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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 19:39:43 GMT
I don't want to press him further today, simply for the fact that I don't know him and exactly how easily he's provoked. It seems that he has a certain amount of pride, but not so much that it completely consumes him. I shut off all communication to him, blocking his thoughts and composing mine enough that he can't read them. I find it odd that we share the same gift. . .I know no other that had the exact one.
Remembering Bella, I turn to her and give her a quick smile, sort of apologizing from earlier and acknowledging her existence at the same time.
Like I could ever forget.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 19:41:47 GMT
I don't look at Edward now though, not really knowing how to cathegorise him. He gives me an odd feeling and I'm not too sure if I like it.
I take the pen and write 'biology' on top of the paper
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Oct 28, 2006 19:44:10 GMT
" I beg your apology students,for you don't even know my name" he said,after being there for ten minutes, "My name is Lestat Lioncourt, or Mr. Lioncourt to you." he usually used an alias,but this time he didn't feel like it.
((just found out something about his name,its the first letter of his six brothers names.lol.))
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 19:53:55 GMT
(haha)
For the rest of the class I sit patiently, bored out of my mind. He's certainly no more exciting than Mr. Banner was, that's for sure. That doesn't help the fact that I know everything that he's teaching and have taken it twice anyway.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 19:56:06 GMT
(lol)
I take notes now and then, looking at Edward from the corner of my eyes, trying to find something out about him. He makes me curious..
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Oct 28, 2006 19:56:45 GMT
Lestat saw how bored they all were,he looked at the clock,five minutes til they leaved,he put the marker in the book and closed it saying "why don't we take the next five minutes off and leave the rest for tomorrow."
(( ^I love teachers who do that.lol))
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 19:57:42 GMT
"Awesome idea.." I mumble and close my book, and start to put my stuff into my bag
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Oct 28, 2006 20:05:31 GMT
Lestat reclined,watching the class letting himself into their minds, he heard one kid complaining loudly about how much homework he had,and another who was looking forward to a night on the town with his girlfriend,just the usual adolesent grumbles and excitements.
He returned to Edward watching him with interest, he reminded him of Armand who had been turned at 17 too.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 20:11:42 GMT
Noticing his convienient interruption of the class, I tune myself back in. I was supposed to die of the Spanish Fever in 1901. Chicago. Carlisle Cullen saved me. Do you know of him?
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 20:12:58 GMT
Once I put everything back into my bag I look at Edward once more. He seems not really to care about what happens in class around him.
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