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Post by harvey edward tylers on Jun 14, 2010 23:52:21 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOLT H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T_________________________________________________ It was such a weird feeling. Almost hard to describe; Harvey wasn't used to this strange feeling... this feeling of not knowing where to go, where you are really. i had never known how it felt to be the new kid because this was the first time he's ever had to experience it, and as of now he couldn't say that he liked it all that much. He had just left the office where he had checked in and gotten all info on his classes and whatnot, but as soon as he left the eyes of the school secretary and gotten out into the hallways, he realized he had absolutely no idea where he was going. Crap, he thought, masses of papers clamped in his hands. "Well this is great," he stated, only to himself, no one else. There was no one else to talk to in these lone, empty hallways.
Harvey walked forward, hoping maybe he could at least find his locker. He wasn't used to such a big school, coming from a pretty small town. It was different, that was obvious. Bigger. Lots more kids. Back home at his former school, there was maybe fifty kids in his whole grade. The whole school or high school (he wasn't sure) maybe consisted of three-hundred to five-hundred, max. They had to move his senior year. They couldn't just wait one more year for him to graduate so he could just hold on all of this confusion until then. Well, whatever, nothing he could do now but try to find his locker. Or the classroom he was supposed to be in right now, which ever he stumbled upon first.
Now he stood in front of a row of lockers (he saw that he was close to the locker number he had highlighted on the top sheet of paper he had been given. Two. Five. Four. Two. Five. Four. Two Five Four. His crystal blue eyes scanned slowly over the lockers, scooting down until, at least, he found locker 254. A sigh of relief came from his mouth. Finally, he had found something. "Okay..." he murmured to himself, glancing at the combination typed underneath the locker number. And highlighted special for him. "Twenty-five, three, fifteen," he read out loud as he fiddled with the dial, until it clicked and allowed him to open it. Empty. Nothing. Just the inside of a barren locker. He sighed again, this time he didn't exactly know the reason behind this sigh, but he stuck some of the papers inside and held on to the ones he needed. Then, he shut his locker and looked around, carefully taking mental notes on his surroundings so he would be able to remember the location of his locker. Only because the hallways all look the same to him, differing only a bit in small ways like classrooms, posters, flyers, what have you.
After he took one last look around, the seventeen-year-old began walking in a direction that the pit of his stomach told him was correct. Although, he was still unsure, because while his stomach was telling him this was right, his head was asking 'do you know where you're going?' He stopped. Seriously, what was he doing? He needed to find someone and ask them for directions, or some kind of help. He now realized that he probably should've asked someone in the office, like that lovely secretary, for help, but it was too late because he was definitely not going to make an attempt to find his way back to the office just to find out that the place he was looking for was not far away. Then he would just feel like an idiot, and he didn't like the feeling of being an idiot, unless he was being sarcastic, or purposely acting like an idiot. Harvey sighed and groaned, frustrated. His eyelids closed over his icy blues as he leaned back against a wall, hoping--waiting--for someone to come around the corner so they could point him in the right direction.
TAGGED ingrid OUTFIT hurr!!
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION ! |
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Post by laura on Jun 15, 2010 20:18:50 GMT -6
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL , & your thoughts have taken their toll[/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------
Another town, another school, and another place with a lot of unfamiliar faces. Ingrid had moved around a lot since she was born, but the feeling her stomach got was never any better. It was sort of like someone had unleashed a storm inside her stomach. How Ingrid handled it stayed the same, through out the years as well. She had to wake up this morning with the same smile on her face . Ingrid knew that she had to make today go well or her smiling mechanism wouldn't be worth it. She also had hope that maybe she wasn't the only new student. Which sounds kind of bad, doesn't it? Getting hope by someone else's hard feelings? Ingrid sighed it off with an oh well, and finished getting ready for the day of all days.
As she ran down the stairs, her mom and dad were already gone doing daily errands. It seemed typical for her parents. So she just grabbed the car keys and made the ten minute drive to school.
