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Sept 9, 2007 10:53:46 GMT -5
Post by Loren Ramos. on Sept 9, 2007 10:53:46 GMT -5
 Loren was alone at the lunch table. Not a lunch table, but the lunch table. The one, you can say, was assigned to the Wannabe's clique. Lor sighed, finding herself at the same old frustration of being grouped into one clique. More so, the wannabes clique. It would be strange if someone else heard this little mental rant, since Loren was always the one who acted indifferent with the school's unwritten system about cliques and such. But truth be told, she was just as burdened about it as the next kid. 'Back home, I wouldn't be in this type of crap,' she thought to herself, even her thoughts were filled with venom as she thought about it.
Not that she was complaining. She was fine with her... group... for now. They seemed to be the only group that welcomed her in, well actually, there were only selected few that Loren can count as her genuine sincere friends, but hey - it's the thought that counts, right? Yet her own "clique" was getting annoying in more ways than one. They're simply obsessive and in some sense, Loren can definitely say that they would be willing to kiss her half-siblings' asses just to be... well, popular. It seemed sad, but she guess you can't change people, right?
Now here she sits, alone. Finding herself nothing to moan about in her solitude, but a little company would be nice. [/sup][/color] |
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Sept 14, 2007 13:15:00 GMT -5
Post by sam kinlee on Sept 14, 2007 13:15:00 GMT -5
Across the room at a rounded table he sat. He was sourounded any people that looked similar to him. Skinny jeans, tight shirts, dark jacked up hair, and a tad too much make-up. Yet even though there was so many friends and intresting conversations, he felt alone. It wasn't odd to find Sam staring off into space and not saying anything. Obviously everyone just tthought he was blanking out again. Of corse Sam never actually 'blanked out' he just had those moment. Like now, for example. His eyes were fized on the girl across the room. She looked slightly like Raine, another red head at their school, but the other girl just seemed a bit... diffrent. Sam was mostly just curious about what was happening or why she sat alone. He had seen her tagging along with the populars but he thought that she was one of those wannabe's. It was hard to tell these days, everyone could hide their lives so well.
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Sept 15, 2007 13:25:39 GMT -5
Post by Loren Ramos. on Sept 15, 2007 13:25:39 GMT -5
For the first time, Loren was wondering... did people just approach her (or avoid her, either way) just because they know she's the half-sibling of the most famous siblings in Banting? A role that she didn't want to play, but unfortunately she'd have to deal with. It's not as if everybody wanted it that way, right? No body would react so decently and calmly if they were to find out they had a half-sibling and their father had cheated with another woman. Nope, that doesn't belong in the real world. It only felt at home with the soap operas and ironically unrealistic real-life dramas.
Loren closed her eyes and sighed.
Nothing of all of this made sense. Well, it does. She doesn't exactly expect her half-siblings to be all cheery and nice to her now, would she? Nope. That she'd understand. But they can at least be a tad bit civilized. Lor could do well with a glare, or just a cold shoulder, but not verbal assualts or physical ones - granted, pushing you around and slapping your arm are not the most likely of the physical assaults, but still! Those Loren can't handle. Placing her index finger and her middle finger to her temple as she leaned in the table, letting her red hair fall down and conceal her despair, feeling that thinking about the little matter would give her a head ache.
'You need to get over this. They may never be "civilized" to you as you really hope they would be!' she scolded herself, only preparing for the bitter truth.
By then had she only felt the weight of someone's stare, snapping her out of her thoughts. Loren looked up and around her surroundings to meet that pair of eyes that were burning holes into her. For some reason, she wasn't sure what. Maybe they had just gotten the news that she was the "rotten" (as Lindsey, the evil queen of this school, Lor was pretty convinced, had told them; by them, it would mean her friends which would translate to the whole school) half-sibling of the Ramos children. Or maybe he'd just be... curious, Loren thought as she met a pair of hazel eyes which had none of the biased prejudices that she was accustomed to these days... or so it seemed.
