Re: The Tomes of Truth (C.C.)

[WeAllFallDown-*]

With a sigh, I set my books down on my desk near the back- luckily, there were no assigned seats in this class. Tucking my Tome in my messenger bag, I slump a little in my seat with my dark eyes scanning the room. The teacher is not yet present (most likely stalling in the teachers lounge) and the room hadn't yet filled. One group of girls had dragged their desks together, and were discussing the dance. Grimacing slightly, my eyes briefly flit to Styler's, who looked equally as disinterested in all the buzz as I.

Biting the inside of my lip, I find myself tempted to look through my Tome, but I also know that I shouldn't until the meeting, later on.

Torture. Pure freaking torture.

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler sighed, his eyes searching the room, he noticed a girl with her Tome on the desk, but she obviously didn't want to look, you have to be either brave or stupid to do it and to be honest he was both; Silver was the brains of the two of them.
He shut my Tome up and sighed, "So, where's Mr MacArthur?" I looked at the nerd of the class; the most stereotypical one ever too.
"Teacher's lounge," his voice squeaked as he placed his glasses further up his nose. Weirdo.
"Right," with a grunt, he stood up and walked over to the front desk, flicking a few buttons, getting his computer broken; he deserved it anyway.
With a last push of the button the screen cracked and went blank. With a proud smile, he stood and went to sit back down, the girl staring at him all the way through.
"What?" he raised an eyebrow and tapped the desk infront of him, scaring the nerdy kid slightly with a whimper.

[WeAllFallDown-*]

I narrow my eyes, cocking an eyebrow at his clip tone. Mr. MacArthur still wasn't in, which was irritating enough in itself. If you want to be a teacher, teach.

I roll my eyes, seemingly unfazed by Styler's little "stunt." My grin widens slightly when his stormy eyes flick to me. "Did I say something?" I ask, my voice cool.

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler shrugged, "I find that in time when you live with a blind sister you have to realise there's more to life than just a single set of words; facial expressions and body language, kinda something you have to learn otherwise she'll wipe your arse at a game of poker..." he shuddered at the remembrance of that game of poker, they both didn't realise it was strip poker, but in the end she only took off her over shirt, Styler was down to his pants and his trilby.

[WeAllFallDown-*]

{XD}

I grin a faint wisp of a smile, my eyes dimming as they watch the door intently. It's been 10 minutes. The room goes quiet for a moment, so I cringe and push away a vision along with the familiar gut wrenching wave of nausea. Accidentally, I let out a small and pathetic squeak.

"Sorry." I mumble to nobody in particular. "Vision." I say this even quieter, glancing at Styler this time. The room's volume picks up again, so I sigh with relief and slump even further in my seat. A few kids gave me a weird look, but shrug it off and continue with their conversation. I'm still contemplating how to get out of going to this dance, when the door opens. It's the principle, Mr. No-smile Fred Michaels.

"Class, your teacher is sick, so a substitute will be in momentarily." His gruff voice cuts through the silence like a knife, cold eyes raking over each student. If looks could kill...

[bookcrazI]

Molly: I was grinning, all through history class. I couldn't I believe I did that, although I'm pretty sure I made it worse for Silver. I was glad he had no clue I was, or I was completely screwed. I sighed and hummed while the teacher droned on about some king of some place some time ago.

[Gifty]

Sapphire: I sat in the back of History and sighed. Ya well I knew what was going to be in the history books 15 years from now!

[bookcrazI]

Molly: I sat smiling, which was probably thought as smug which it probably was, in my class. My day had just gotten drastically better, well it got a bit better. Good enough to make me smile and actually try to learn, which I never bothered to.

[Gifty]

Sapphire: I looked out the window and sighed again. This was going to get boring, The test was going to be really easy, and I was going to get a 100.

[bookcrazI]

Molly: I hummed as the lesson grew dreary.(sorry for not writing more...)

[Gifty]

(( sall right))

Sapphire: The teacher came and stood in front of a girl. I looked at her feeling sorry she wasnt going to like today, but neither was I. I was going to get a ditention, again.

[OpenTheDoor]

The teacher stood at the front of the class, his shirt sweaty and stank of booze and fags, he was so just called in. His hair was slick and greasy and disgustingly horrendous, not nice.
"Umm, you, boy! How does this work?" he pointed to the screen and then to Styler as he shrugged.
"No idea sir, the other sir said that if you turn it on badly it blows up and cracks," Styler answered, he had no idea how to fix it, Lupine hadn't taught him how to fix it properly yet.

[WeAllFallDown-*]

"Well?" He turns to the rest of us, loosening the no doubt clip on tie on his striped shirt. "Does anyone have an idea?"

Silence. I wince, pushing it away with my mind as I concentrate on last night's homework. My head was pounding, and the wave of nausea had once again begun to swallow me.

Name the first 15 presidents of the United States, in order.

The substitute's whiny sigh is clearly audible as he turns back to the blackboard, chalk in hand. He asks us to open our text books to a certain page, causing slight chatter to build up again. Various "Can I borrow a pencil" 's and "Darn, did you get number 3 on the homework?"

I sigh with relief. Another close call.

[WeAllFallDown-*]

{Bump for OTD.......}

[OpenTheDoor]

Sorry, internet stuff gone poof...

Styler smiled, easy when you have an encyclopedia(sp) as a sister. He took out the sheet and sighed, making sure that he memorised them; photographic memory was a pure gift when it domes to stuff like this.
"Styler, come to the front with... You, girl," he pointed to the girl I spoke to before he got narky, "Say the president's names in order, whoever gets the most correct while have their genders leave early, whoever loses gets a pop quiz tomorrow."
A few laughs erupted from the room as my hand rose, "Are we allowed to sheets infront of us?"
"Nope, memory."
Sorted. With a click of my fingers I walked to the front.

