Scottlin High?

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It wasn't even in Scotland, I mean really. Why was it named Scottlin? It was just plain foolish, I mused. Though a lot of things in this world were just plain foolish. Like the whole business with the will. How could they sue me, when my mother gave me everything? Not that I wanted everything, of course. Nothing would have suited me fine, as long as I never had to see their greedy faces again. And as long as I didn't have to live on the streets. And she wasn't my real mother, so that made them angry. Oh well. What was I to do now? Live a normal life, that is what my lawyer advised. Forget about all this business, you're growing up much to fast. So here I was, going to school. Although I would've preffered growing up early, if it was up to me. But it wasn't, of course. It seemed that everything lately was out of my hands, whereas before I was confident my life was just as I wanted it. I stared up at the school, and counted down from ten in my head. Then I opened the door of my porsche and slipped out of the driver's seat. I fingered my keys before slipping them into the pocket of my brand new jeans. They felt stiff and unfamiliar, but I was growing and I couldn't help it. It was hard, though. Going shopping by myself, because it always made me think of J.M. But I was alone, I told myself. Look forward, never back. It had happened. Now, I opened the passenger door and shouldered my backpack. It was new, too, shiny and black with my name embroidered along the front pocket. When I reached the office, the secretary looked up from her chair, asking for my name.

"Jane," I told her calmly. "Jane Perpetuity." I did not hesitate with my new last name, because it would give her a reason to doubt it was legitimate. She typed it into the computer, handed me a schedule and a locker combination, and dismissed me.
I wandered down the hall, glancing at the locker number. I found it, whisked my books inside, and selected the ones for the first class. Mr. Graham, it said. Room No. 32. I slammmed my locker and eyes the people around me. Some looked nice, others mean, and others somewhere in between. I found myself drifting down the hall with the crowd, keeping an eye out for room 32. Out of nowhere, a boy sprinted past but caught the edge of the stack of notebooks I was holding. By now, the halls were emptying, only several lingered by the lockers, but no one even batted an eye at my notebooks covering the floor. Without pausing, only slightly embarassed, I bent down and began to collect the notebooks. What was the problem with growing up early? I asked myself. Avoiding school.

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Sat Dec 18, 2010 7:01 pm

Wearing a pair of faded out purple skinny jeans with tears across my thighs, and knees, and a black tight tee shirt with a gray sweat shirt over. With my bag slung over my shoulder, heavy with books, I take a skidding halt around the corner, and fling open my locker. Of course it wasn't locked, and that made my teachers angry, but so did the fact I was always late to class, and consistantly failed. They told me that if I could consistantly fail, and always manage to be 15 minutes late, it shouldn't be so hard for me to keep a scheduele that made me on time, and smart. It wasn't that I was stupid, I actually tutored at Griffin. It was that the way they taught everything was so boring, and half the stuff they taught I already knew. I didn't need to do any work, when I knew it all. So I didn't do any of the projects, and didn't turn in the lousy work sheets, yet managed to pass all the tests. It wasn't the tests that were my problem, it was the class work, and so my final grade always turned out some where in the D range. I step on a shell-acked note book, with big shiny hearts and smiley faces on it. I slip my foot under it, and flip it up to my hand. I flip through the blank pages, and then spot the girl on the ground. Yellow. I say, dropping the notebook at her feet. You new? I ask her, figuring I was already late, and besides, who cared if I cut language arts, I was already done with my essay anyway.

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"Yes," I replied politely. I looked up at the girl, who looked like she might skip often. "I'm a Sophomore," I said, then inquired, "Do you happen to know where Mr. Graham's Language Arts class is?"

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:18 pm

I'm actually headed there now. I reply, and impatiently wait for her to get up. His class is boring, but what ever. I warn her.

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I shrug. "I'm taking some college courses online," I admitted, not trying to brag. "But my law-" I broke off, scolding myself. No one at this school needed to know that my lawyer advised me to go to school and that I recently inherited my mother's fortune and that I was possibly in danger of being killed. "My....family wanted me to finish high school, get a diploma, instead of skipping three grades and going into college."

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Wed Dec 22, 2010 11:50 pm

Sounds like your smart. I say trying to keep the envy out of my voice. Yes I had skipped a grade, and went to the nice private school, but I wasn't smart enough to go to college yet. Some people thought I was abnormally smart, and weird because of it; wait till they met this nut case.

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I blushed. "Well I guess..." I followed her down the empty hall. "My mom home schooled me until this year." Until she died, I silently added. But I wasn't going to tell this girl that. It would be a weakness. "I'm Jane," I added.