What else is there to do, really? Wave and smile? No, that would seem freaky. You just don't go wave and smile then act all friendly to someone who has his eyes fixated at you in a... seemingly blank way. So Loren just raised a brow forming a crease in her forehead as she stared back. [/sup] |
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Sept 15, 2007 13:57:38 GMT -5
Post by sam kinlee on Sept 15, 2007 13:57:38 GMT -5
His eyes kept fixed on her. She didn't look that bad, or as bad as he had heard someone say she was. He sighed slightly and unnoticly. Yet before he pulled away from the stare her eyes met his. Sam felt his teeth sink into his lip harshly. Someone next to him elbowed him harshly in the rib, obviously cathing both of their looks. ouch. The word was soft giving him the impression that the person who had elbowed him had not heard it. Sam stole another quick glance at her to see if she was still loooking at him, and she was. A soft smile came to his lips before he looked ataway again. Even though the sixteen year old was trying to focuse on the conversation around him he was utterly lost having missed the first half of the ramble. He nodded his head which was a total lie because he didn't have a clue what was going on. It seemed to be a slightly intresting subject because everyone was slightly leaning in and noone talked. Yet Sam was clueless. He was trying to listen, yet he still took sevreal glances at her to make sure he was not still being watched.
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Sept 16, 2007 6:35:37 GMT -5
Post by Loren Ramos. on Sept 16, 2007 6:35:37 GMT -5
For a while, the two were just staring at each other. For anyone else, it would be a strange sight: just two very different people staring at each other about a table a cross. Different in a way that they're from two utterly diverse cliques, he was from the scene clique, and she was... well, hopelessly categorized into the wannabes clique. Not that she wanted to be in any type of group at all, but it's what the society had given her, and I guess she just has to deal with it.
Loren's eyes may be fixated on him, her expression still unchanging, but she wasn't oblivious to her surroundings. She then saw one of his friends elbowed him, giving Loren the idea that she was being talked about and him staring at her (with her staring at him - mind you!) doesn't really help. Granted, they might be talking about other things. Maybe other things that would be much more important. But with the situation these days, Loren can't hardly believe that she wouldn't be in any part of a group's conversation around school.
She then looked away when he did, sighing to herself. 'Now there's another one I scared away,' she thought dryly to herself. As she turned her head to face her table and tried to concentrate on her food. Try to suffice that inexistent appetite, she decided. "Ugh," [/i] she released lowly and slammed her fist to the table. It's hard mahogany surface making in contact with her freckled skin, the act of her aggravation nearly audible or maybe even noticeable. 'Who would dare look at your way anyway!?' Lor's alter-ego debated herself. She shouldn't be so self-conscious when no body's watching anyway. Loren tried to calm herself. This whole matter with her family was taking over her life! She can't perform well in academics, her social life... well, it's pretty much dead if not for the couple of people she met on the way (most of them she rather didn't honestly like), and she can't seem to find something to take her mind off these types of matters. Sigh. She then snagged another quick look at the boy she'd been eying before. Catching one of his glance her ways. In Loren's mind, it would be as if he's a toddler giving side glances at the closet's direction where he swore he saw a monster there. It was plain... aggravating. "I am not having any of this..." Loren told herself and stood up. Her hand scrambling to the direction of her text books while the other was balancing the lunch tray. It might seem like she's paranoid, but she just didn't like the slightest feeling that she was being talked about, and not in the good way either.[/blockquote][ ooc;...uhh, so yeah. she's preparing to leave. that's the most "Loren"-like thing i imagined her to be doing in these types of situations. so Sam can either follow her/catch up with her.. or just bump into her later? i guess. i don't know. what's the most "Sam"-like thing to do in this situations?][/sup][/color] |
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Sept 17, 2007 18:50:57 GMT -5
Post by sam kinlee on Sept 17, 2007 18:50:57 GMT -5
It was shocking to be honest. To find the girl who had been looking at him, as he was to her, gone. It sent Sam in a frantic search, or look around the room, to find her. Yet byu then she was walking out the door. Sevral people got up at his table, so he quickly joined them in an excuse to get up. He was setting the pace, pretty fast, but that was how he walked. Long, fast strides. The people around him, mainly the ones who had sat by him, were binder tipping or tripping people. Not a lot of people were in the hallways, due to the fact they left a bit early. Sam glanced up at the clock. Seven mins till lunch was officialy over. Again he glanced around the hallway, finaly spotting hair like her's. Not a lot of people had hair like that. Red and flowing. The only two that he knew was Raine and Her. When they passed her, a tall guy with shaggy black hair gracefully tripped her and sent the books flying and her to the ground.[bit of powerplaying here. not much. hope it is ok. if not, tel me. i will change.] Sam laughed casually with them, but let them go ahead. He looked down at her. hey. He smiled a bit, to show that he did not really mean the laugh that he let come a few minitues ago.