[WeAllFallDown-*]

Shit. I sort of...procrastinated...last night with the whole homework thing. Okay, maybe I used it as time to draw in my Tome. Same difference.

If I were a dog, my tail would be between my legs as I meekly stride to the front of the room, picking up a piece of chalk and mentally preparing myself for the teacher's go. The board had been divided into two sections, one labeled with my name and one with his.

Washington...Adams...Jefferson...Madison...Quincy? No wait, Monroe. Right? Dammit.

"On your mark..." He begins anticlimactically. I can't resist the urge to roll my eyes behind his back, which calls for a round of snickers. His cheeks flush. "Go!" He calls, setting a timer on his desk.

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler recited them quickly and in order, finishing quickly and cooly, the nerd kid shrieked with delight as he proclaimed, "He's right!" the boys cheer, deep and slightly gruff erupted from the crowd. Styler bowed slightly, taking in the crowd and their response, but not over the top, "Guess I better thank my library on legs tonight," he whispered under his breath as he sat down before the bell rang, the guys standing up and filing out, well not filing, more like a stampede.

[WeAllFallDown-*]

I groan, several of the girls sending my nasty glares as the boys file out, which meant that they'd get first choice for seats in health class. It was sex education week, and sitting in the front meant you were more likely to get picked for...demonstrations. Cue the cringe.

Once the last guy had filed out, I booked it out of there faster than anyone would have thought my 5"3 tiny body could go.

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler met up with Silver in health class, to be honest in this class with your sister was quite bad, but we'll live. She had he foot up on the chair next to her, her leg in a cast. Many-a pupil gave her evils as they walked past, they needed that seat.
"Hey! Over here!" Styler waved at the girl who came in, "No hard feelings?" he asked as Silver took her foot off of the chair, "That's for you by the way."
"But I have to say if this wasn't a full class then I would have had my way. And just for the beginning," she cleared her throat, "Ha ha for having to see this! I just have to be sat down and told what happens, no practical."
"Silver? Could you come to the front?" the old woman stood at the front. She cringed as her brotjer laughed, putting his leg up onto her chair incase anyone fell back.
"Yes Mrs Garter?" her voice was sweet.
"You'll be going into the other room with Mr Lupine," she smiled as her uncle walked in, "He'll be giving you a private lesson."
Styler was having a laughing fit at this moment as his sister was dragged into an empty room with her uncle music teacher to have a singluar sex ed. lesson aka DOOM!

[WeAllFallDown-*]

I get in class a bit late, to see mostly the back row filled up except for two seats on either side of Styler. One his sister occupied, feeling a twinge of envy at the fact that she won't have to see any of it. And oh, god they have a television in here...

When I get over to the seat Styler so kindly saved, I saw that he was practically having a laughing fit over something the teacher said. Silver sulkily retreats to the back room, where apparently she'll be having a "private lesson."

Sliding into my chair, I nudge him lightly with my elbow. "Should I call the nurse?" I joke in a whisper, grinning as the lesson begins with Ms. Ackerman discussing the advantages of using protection. Kill me now.

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler laughed slightly, "I think we will after Lupine is done with Silver. Man I wish I was there," he laughed shaking his head. Ms Ackerman had the banana out now, attempting to open a condom but failing miserably, "Because she's never had to do it," I bit my lip to prevent myself from dying of laughter. Eventually afterwards she got it open and she was giving a step-by-step guide into how to put it on. I almost shat myself laughing when Jared pulled out a banana and tried it himself, but then I stopped as I thought he hitted on Silver and he knows how to do that... Great. Sex ed. class with you're little sister even though she isn't in the room is the worst thing ever.

[WeAllFallDown-*]

"Stop it." I whisper "sternly" (yeah right) at his joke, but end up covering my mouth with my palm to stop the spurts of laughter that threatened to interrupt the awkward silence that Ms. Ackerman had oh-so carefully created.

"Now, let's erm...Your principle would like me to...Okay just watch this video about sexual education. Jared, turn off the lights, please?" Surprisingly, he wordlessly obliges.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Yes M'aam!" he grunted as Styler lost the funny side of him. He quickly took out his iPod and stuffed it into his ear, silently offering the other the girl with a smile. He picked a random song and let it play, then he focused on something else over than the woman on the screen showing what an 'erection' is...

[WeAllFallDown-*]

"Thank you." I whisper gratefully, sliding the bud in my ear and leaning back in my chair. I watch the video drone on with a grimace, the more immature boys snickering at diagrams of... private parts.

At one particularly snicker inducing moment, I turn and roll my eyes at Styler, wishing I was anywhere but here. Hell, a vision was better than this. The music was a wonderful filler of the silence, however.

[OpenTheDoor]

Styler sniggered at the picture, but it was short-lived, he never did find this funny, his and Silver's humour was much darker, nothing like a penis, more like pushing someone down a toilet and watching as they got covered in the dirty water.
He drove his finger to his iPod, switching the song to one of that he and Silver loved though secretly, jazz. The least he could do was see her reaction.

(what's her name?)

[WeAllFallDown-*]

{Aribella, Ari for short.}

I drum my fingers to the smooth beat of the song, the rhythm floating across her closed eyelids, caressing every inch of her skin. Without her music, Ari would be nowhere. Music was her foundation, the perfect harmony that always seemed to hold her together despite the situation.

"A jazz guy, huh?" I whisper, my eyes still closed, a wisp of a smile on my face.

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