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Post by Sarah Hayes on Nov 8, 2010 19:35:31 GMT -5
Sarah had her hands full. Literally. Sarah had her book bag over one shoulder. In one hand was a few books and in the other were binders. Stuff that did not fit into her book bag. She truly needed to learn how to leave things at home and prioritze what she needed to bring to school. Yet Sarah was convinced she needed everything. Her book bag was filled with music stuff so her books and binders got demoted to her hands.
She was walking up the steps and held the door open with her foot after someone opened the door for her. Now all she had to do was make it to her locker in one piece and everything would be fine. Sarah turned and headed toward the direction of her locker. She was avoiding people who were not looking or obviously not paying attention. You would think she was weaving in and out of a maze or something.
Sarah almost made it before she knocked into someone and her books and binders went to the floor. Papers flew across the floor from the binders and books were being kicked. "Damn it." Sarah muttered as she bent down to pick the things up. She would not be so angry at the person had they not walked off without even saying sorry or let me help. Nope Sarah was left alone to tell people to watch where they stepped.
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Post by Jeffrey Scott Rogers on Nov 9, 2010 22:56:56 GMT -5
Jeffrey was walking down the hall, having a good day. It was particularly crowded and was struggling to slice through the crowed. He stopped for a moment and happened to notice someone knocking a girl over and then taking off. Jeffrey shook his head. He absolutely hated people who were rude and inconsiderate. As he watched the girl go down, he noticed one of her books sliding his way.
Picking up the book, he walked towards her, picking up a book right in front of her. Jeffrey was raised a gentleman in many ways. His mother taught him the proper way to treat a woman and his father taught him not to tolerate men who would take advantage of or abuse a woman. He got the best of both worlds. "Here, let me help you." He stopped a moment to look at her and then continued to help her.
"It's a shame how people act these days." The silence was killing him.
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Post by Sarah Hayes on Nov 10, 2010 1:07:35 GMT -5
Sarah looked up as someone spoke. She smiled at the young boy. "Thanks." She smiled and took the book from his hands. She was glad he didn't get up and walk off and kept helping her. She needed the help cause her crap was all over the floor and two people were better then one. Right. She nodded in agreement. "I know the guy saw me. I am not saying he bumped me on purpose, but seriously, some people need a lesson in manners." She scoffed.
"Thanks for helping. It's nice to see chilvary is not dead." Actually the boy reminded her of Alex a little. He was a nice guy, but you might not know it upon first meeting. "I'm Sarah." She said. "None of this would fit in my bookbag. I tried, but my music books and notes seems to take up more room them I thought." She said chuckling as she finally took the last few papers from Jeffrey's hands. "Thanks again for the help. I really appreicate it. Anyway I could makeit up to you?" She asked.
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Post by Jeffrey Scott Rogers on Nov 10, 2010 11:07:51 GMT -5
"It's no problem." Jeffrey paused. "I'm Jeffrey. I would like to help you to your class or locker, if, that's okay. I have two free arms." He looked at her hopefully. It wasn't every day that he got to help a beautiful woman in distress. Usually they stay clear of him. Why? He didn't know. They just did.
Jeffrey looked at the pink in her hair and smiled. It looked good on her. "What do you play?" Jeffrey could play the piano, but just a little bit.
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Post by Sarah Hayes on Nov 12, 2010 0:02:43 GMT -5
"That woul be great." She began to hand him some binders and books and between the two of them, they had a good grip on things. "I play guitar, piano and drums. My dad is a musican and taught me how to play. I write my own music, which is why my book bag is filled. I mean you never know when inspirtation my hit." She said as she weaved through people toward her locker. It was not far. She had been close when someone had rudely knocked into her. "You play at all?" She asked as she stopped and reached a hand out to turn the lock. The lockers were those long lockers. So her guitar was inside.
"See, can't go any where without it." She smiled as she began to put things into her locker and take things from his arms. "Thanks again. So what kind of music you like? I, myself cannot pick just one. I like them all, even country. Not a big fan of rap though."
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Post by Jeffrey Scott Rogers on Nov 15, 2010 19:06:41 GMT -5
Jeffrey was intrigued as he listened to her talk. He listened to every word, smiling at her as she spoke. "I play the piano a little." He started. "One handed."
They reached Sarah's locker and he waited as she opened it and placed her books in. she then asked him another question. He smiled at her response. So far, he was liking her. She was similar to him and a few ways and he was interested to learn more. "I'm pretty much the same. I like all music except rap and most metal. I like epic metal though." He gave her a smile and continued. "What do you like to do, besides write and play music? Which I would like to hear sometime."
Jeffrey was interested in a lot and was curious to know how much they match. He was not used to having a girl ask him so many questions. He actually liked it.
(Sorry I took a bit of time. My wife had our baby over the weekend. But I'm back. A beautiful little girl.)
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