'one doodle that couldn't be undid.' And it was happening to her.
Walking through the halls were getting more and more brutal as the days went on. Every now and then, someone would bump into her on purpose, just to be nasty. She hated those people. People who just labeled her 'slut' without even getting to know her. Didn't anyone even give a damn about how she felt? How hard it must be for her? What a difficult decision she had to make, alone? No. No one seemed to care in the slightest bit, but hey. She figured what goes around comes around. Whenever something bad happened to them, she wouldn't even be the slightest bit surprised. As she walked through the hallways, the stone walls seemed to be closer than ever and almost all of the eyes around were on her. She took in a deep breath and continued to stare at the ground, trying her hardest not to make eye contact. Just then, someone purposely ran into her and made her drop her books. Before she could see who it was, they were gone, muttering the words 'watch were you're going' and then a nasty name after that. She wanted to cry right then and there, but it wasn't the place. She knelt down on her knees and started to gather her books, trying to block out the people around her.
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Post by d'artagnan remy laurent on Apr 12, 2009 21:45:39 GMT -5
He'd seen the whole show, unfortunately. D'artagnan had seen the students and their nasty ways, always punishing each other for one anothers short comings. It was quite sad, really. At least D'artagnan let his enemies know why they were in that particular category, and it was usually with good reason. D'artagnan wasn't one to judge others based on societal status, popularity or indiscretions. Lord knew he had plenty of those himself. In fact, his whole reputation at this school was primarily based on his indiscretions alone. Not that he really cared what others thought, that was part of his charm really.
As Sara went to pick up her books, D'artagnan swooped in, seeing his chance to stick it to the others in the hall. "Here, let me help you." In his hands, he gathered her papers and books, holding them out to her in his half squat, half kneel. His long hair began to fall before his eyes, and a smile graced his lips. He had seen her around before, never really talked much to her though. Sara was indeed in his year, but their focuses were different. D'artagnan had always regretted that a little. He'd heard the words whispered about Sara in the hallways. He'd even heard his friends talk about her. Though he would always give them the smack to the back of the head with his hand to shut them up. Gossip was a toxin, and one he wouldn't approve of during a game of poker. With a kind look in his eyes as his hand proffered her books back to her. "It's alright, I don't bite."
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Post by suzy4 on Apr 13, 2009 14:54:46 GMT -5
Sara stayed on her knees, watching D'artagnan pick up all her books and actually helping her. She couldn't believe it. She thought that almost everyone hated her, but maybe she was wrong. There might still be hope for a lone sould actually giving a damn about her, but, again, she wasn't about to get her hopes up too high. Things like that were just something she didn't know about anymore, and that was alright with her. In the end, she would be the one who would never be alone, but that was also still up in the air. She looked up at D'artagnan with her mouth slightly open, in awe. She still couldn't believe that someone was helping her instead of laughing at her or pointing and saying how bad they felt for her. He was actually picking her books up for her, which was something that no one had done since word got around school about her little problem.
When Sara realized she was staring she grabbed the books out of his hands and held them close to her body. A slight smile formed on her lips. "Thanks," she said softly. Her voice was naturally soft, but it seemed even more quiet than normal, due to the fact that the hallway seemed to be filled with loud talking people and her voice didn't carry well with in that type of environment. She then stood up and turned to walk away. She wasn't about to just stand there like an idiot, that was for sure. Plus, it would cause more attention to be drawn to her, which was another thing she didn't need. She already knew how people where, so why would she stay around? Besides, she didn't know if D'artagnan was just being nice to her now to make fun of her later. She really hoped that wasn't the case, though. He seemed rather genuine to her.
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Post by d'artagnan remy laurent on Apr 13, 2009 19:39:34 GMT -5
D'artagnan watched her scurry away, his brow furrowed in confusion with one eyebrow raised inquisitively. "you're--welcome?" But by the time the words had left his lips, she was either too far or the roaring of the crowd had grown too loud. For a moment, he looked after her, completely amazed and baffled. He'd never had this kind of response to an act of kindness before. Of course, his acts of kindness usually had a double edged sword in there somewhere with some immoral act tact on. Today, however, had been completely of his own accord. Nothing in return, just a friendly smile and helpful hand to a girl who seemed to have a bit more on her plate than she should.
After a moment of stuttering silence, D'artagnan took off after her, his book bag slapping against his side unceremoniously. The large thwacking sounds echoed through the corridors loudly. Although, with all sorts of students running late, this was a sound heard all too often. When he caught up, D'artagnan took a few extra strides with his long legs and turn in front of Sara so that he not only blocked her route but was facing her as well. With a boyish grin of complete idiocy, he ran a hand through his hair again. "Hold on there," he spoke with a tone of humility, "What's the rush? It's Sara, right? I'm D'artagnan, but god knows you don't have to call me that." Once again, he held out his hand, but this time it was for a handshake. A bold move to take in these hallways. As the students looked on, D'artagnan could hear the whispers beginning, and could almost feel their eyes boring into the pair of them. He didn't really care what others thought or said, though. In fact, he almost felt sorry for the whole lot of onlookers. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on Sara, his hand held out to her in an offer of kindness and, perhaps, a little friendliness.
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