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The first day of a new school year, first day of tenth grade. Although the first day at this school hardly counts as a day of school at all. At the Muchado Academy for the Gifted the first day of a new school year was a free day, a day without class when students were permitted to roam about the campus, getting to know each other and catch up with what had happened over our summer vacation. A bit odd to outsiders but this charter school was more open then others, everyone at the school with the exception of those who got in because their parents made a donation was quite bright. The school work often involved a lot of free study and open topic papers. What I loved about the school was that I wasn't an outcast. It wasn't a very large school, roughly 240 students ranging from sixth to twelfth grade, each grade divided into two classes of about twenty each. Larger public schools had cliches and factions, but here everyone knew everyone and except for a few outcasts we all got along.
One of those out casts was staring at me and I gave him a one finger salute from where I lay on a lunch bench.
“Be nice.” Crystal scolds me, sitting at the bench on which I lay.
“I don't have to be nice to James anymore.” I say with a grin, unable to keep myself from smiling, after not seeing Crystal for almost three months just being around her again puts me in a good mood. Of course I would have spent the entire summer hanging out with her, trying to find the words to tell her that I was head over heels for her but my parents had decided I needed some culture and had dragged me on a trip to Europe (would be nice if I hadn't been with them every step of the way). A month later I got back and Crystal was in New York visiting relatives, then she gets back and I am at a church camp my parents sent me off to... in short, the summer had proven that the universe was trying to keep me from spending time with Crystal.
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Anarchy means "without leaders", not "without order".
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I could lie to you . . .Or . . . I could tell you a half truth and watch your mind reel before you dub me a tease.
Let's go with the latter. ~.^
Oh thank David Bowie's Juice Box!
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Anarchy means "without leaders", not "without order".
You didn't say it had to be somethin' yer good at, just somethin'.
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I could lie to you . . .Or . . . I could tell you a half truth and watch your mind reel before you dub me a tease.
Let's go with the latter. ~.^
Oh thank David Bowie's Juice Box!
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Anarchy means "without leaders", not "without order".
--
I could lie to you . . .Or . . . I could tell you a half truth and watch your mind reel before you dub me a tease.
Let's go with the latter. ~.^
Oh thank David Bowie's Juice Box!
--
Anarchy means "without leaders", not "without order".
--
I could lie to you . . .Or . . . I could tell you a half truth and watch your mind reel before you dub me a tease.
Let's go with the latter. ~.^
Oh thank David Bowie's Juice Box!
The first day of a new school year, first day of tenth grade. Although the first day at this school hardly counts as a day of school at all. At the Muchado Academy for the Gifted the first day of a new school year was a free day, a day without class when students were permitted to roam about the campus, getting to know each other and catch up with what had happened over our summer vacation. A bit odd to outsiders but this charter school was more open then others, everyone at the school with the exception of those who got in because their parents made a donation was quite bright. The school work often involved a lot of free study and open topic papers. What I loved about the school was that I wasn't an outcast. It wasn't a very large school, roughly 240 students ranging from sixth to twelfth grade, each grade divided into two classes of about twenty each. Larger public schools had cliches and factions, but here everyone knew everyone and except for a few outcasts we all got along.
One of those out casts was staring at me and I gave him a one finger salute from where I lay on a lunch bench.
“Be nice.” Crystal scolds me, sitting at the bench on which I lay.
“I don't have to be nice to James anymore.” I say with a grin, unable to keep myself from smiling, after not seeing Crystal for almost three months just being around her again puts me in a good mood. Of course I would have spent the entire summer hanging out with her, trying to find the words to tell her that I was head over heels for her but my parents had decided I needed some culture and had dragged me on a trip to Europe (would be nice if I hadn't been with them every step of the way). A month later I got back and Crystal was in New York visiting relatives, then she gets back and I am at a church camp my parents sent me off to... in short, the summer had proven that the universe was trying to keep me from spending time with Crystal.
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Anarchy means "without leaders", not "without order".
. . . *reading* . . .
I likes it.
Can't wait for more!
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I could lie to you . . .Or . . . I could tell you a half truth and watch your mind reel before you dub me a tease.
Let's go with the latter. ~.^
Oh thank David Bowie's Juice Box!
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