* - - angels in the night

[mia2]

slower and slower it went. tick tock, tick tock. it was like the clock was stalling for the teacher, so he could perhaps finish his lesson which would probably take another five minutes. tick tock, tick tock. as each second passed oliver grew more and more impatient. all he wanted was out, two classes was enough to have him exhausted. give him a break he had only been in school a week or so. forget making a petition for an extended summer now. but just as the teacher finished his last words something relieving happened. the bell rang. it was like an explosion, everyone making the quickest exit they could. an escape. oliver was one of the first to leave as he had probably been the most anxious out of all twenty-five students. but there had obviously been something wrong since he was quickly called back into the room by his oh-so-loving english teacher. this was not good. with a fake grin plastered on his face he re-entered the classroom, only to be re-greeted by a stern cross-armed man. ”mr. shawne i believe you owe me something?” right that was right he did indeed owe something. or a couple something’s to be exact. you see these past couple weeks oliver had a lot on his mind, therefore all this thinking blocked out the space for knowledge. it wasn’t that important anyway, he was gifted.

another talent that oliver had was the ability to lie. the simple white lie could get him out of any situation; he just had to make it sound and look believable. ”my summer essay? shit i swear i handed it in.” a fake-worried hand slid up to his for-head and down to his neck. oliver had known that the essay was due, since the year had ended. his in-school e-mail had been spammed with reminders and he was even given a week post – first english class to prepare it. so if he stated that he hadn’t had enough time, then there would be a smart come back approaching. ”language mr. shawne. i suppose i can check once more. but if it’s not here then you better get started on another copy and quick.”. with a slick nod as his silent response he rushed out of the classroom, finally free from the grasp of the suspicious english teacher. authority always got the best of him.

oliver had been headed to the cafeteria until he was rudely interrupted. after that slow conversation he now appeared as hungry as ever in the cafeteria line. by looking at the menu, there weren’t very many options. it consisted of a burger and fries, wings and fries, or a wrap and fries. what happens if you don’t like fries? apparently it was ‘too bad eat them anyway ‘ ordeal. once slid down the row his tray was piled up with an assorted amount of food. oliver wanted a little taste of everything or anything for that matter. at that moment his stomach didn’t care if he shoved in piles of garbage, it was just starving. this whole thinking really took up a ton of energy, he needed to stop. but as he took a seat at a vacant lunch table, all thoughts rushed back. it made him worry.

so you might be wondering what on ear could have a boy like oliver shawne so disoriented and broken. what could have him forgetting work and spacing out from his crowds of peers? it was something he had done, and now dearly regretted. this something was ruining his life, and somehow making him better. so small, so powerful this something is. it was overwhelming to the point of exhaustion. this incredible yet destructive some was none other then a baby. an un-born baby created from his dna. a child that would inherit a good chunk of his un-miraculous genes. of course there was a girl who would for sure give the other half to the baby since she was carrying it around. guilt struck the poor boy just thinking about the pain he caused her. he wondered how scared she was, or how raged she was at his behavior. his choice to avoid her, and his un-born child. oliver seemed like a monster, but it was about to change.

tagged , isabella preston
attire , comingsoon
words , nearly 750.
notes , funnn
credit , nobody yet.

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[kaylie]

sighing quietly to herself, the small brunette stared straight forward, at the white marker board where her monotonous science substitute teacher was busy scribbling notes. a few students were actually attempting to pay attention, but isabella preston was no longer among them. she had given up trying to follow along a long time ago. it wasn't that big of a deal, really. she could always get the notes from a friend in class afterwards. besides, what did she need science for anyway? it was all full of unproven laws and theories, that bella could never seem to make sense of. she was good at things that were concrete, that had proof and could be backed up. many things in science where just a guessing game. and she hated that.

many students were already squirming in their seats. anxiously glancing at the clock above the white marker board every few seconds. lunch hour was nearing, and the restlessness of her fellow sophomores were clearly showing. bella was doodling in her notebook, trying to figure out a way where she could possibly escape from the class without her teacher's knowledge. this, however, was not needed as the bell rang right as she was beginning to hatch a plan. hitching her backpack up onto her shoulder, she steadied herself, standing up from her desk slowly. getting up was hard these days, considering she was close to five months pregnant. and her condition was apparent to anyone who had eyes.

making her way out the door, she was quite certain she felt the substitutes eyes on her back, obviously surprised. this made bella roll her eyes. seriously, they could at least attempt not to make it obvious that they were staring. it took her only a few minutes to reach the cafeteria. the fifteen year old, however, did not get in line. she wasn't hungry. at least not for the gunk the school liked to call food. crossing her arms across her chest, she ran a hand through her hair, brushing her brunette bangs out of her eyes. she looked around, trying to spot a familiar face. after a few minutes of searching, she found one that she rather would have not seen. it was obvious that they had been avoiding each other. he had made the decision to do so, so she had went on with her life. he had the ability to forget, to just go on with his life. after all, he wasn't required to be in the baby's life.

isabella, however, was. she was the one who had to carry it for nine months. who had to endure the whisperings of her fellow classmates, and the disapproving gazes of her teachers. they all looked at her like she had planned it, as if she was a disgrace. it was obvious that not many people here ended up knocked up in high school. the only guidance and support she seemed to have was from her close friends and her parents. yes, her parents. her dad was very cheerful about it. surprisingly, he was rooting for a grandson, saying it would apparently be nice to have a boy in the house. while her mother was supportive, she was more worried about her daughter. and the toll the whole thing was taking on her. she wanted bella to consider adoption. although, the teenager wasn't sure that she wanted too. stalking over to a deserted table, she threw her bag onto the table top. opting to sit by herself, for today at least.

tag;; oliver shawne.
words;; 600.
outfit;; clickk.
banner credit;; myself.
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