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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 4, 2002 17:32:47 GMT -5
Paris lays there on her bed in her huge room. She had no where to go and no where to be. She picked up her Pre-Calculus book and started working on some of the problems. Her phone rang twice before she picked it up. "Hello?" Paris answered.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 4, 2002 0:19:24 GMT -5
The bell rang and Paris gathered her belongings and left class. She had to walk past the nurses office to get out of the building. SHe peered in but saw no one. She knew they were all in the back. She made her way out of the building and to her car. SHe got in the front seat, flicked on the radio, checked to make sure her cell was on and hoped that it would ring...and ALyssa would call... or maybe she was planning on torturing me and waiting til tomorrow morning to see whether she is ok or not. Who knows.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 4, 2002 0:10:46 GMT -5
The nurse came over to speak with Hunter and Paris took this advantage to walk over to ALyssa. She tucked the note in her hand closed her grasp on it. "I got to go. I'll let Tristan and Rory know she's here," Paris offered. And with that was out of the nurse's office and back to class.
Paris got back into the class and quickly explained what happened and told him that seeing as how there was two minutes left in class she told a little lie and got the teacher to send Tristan and ROry to the nurse.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 4, 2002 0:03:41 GMT -5
"Um freak outs..maybe one or two...and yes she was sick earlier." Paris said to him...feeling uneasy and somewhat guilty. 'WHat if I caused this to happen and she got sick? WHat if something were to happen to the baby?' Damn. Now the little voice comes to say hi. Just to make me feel worse. Paris scribbled on a piece of paper, Hunter was listening to her but watching Alyssa. She wrote: Let me know if your ok...and don't think I'm going all soft on ya. 269-9107 Let me know, Paris. she folded it up. And was waiting to give to her...later...but for now waiting for him to reply.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 23:58:12 GMT -5
Paris held open the door to the nurses room so Hunter could walk in. Paris was still very freaked. Not to mention class was about to end in about 12 minutes. The nurse showed Hunter where to lay her down. Paris walked over to where he stood while the nurse was checking on her. "Is she going to ok? Can you handle it from here?" Paris asked him.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 23:49:57 GMT -5
"LEts just get her to the nurse and pray she didn't fall to the floor," Paris said remembering she said she was pregnant. "The nurses office if just down this hallway." Paris started talking fast feeling panic set in. She was officially freaking out.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 23:41:32 GMT -5
Paris tried to pick to her up. But she just couldn't do it alone SHe went to run back to the class but she saw someone walking towards them but couldn't quite make it out...they were somewhat far away. She just hoped this person could help. "Hey can you help me get her to the nurse?"
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 23:32:59 GMT -5
Paris waited a about minute before asking for a pass to her locker. Luckily the teacher agreed. She was on her way out into the hall to see if Alyssa was ok..taking note that she staggered out of the classroom. And there someone sits against a locker at the end of the hallway. Instinct takes over and shes besides the person in seconds. "Are you ok?" she asks waiting to see if Alyssa is still conscious.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 23:21:38 GMT -5
Paris saw Alyssa's answer. She glanced up at the clock 22 minutes. 'Why does this class always last the longest? Its like time stretches on and on for only this specific 45 minutes a day. Paris didn't know what to do next...and wasn't sure if her concern for her was making her seem like she wanted...or needed a friend. SHe just prayed that Tristan thought the note was from Rory and passed it up. Or things could get...weird to say the least. 'Do I write a note and ask if she needs help...do I sit here and just pay attention the Mr. Rogers wannabe with his monotone voice? What do I do?' she screamed to herself. Hoping her brain, concionce, or some little voice inside her would tell her what to do.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 23:05:34 GMT -5
'Friends. Ha. How does Tristan DuGrey know what friends are? I personally have never met one person that just wanted to get to know me. Theres always some alterior motive.' she told herself as she saw concern in Tristan's eyes. Not knowing what was possessing me to do this...I wrote Alyssa a note and folded it quickly. With out looking up, tapped Tristan on the shoulder. Still looking as if she were paying attention to the teacher and the board pointed to Alyssa.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 22:52:12 GMT -5
The only period Paris had away from Tristan, Rory, and Alyssa passed by much to quickly. She has every class but 7th period with atleast on of them...and Alyssa in every class but 7th period. There is no getting away from anyone in this school. Its too small. She entered the class room and took her seat as the bell signaling the beginning of 8th period rang. Blah. 'Boring Pre-Calculus,' she thought...definately not in the frame of mind to do synthetic division or things that required her full attention. And damn the teacher. 'Who seats kids alphabetically anymore?' she mentally yelled to herself. There she sat in the same row as all three of them. Alyssa, then Tristan, then herself, and last Rory. 'Blah.' only 43 minutes and 52 seconds til I can get out of here.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 22:37:19 GMT -5
"I won't as long as you don't." Paris stated. "Is that all you wanted...we done?" Paris asked getting ready to leave sure that they were done with their little 'chat'. The details of blackmail have been taken care of and they've got something on each other. How could it get any worse?
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 22:32:31 GMT -5
"Apparently we've got one up on each other huh?" Paris asked, knowing she was between a rock and a hard place. If she said one word about Alyssa she would sure retaliate and tell everyone that she was crying. "So what do we do now?"
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 22:23:52 GMT -5
Paris was mortified. SHe couldn't believe it. 'Maybe she doesn't know...maybe she thinks it was there before,' she frantically thought to herself. But Paris knew she wasn't an idiot...she put two and two together and figured out it was Paris in the bathroom...she had to have known. Paris got up from her desk and went to her locker as usually trying to act as normal as possible, but still she felt like everyone knew she was crying. SHe felt as if she went from being invisible to being the topic of gossip. There she sat spinning her locker combo but it wouldn't open. frustrated she kicked the piece of metal and slammed her fist agaisnt the top. and furiously started putting in her combo again. Luckily for the locker it opened. And she started switching her books.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 22:12:38 GMT -5
Paris went to the nurse, who seemed like a nice lady. The nurse gave her a chance to just get herself together.
"Are you ready to go back to class?" the young nurse asked, feeling sympathy towards the girl.
"Yeah," Paris replied.
"Go ahead. Go wash your face to get rid of the redness."
Paris did as she was instructed. She washed her face, but her face still had a pink tint. She came out to face the nurse.
"Here. Try this. It should cover it up," the nurse replied taking out covergirl liquid and powder foundation and handing it over to Paris.
"Thank you," Paris genuinly smiled at her. She was being very kind to her. And Paris returned to the bathroom in the office and applied the makeup. And came out to hand her back her things.
"Much better hmm?"
"Yes. Thank you again."
The nurse wrote out a quick pass stating that Paris had been there since during lunch and is now better to return to class. "Here. You shouldn't get in any trouble," the woman smiled and handed it to her.
Paris gratefully took the pass and walked down the hall to Chemistry. She walked in and over to the teacher. She laid the pass on his desk and quickly took her seat.
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