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Post by Annie Holmes on Jan 7, 2010 0:21:59 GMT -5
Annie is wearing: www.polyvore.com/cupcake/set?id=7135426-=-=-=-=-= The evening spent with her friends had done wonders for Annie. The S'mores, laughter, absolute nonsense and general mayhem of them all playing games together until they could barely breath for laughing was well and truly a medicine she would suggest to anyone who listened. That medicine, however faded very quickly when she found her phone and the text message that awaited her from Dare. had he? He wouldn't. Of course she would be his friend! Frantically she texted back that she *WAS* his friend, to please don't just go away. Too many people just went away. And then there was one of the first sights that met her going through the doors of the school. Phil. And then Mew. Not at the same time, but they'd both clearly seen her, and walked away. Just... turned around and walked in the other direction. If hearts could break twice, Annie's was shattered, ground up, and cast to the winds to be spread among the earth. The tightness in her throat closed in, threatening to choke her as tears pressed against her eyes and won their freedom. They spilled down her face in wanton freedom collecting at her chin to drop. She stood there and watched them go unable to hear the whispers recapping the previous day's events around her was probably a blessing. Though a short lived one. She could still see them. The words as they formed on Phil's lips. How she'd hoped so much that he'd come out she had created it in her own mind and projected it on a very closed, closeted, boy. Her once-friend. Would they ever EVER be able to make it up? The tiny teen's stomach clenched as she watched Phil turn the corner and she felt her knees begin to shake. School today had been a mistake, but she'd had so much fun with Cera and Graham the night before... A choked, strangled sob escaped her, and though Annie could feel it she had no notion she'd actually made a sound. |
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Post by Greg Meyers on Jan 7, 2010 1:38:34 GMT -5
Greg was looking over the check list he had received about getting props from 'Days of Passion' that were to be auctioned off at a party on Sunday. He didn't mind having to go back to the set, he just hoped the staff would agree to the list, after all it was their call not his.
He walked down the hall of the school, folding the list neatly and stuffing it into his back pocket of his jeans. He'd call his old boss at lunch then get the items after school then take them to the address which was giving the party.
As he made his way to his locker, there was a red haired girl there. It wasn't Sandy, her hair was longer than this persons. The closer he got, he realized it was the girl who shared the locker with him, Annie, he thought her name was. Now was probably a good time to introduce himself to her.
That was until he saw the tears and the sound she made. It pained him to see someone so sad about something.
Not realizing that she was deaf, he approached her and gently tapped her shoulder. "Why so sad?"
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Post by Annie Holmes on Jan 8, 2010 0:34:22 GMT -5
When the hand fell upon her shoulder Annie spun around and buried her face in what she assumed to be her friend's chest. Her arms snaked out and wrapped around the boy's waist and she cried. Who else would have tapped her? She knew virtually everyone at Gould anyway, and they all knew her by sight if not by name. The strange girl who dressed like a five year old and mixed strange colors that most people would never put together. Some probably thought she was colorblind on top of everything else.
The whole of Annie's tiny frame shook with her sobs and she squeezed the body tightly, clinging to a "friend" when she'd just watched two walk away from her as though she were the most vile creature in creation.
Not even cupcakes could fix this.
Not the Bowies.
Not the Bowies, her fathers, and her friends all bearing cupcakes. They could fix it for a little while, but the reality of the situation was heavy and would crush any joy she managed to build up.
Never, never had she lost a friend like that. Never had someone sent her such a strange and frightening text (she presumed horrible things, but had no proof that was just where her mind was), never had she been so overwhelmed by grief. Annie's legs couldn't support her anymore and she clung to her assumed friend all of her slight weight supported by the others body.
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Post by Dare Madison on Jan 8, 2010 12:10:19 GMT -5
After shopping at the bakery supply shop, Dare couldn't wait to give the items he had gotten to their intended owner. Dare pulled out his cell phone and began a text to Annie.
Annie, sorry if my message yesterday evening was rather odd. I wasn't really myself. I was hoping if you're free for lunch, we might go out to get something. I wasn't up to school today at all, but I would really like to see you, if not for lunch, then sometime this weekend maybe. Text me if you want me to pick you up at school for lunch.
Dare
He sighed as he pushed send and hoped that she was okay and would be up to joining him. She had seemed so small as her friends took her away after the disaster at the park. If he had been so devastated then she must have felt worse.
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Post by Greg Meyers on Jan 8, 2010 22:28:15 GMT -5
Greg was used to being hugged or seeing some tears but not at the same time. He was sort of shocked but at the same time, feeling her pain, what ever it was.
He slowly held the girl as the tears fell freely. "Shhh its ok, just let it out." He spoke in a whisper, gently rubbing her back. He was doing her best to comfort her, but it didn't seem to be helping. He was feeling a little lost and out of place. He knew what he was about to do was corny but maybe, just maybe, it would help.
He started to hum the first part of 'Baby Mine' from 'Dumbo'. He remembered it calmed Sandy down when she was younger, maybe it would work now.
"Baby mine, don't you cry;
Baby mine, dry your eyes;
Rest your head close to my heart, never to part baby of mine."
Normally singing to someone was not a big deal but this time people might assume he had done something wrong. He stroked her hair and hummed a little more. When she was ready to look up, he'd be there for her, with the friendly smile.
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Post by Annie Holmes on Jan 9, 2010 19:53:41 GMT -5
Feeling the vibrations of the song in the hugged ones chest did indeed help. But then so did breathing. Unable to breath through her nose it was clogged with snot... some of it had gotten on the shirt she'd been using to hide her face worn by the boy who'd tapped her on the shoulder.
Breathing in through her mouth and expelling the breath, after a moment Annie was able to look up and didn't see anyone she had expected to see.
Who?
If she felt embarrassed any blushing was hidden by an already tear-reddened face, but she did take a step back her hands signing quickly how sorry she was, that she had thought he was someone else, that she'd buy him a new shirt, or have her father make one.
Tears still fell, rolling down her cheeks, but at a slower pace than the sobbing. A few people stared, the whispers increased, and one student called out without thinking, "Don't worry, Annie! Phil's a douche!" which was a good thing she hadn't heard because she would have felt that much worse because of it.
It was just that she'd hoped so much. that she'd wanted so much... in her own mind she'd made it so. And in the end ruined a friendship. Hers.
In her pocket the red rumor vibrated indicated a text message though she didn't check it right away. Later, when she would respond she'd give a resounding YES and that she was glad Dare was willing to be her friend. Which would only result in more tears in the girls bathroom.
However, for the moment, she stared at Greg, trying to place his face... she knew him, but didn't and it didn't help that her vision was still blurry from the tears trapped in her eyelashes.
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Post by Greg Meyers on Jan 11, 2010 4:41:31 GMT -5
The girl's hands moved more quickly than Greg could comprehend. He smiled at her and gently indicated for her to slow down. He felt a little foolish not realizing that she couldn't hear him, which did explain why she hugged him instantly and the talking with her hands.
He did his best to sign back to her that he was ok and that replacing the shirt wasn't necessary. Granted the only signing he could remember was from 'Sesame Street'. So it ended up looking something from an old Tarzan movie.
He signed his name to her from what he could remember to help though, he spoke slowly and deliberately. "I'm Greg, are you Annie?" He heard the comment about someone being a douche, which made him frown and look where the comment came from.
"Don't cry, please?" He asked, taking handkerchief from his pocket and drying her tears. "Tears are no good, they just stain up a face that should make the sunshine jealous." Even if she didn't understand what he said, he just felt better knowing it may have made what was once a rotten day just a touch better.
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