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As Ingrid walked into the door, she got that familiar whoosh of air, but what else she saw surprised her. Ingrid was used to everyone dressing the same, on account of the fact that she only went to either a private or boarding school, and this was her first public. The smile on her face faded for about two seconds, before she picked it back up again. She arrived in the front office, grabbed her schedule, and walked out before any one of them could point her in the right direction, but she was going to use the map that she grabbed from the office as a guide. That way, she wouldn't have to ask too many questions. But as she looked at the map, she couldn't understand which was right or left. Ingrid, started to inspect the school further, as she procrastinated with the map, while she walked to her locker. She noticed that the walls probably hadn't been painted in some time, and that the lockers looked kind of shabby. It wasn't what she was used to, but the people seemed happier than the snobby people at her older schools.
As she arrived at her locker, which had taken longer to find than expected, she couldn't help but glance to her left. There was a boy just leaning there, against the wall, like he was waiting for someone. She just smiled in his direction, as she would have done to any stranger, and she opened her locker. Ingrid was becoming extremely focused on whether or not she should be a nerd and bring all her books, or become lazy and just leave them in the locker. Ingrid knew that stability was a huge part of who she was, so she grabbed all the books and closed her locker. Closing her locker though, she noticed, that she had to take a look at the boy again. If only she was more bold she probably would have said hi, hello, or 'sup. But who was she kidding?
---------------------------------------------------------------------TAGGED !? HARVEY
HOW MANY !? five-zero-seven
LISTENING TO !? judge judy
WEARING !? THIS <3
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
NOTES Wow I'm soooo sorry this is crap. I tired to make it bearable.
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b] !? & luckycharm for banner at caution![/size]
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Post by harvey edward tylers on Jun 18, 2010 13:17:38 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOLT H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T_________________________________________________ Harvey was really ready to just give up hope as he leaned against the wall. To pass the time, he studied a poster that basically advised that "drug free is the way to be." He rolled his eyes as he doubted that any students actually paid attention to these posters. For a second, he questioned if he should just walk into one of these classrooms and ask a teacher or anyone really if they knew where his classroom was. But, he decided not to so he wouldn't feel like an idiot. Then he remembered that the secretary had given him a map of the school. Yes! He sifted rapidly through his papers he held in his hands and at last found the map. After taking one swift glance at it, he had absolutely no idea how to read it. Harvey turned it and flipped it a couple of times, glanced up to see if he could pinpoint where he was, but it was no use. He sucked at reading maps anyways. "Stupid, pointless map..." he said in a muffled tone to himself.
Suddenly, he heard clacking of footsteps sounding down the hall. He perked his head up from his map to see a brunette-haired girl with blue eyes. She carried a bunch of books in her arms and looked kind of scared in a way. Maybe it was just shyness. The girl stopped at a locker, opened it, and looked over at him. She smiled, he guessed to be polite, so he returned the smile. He bit his lip for a moment, considering his options. After a short moments thought, he shrugged and decided he would ask her for help, or directions, or something. Whatever got him to wherever it was he was supposed to be.
She stood at her locker for a minute; she looked focused, although, Harvey didn't know what. Once she closed her locker, he straightened himself, walking away from the wall he had previously been leaning on. "Excuse me," he started, "Um, do you happen to know where room 204 is? I'm new here so I'm kind of having troubles finding my way around.." He waited patiently for a response from the girl. Then he pointed out his map. "The secretary gave me a map, but yeah... not very much help, and I'm not that great of a map reader." He looked down at the map again and all the black lines and shapes and numbers were all a blur to him. Then, he remembered something. He smacked himself in the face. "Oh geez, where are my manners? The name's Harvey. Harvey Tylers, but you can just call me Harvey. I'll accept Harry if you like, ha ha," he said, introducing himself. He held out his hand for her to shake. Hopefully this girl could help him out, otherwise, he wasn't sure if he would ever find out where he needed to go.
TAGGED ingrid OUTFIT hurr!!
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION ! |
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