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Oct 3, 2007 14:11:42 GMT -5
Post by Loren Ramos. on Oct 3, 2007 14:11:42 GMT -5
[ooc; it's cool. :] sorry for the long wait! XD and for being soo patient - i'll click that 'love' button on your reputation! XD]Loren dumped her food in the trash bin, usually she'd tell herself that it would be a waste but with agitation in her mind and anger in her veins, she really wasn't the type who'd care for such things right now.
Adjusting the strap on her shoulder to balance out her bag and the books she's carrying, she gave one last glance at the scene behind her. To be honest, the cafeteria was tamed today. Nothing like the jungle she had witnessed many times before. 'Hmm, maybe it's just because Lindsey's croonies are not around, that's why!' Lor thought to herself, slightly speculating about the strange ambiance around her. It was more serene than usual. She can vaguely remember the times that she'd been here, with the populars group in the same proximity, and it was just plain hell on earth. It was noisy, and everyone seemed pretty reckless with their actions. She wouldn't exaggerate even if it's going to sound like it, but she was pretty sure that there was an average of ten people (all from the geeks clique, she assumes) that trip on these floors everyday. Some trip in their own clumsy nature, and some are a result of someone else's actions.
Lor shook her head. If she continued to think of the events that took place in that room, she may as well arrange to get an anvil drop down from a hundred feet to her head.
She continued her way out of the cafeteria and ventured out into the spacey halls of the school. She can easily get lost, since she was still pretty new, but thankfully there were maps situated at every notable places in the school. She was about to go to the gymnasium, where hopefully not many people were at, but then out of nowhere she felt a force of another person at her heels, therefore making her fall to the ground."What the f - !?" Loren muttered underneath her breath, her red hair covering most of her face from anyone's view but it was pretty apparent that she was irritated. She threw her head back to the direction of her assailant, but only to find his back already turned away from her. Loren thought about getting her hard-bound textbooks and throwing them at his direction (all in the hopes that she would perhaps injure him) but then thought twice about it and just decided to let it go. 'That guy has always been in my back ever since I got here,' she complained.
As far as Loren know, there are two types of people that would hate you in this world. One, would be the type that just doesn't like you for who you are. Maybe because they found your attitude not up to their taste. Either way, these are the people that gave you a chance whether or not their first impression of you isn't unlikely. Then second, there are those who just hate you because of what the society had deemed you. Speaking of labels, and social classes that is. These are the people that would never give you a chance in hell to get to know you first, and see whether their impression of yours is actually fulfilling. These are the type of people Loren decided to avoid. But really, how can she avoid when they keep trying no, they always succeed in irritating her in so many ways than one?
She released a sigh underneath her breath as a long string of colorful words had began to came out of her mouth, silencing the laughter that surrounded her. Not that she didn't noticed that part anyway, she did - being tripped in such a public place shouldn't be all that embarrassing, there are worse things that they could have done to her but didn't - but still, here she is, her face almost as red as her hair. Her position still on the ground, as she struggled to pick up her materials."Those s--tty losers think they can do anything.. just because they are f---ing slaves to the bullcr-p of popular b--ches...-- "
"hey." Loren winced at the sound of another voice. 'What now, to add insult to the injury?' She looked up from her position on the ground, tugging a stray of red hair that got on her face. 'Oh hey - guess what, it's that boy again!' her alter-ego jumped in dry joy. She stared at him, her brows furrowed together as if she was trying to decipher what exactly does his smile meant. "Uh.. hey?" Her response to his greeting turned out to be a question more than a greet-back. How was she supposed to react to these situations anyway? His tone and salutation seemed decent and civilized - which was something Loren was definitely not used to, in this school anyway - but Lor just couldn't help but wonder: what are his real intentions?
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