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Post by jester4u on Aug 14, 2010 16:24:50 GMT -5
Ethan Stormchild slid his book into his open backpack as the bell rang shrilly through the small class. The students all around him celebrated the arrival of lunch, and who could blame them? Lunch was the quintessential period in which freedom to associate with friends who sat in the back of the class took place. The teacher hardly lifted his head from his stack of papers as the students rushed forth in new sneakers. Calmly zipping up his pack he was the last one out of the room. Keeping a calm and leisurely pace he waved to kids he knew and stopped just before the quad area.
Much like middle school, the area was set up due to popularity and where one fitted in. Coolness was just his thing, what with making gym cool. Still, he didn't let it get to his head...then he'd have to fix his hair. Finding his usual seat he pulled out his cold lunch and opened his orange juice. It seemed to always be the same, he mused setting his bottle down. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the nerds, the goth, and daresay...a gymnist like myself. He didn't mean to come off as such an airhead into himself, but, arguing never got him anywhere.
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Post by MICHEAL STEVENSON on Aug 16, 2010 2:26:09 GMT -5
The lunch room was already packed when Micheal entered the cafeteria. He for some reason always dreaded lunch because it was the time that he got made fun of for being gay but he learned to ignored whoever says something about him liking guys. Micheal got his food and made his way to the table that he had always sit in ever since he started high school. He would hear people whispering about him but he just ignored them.
He sat there just enjoying his lunch. Micheal was surprised that nobody had actually bothered him yet.
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Post by jester4u on Aug 16, 2010 10:51:55 GMT -5
Ethan was about to pick up his orange juice again when he noticed someone not too far from him. Trying to pick out a name among the many he didn't even scratch the surface of those in his year. Still, when the kid did sit down he heard whispers at his table about the guy being gay. Ethan wanted to roll his eyes at them. Being gay was not a bad thing, nor was it something to make jokes about. People were who they were, it didn't make them bad, they all were part of the billions that lived on Earth.
Picking up his lunch he could almost feel the pull of gravity from his friend's stare, but, far be it for him to let this stop him. Placing his lunch down he smiled at the guy. "Hey, don't mind if I sit here do you?"
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Post by MICHEAL STEVENSON on Aug 17, 2010 11:00:10 GMT -5
The sounds of people whispering about him was getting on his last nerves. Micheal even considered getting up and beating up the first person that he would hear whisper something about him but he took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He slightly jumped as he heard someones voice asking if they could sit down where he was sitting. He glanced over at the person.
"If you want, I can't stop you." he replied. Micheal seen the guy around school some but he didn't know much just that his name is Ethan. He returned his attention back to his food as he picked up his apple and started to eat it. Micheal was expecting the guy to start making jokes about him being gay and what not.
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Post by jester4u on Aug 17, 2010 11:18:49 GMT -5
Ethan nodded his head politely and once again lifted his orange juice to his lips. Considering delaying his drink he set it down and took a breath. "My name is Ethan Stormchild," he said looking over at the kid. "I'm sorry if I've intruded in on any solitude you wanted here, but, it was getting crowded at my table." Sure enough his seat was taken, though, on a day like this being cramped together meant more gossip for the ear then a filled mouth of food. Looking over at the kid he waited to see if he would get a name from him.
The talking was definitely getting on his nerves, he figured, that and he is probably wondering why I'm here. Being gay was not wrong, nor bad, and it couldn't be the end of the world. People were all based on what they were comfortable with, and well, being comfortable was fine, but, living day after the day with the same could get boring. Finally bringing his juice up he sipped on it with a grin.
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