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Thu Dec 23, 2010 11:49 pm

I'm Thrilled to meet you. I say, and fling open the door. I slap a late pass on the teachers desk; the one with the forged signature. Then I sweep back to the last desk on the right, and smirk sitting down. Wait till they got a load of her.

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I walked inside the classroom behind her. The teacher led me to the front of the room. "Everyone," he said, "This is Jane..." he squinted down at his role sheet. "Perpe..?"

"Perpetuity," I repeated. "Jane Perpetuity." The teacher nodded quickly and gestured towards a desk. I sat down in it and stacked my books neatly on the top. I stared at the board. English. I wasn't doing English anymore in the College courses. This should be interesting. I hoped that I wasn't too rusty.

"Okay," Mr. Graham said. "Back to our discussion. You just finished reading The Giver, by Louis Lowry. Well, if you did your homework. Jane, try to follow along."

"Oh, don't worry," I replied. "I've read the book. I found it very disturbing, actually, because the chance that a civilization like the Community could evolve is frightening, but also fascinating."

Mr. Graham raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised. "Oh really? And why would it be fascinating, Jane?"

"Well, it is a perfect civilization. But as the book goes on, you realize how horrible it is. There are no dangers in the Community. But soon I realized, the real danger is the people who run the Community themselves, and the unfeeling people living in it."

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Sun Dec 26, 2010 10:44 pm

Oh dear. She could try to be normal. Not the best impression to make by going on and on about a book that half of us havn't even started but you make it sound like you have read it at least 20 times for pleasure.

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The teacher still seems baffled; I wonder if I did something wrong. Did I speak when I wasn't supposed to? I glance around until I see the girl from earlier, sitting a row behind me. I shoot her a questioning expression, then face forward.

"Would anyone else like to continue Jane's point?" Mr. Graham asked the class. "Gertie?"

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:01 am

While Jane was talking conversationaly with Mr. Graham, I had whipped out a Sharpie marker, and was drawing on any surface the black would stick to. I had a estranged looking smiley face on my jeans, for my own entertainment. I had put a neat broken heart on the desk, 'cause I knew that other girls got a kick out of trying to figure out who had drawn it. Then on my wrist, and part of my palm, I had drawn a tree. It was sweet. I look up casusally to find the girl sending me 'Help!' looks. Huh? I ask the teacher, starting to draw a teddy bear with a ripped off head on the heater.

%please make MrGraham ask her again I have a good answer even if it isn't really legitamate.

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Mr. Graham had a tried look on his wrinkled face. "Gertie," he began again, "Do you have anything to add about the Giver by Louis Lowry, assuming you have read it?"

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Fri Dec 31, 2010 11:40 am

I totally agree with the fact that the book was fascinating. It was the perfect horror book hidden to seem innocent, but as you start to understand the relationships in the book you see that really the author had some very hard things going on in his life, and he expressed it through the gruesome reality of The Giver. I reply mildly. I hadn't actually read the book, I just based my answer on Janes comment. Besides, most teachers just about died when you act like you understood what the author meant and what they were going though at the time. Teachers loved that crap. I had considered reading it, but ones with mystery that I could solve before the characters were always my favorite. It seems that the author was under pressure of living up to peoples high set expectations when he wrote the book, and he let some of it go through his writing. I state staring straight at Mr. Graham the whole time until I finish, and go back to working on the bear.

%I haven't actually read it, so if that post is like; what? Then I can edit...

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}You need to read it. It's like a slap in the face. And it got all these bad reviews because people didn't think it was good for children to be reading.....oh and the author's a woman.

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:48 pm

%Why?

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The class was finally dismissed, and I walked over to the girl's- Gertie's?-desk. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked her worriedly.

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Fri Dec 31, 2010 8:10 pm

No? I say, and change out my books. Did you see my bear? I ask extremely pleased with my self.

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}You just have to read it.

I looked down at the desk. "So this is what you do with your English class?" I remarked dryly. "I have Science next. You?"

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Sun Jan 02, 2011 2:53 pm

%Kay, weren't they at the locker?

Yeah...Science, um. I'm working on an army of innocent cartoon characters in that room. Make sure you get the back left seat. I have American History. I say, and roll my eyes. Then I allow myself to get pulled into the flow of bodies, and work my way to class; stomping on toes of people who wouldn't get out of my way.

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}When the class was dismissed, Jane walked over to her desk....

"Well," I said as she left. "See you." Unfortunately she didn't look like she needed another friend. Or at least that was how she acted. Like, I'll be nice to you, but don't expect me to be near you when you embarrass yourself.

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Tue Jan 04, 2011 9:51 pm

%Wanna make a new topic or just leave it?

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}Leave it, I guess.

Subject: Re: Scottlin High? Thu Jan 06, 2011 10:46 pm

%Yeah, I think so.