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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 3:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 9:54 am
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Ryan stood a middling six feet as he looked down at the lock on his locker. Giving it a twist and setting it at zero, he turned the knob to the first number of his combination. 9….. 19….. 43….. Click. He opened his locker door and pulled his headphones off, setting them on the top shelf along with his iPod. Ryan let his backpack slip off his shoulders as he pulled one arm out of the strap and used the other to swing it around in front of him. The backpack hit the ground with a slight thud and he squatted down to reach the zipper, pulling it open. He spent a moment putting unnecessary books and folders in the bottom of his locker and replacing them with a binder and a couple folders needed for his morning classes. He then stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder as he came to a standing position. His eyes were barely open and the morning grogginess had not yet worn off. Ryan scratched the back of his head, his fingers running through his red-orange hair. Unlike most, his hair was naturally a fiery red colour and his face was dotted with small freckles, running from the crown of his cheek bone, across his nose, and to the other side of his face. He was born in Ireland and moved here before he started his high school years so it was not too hard for him to make friends because people had not yet started forming their groups of friends. Besides, he seemed to have a pretty effortless time making friends—he was pretty outgoing, had a good sense of humor, and his Irish brogue didn’t hurt. He gave his hair a quick tussle and let his hand drop to his side. Yawning and stretching, he came out of his slight slouch and shook his head. He had on a plain black tee-shirt under a red and grey stripped jacket hanging loose on his frame, along with grey jeans and red Chucks. He shut his locker.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 9:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 6:56 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 4:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 10:12 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:59 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 9:39 pm
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Ryan strolled into the classroom with ease and knew that he wasn't seriously in trouble with the teacher. He flashed a friendly grin toward the teacher and said, "Oh, c'mon, Mr. Leshner, don't do this to me now—I'm dreadfully wrecked [tired] !" He gave a playful chuckle. "And give the poor bird [girl, girlfriend] a break—it was my fault. I was legging it [running fast] to get here an' I rammed right into her." The teacher gave him a look and said, "I don't need to hear your life story, Ryan. Taking a seat would be just as nice." "Oh, c'mon, it's not like I try twistin' hay [starting trouble, usually in a playful way] ! I'm only messin' with you, you know that Mr. Leshner!" The teacher let a small smile escape and he shook his head while rolling his eyes. Ryan made his way to one of the aisles and walked between the rows of seats until he came to his own and sat down, nodding and saying hello to a few people on his way.
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 5:58 pm
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"So you're the new student." Mr. Leshner said turning now to the girl. Rena nodded, her eyes glued to the spot on the floor that she would hit if she were to fall. She didn't like being put on the spot, but most the time she didn't have a choice. "What's your name?" The teacher asked, his voice was kind as to not make her anymore uncomfortable. "Rena." She said. "Well, Rena, welcome. Class, please welcome Rena. Now would you mind telling us a little about yourself?" She fought the groan and blush back as she cleared her throat to be heard a little more clearly. "My name is Rena and I recently moved to here with my dad. I am from no where since I've always moved around a lot. So I guess I'm sort of from everywhere." She was somewhat satisfied with her answer. It was short, sweet, and simple. It gave just enough information without giving out too much. Mr. Leshner nodded. "Very good. Go ahead and take a seat wherever you see an empty desk." he instructed. She nodded but didn't look up. She took a quick glance around the room and saw, a bit to her dismay, one empty seat behind the boy that had run into her. Again, she fought back the groan and quickly took her seat. "Now would anyone be so kind as to show Rena around since she's new?" She felt the heat start to rush to her cheeks, but fought the worst of it back. Her cheeks only turned a flushed pink rather than the full blown red. A small pause passed and no one replied. "Ryan, since you seem to have already met her, you can show her around." The teacher decided.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 6:27 pm
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Ryan looked up, a slightly startled look appearing on his face—which was due to the fact that he already stopped paying attention and it was only within the first two minutes of first period that he heard someone calling him out. He sat up a bit and scratched the back of his head, his fingers running through his red-orange locks. "Uh, sure thing, Lesh'." Mr. Leshner gave him a look. "Oh, right, sorry—Mr. Leshner." He gave a grin, the freckles rising on his face along with his cheeks from his smile. Mr. Leshner turned away from the class and began his lesson, grabbing papers from his desk and writing on the board. Ryan turned around in his seat to face Rena and gave his best smile, his pearly whites flashing and his flecked gold-green eyes shining. "I'm sorry 'bout earlier—I'm all arseways [a complete mess]!" He glanced over his shoulder and then back at her, studying her face. "And don' worry 'bout Lesh—he knows I'm only twistin' hay [starting trouble, usually in a playful way]." He knew he was doing most of the talking but he wanted to get in all that he could before she had a chance to interrupt him and not give him a chance. "Mind if we start over?" He put his hand out between them and over her desk, his Claddagh shining on his right ring finger, the heart facing away from him. "Call me Ryan."
(Sorry that took me so long! I've been so busy with APs and other work!)
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 7:55 pm
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 4:34 pm
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((Wow, congratulations! That's a big step!)) His eyes flickered toward the motion of her hand grabbing the locket around her neck. He looked back up and gazed into her honey coloured eyes as he gave a quiet chuckle. "Alright, alright, relax the cacks [calm down]," he said with a grin to indicate that he was trying to joke around with her. "You win—I'll pay attention." He took his hand away and began to turn back around, stopping once more to look back at her. "And if you need any help getting around, just ask." With that, he turned all the way around in his seat and sat back, drumming his pencil on his leg. Soon after Ryan turned around to face the front of the room, a student aiding in the counseling office entered and handed Mr. Leshner a slip of paper. He nodded, thanked the boy, and set the paper on his desk. As he did so, he looked up at Rena and said, "Rena and Ryan—I would like to talk to you two at the end of class." He then continued his lesson.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 8:24 pm
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Despite what Rena may have thought, Ryan was a smart boy who didn't get into trouble, so he wasn't worried about the note—whatever it was couldn't have been all that bad seeing as he wasn't a troublemaker. In fact, he forgot all about it until the bell rang and Mr. Leshner looked up at the two of them, raising the paper slip in his hand to remind them not to leave before confronting him about it. "Rena, Ryan—it'll only be a minute." Ryan stuffed the pencil he was using to drum with during class into his bag and turned in his seat to face Rena. "So, Rena, is it?" He grinned and ran a hand through his red locks. “What sorts of trouble are you getting yourself into now, huh? I hope you’re not a squealer [a person who tells stories to get another in trouble], dragging me down with you,” he joked. Even Ryan’s laugh seemed to have an Irish brogue. As the class became emptier, Mr. Leshner took the piece of paper and spoke to them from the front of the class, loud enough for them to hear. "Ryan's not giving you any trouble, is he Rena?" He showed a pleasant smile and waited for them to approach him.
((Don't worry, I understand.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 7:54 am
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