Doing Homework(...Yeah right!...)

[neuroticbabe91]

Theresa was in the library attempting to do her DADA homework which was something about a one page essay on the dark arts. She didn't care to do it. She didn't even know how to start it. She leaned back in her chair and rotated her quill in between her fingers.
"We flipped our finger to the king of England, stole our country from the indians. With God on our side, and guns in our hands, we took for our own. A nation dedicated to liberty, justice and equality. Does it look that way to you, it doesn't look that way to me. The sickest joke I know...."
She sung 'Merican by Decendants under her breath. She alway sings when she's bored or doesn't have any music around or is in place where it was inappropriate to dance. She let out a huge loud sigh, so loud that a few people near her had hushed her. She snarled at them and rolled her eyes. She then started singing her mind while humming the tune of the song out loud.
Now the cops got tanks and the kids got guns, shrinks pushin' pills on everyone. Cancer from the ocean, cancer from the sun. Straight to hell we go. Listen up man I'll tell ya who I am. Just 'nother stupid american. You don't wanna listen, you don't wanna understand, so finish up your drink and go home...

[trini]

Sabra wandered aimlessly around the corridors which landed herself at the library entrance. She looked inside to see many students at tables with friends talking quietly while others were alone furiously putting quill to parchment. She looked around to see other student sitting in beanbag chairs. Some were struggling to stay awake while others were so seemingly engrossed in their books, Sabra was sure that they wouldn't know if there was a fire or some sort of disaster going on.

While she walked around the large library and explored the shelves she heard someone humming. The song sounded like something she had heard before and was sure she probably had heard it at a friend's house or something of the sort. She peeked around one of the large book shelves to see a girl sitting at a table by herself. Surely, the girl was humming and twiddling her quill between her fingers. Sabra wanted to approach the girl but was unsure of how to do so, so she walked around the other side of the bookshelf, maneuvering her way through backpacks that were strewn across the floor and finally saw the girl. This time she was on the other side of the table where the girl could clearly see her.

During her trip around, Sabra figured what she would say to the girl and worked up the courage. She put her hand on a chairback that was across from the girl and cleared her throat quietly. "Um, excuse me. Do you mind if I sit here? Or is someone already sitting here?" She managed to get those words out and added a little smile for good measure. She licked her bottom lip and chewed on it, awaiting a response.

[neuroticbabe91]

Her eyebrows were raised with a little conceited smirk upon her face as she listened to this girl that randomly came over and spoke to her. She lifted her head a little bit and looked the Mihael girl down to up and back down. She didn't seem shady at all, but looks could always be decieving. She pursed her lips and shook her head.
"Nope, it is all yours."

[trini]

Sabra smiled a little. "Thanks,"she said in a small voice. This girl seated in front of her kind of intimidated her. She took that back. This girl really intimidated her, but she couldn't let it show. She cleared her throat again. "I'm Sabra," she said as she reached over to shake the girl's hand. She was sure that the girl would sneer at her, turn her nose up and otherwise ignore her. But she took the risk anyway.

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[neuroticbabe91]

She did a half smile, but didn't mean for it to come off like she was smirking or something even though it looked like it with her eyes piercing. It was just how she looked at people. She had no idea that she made herself look like a stuck up [w]itch.
She leaned over and sat up straight in her chair while shaking Sabra's hand.
"Pleasure to meet you....My name's Theresa."
After shaking Sabra's hand, she leaned back into her chair and examined Sabra like she was a facisnating specism ((no idea if I spelled that right ;P)). She trying to read Sabra like a book and maybe determine what kind of person she is.

[trini]

Sabra smiled a little bit more. "Same here." She took a seat. "What year are you and where are you from?" Theresa didn't seem as intimidating anymore. Well, maybe she did still. She played with her fingers out of habit and occasionally pulled her hair out of its elastic and put her hair back up. She was sure, there could be some kind of decent conversation that may emerge from this meeting.

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[neuroticbabe91]

"This is year one for me. I'm from the United States, that would probably explain the lack of an English accent that most people here seem to have and not me."
She sat straight and clenched the side of her seat while stretching out both her legs. Her boyd was starting to lock up for sitting for so long and needed to readjust herself and make herself more comfortable.
"What about you?"

[trini]

She nodded. "Oh, I'm a first year too. But I'm not from the U.S. I've been before though. I've moved quite a bit. I spent most of my life in Jamaica, then moved to Italy, now I live in London. What part of the U.S. are you from? I've been to a few states," she replied.

"So far so good. Decent conversation. Let's see if I can keep it up," she thought.

[neuroticbabe91]

"Southern California."
Her smile went crooked.
"What all states have you been to?"

[trini]

The Mihael nodded. "Cool. I've been to California, New York, Texas, North Carolina, New Jersey, Connecticuit, Massachusets and I think that's it. I really love it in New York all the people and there's always something to do. Especially if you know someone to take you around. I didn't know anyone in California so it was just the family and I going on a whim. I love the beaches there. I don't remember what part we stayed but I think it was umm...Orange County or something like that."

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