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Post by Daz on Aug 12, 2007 21:46:33 GMT
I raise an eyebrow when I hear that... jeez, this isnt good..
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2007 21:52:29 GMT
I shift my bag to my other shoulder. "So?" I ask, not wanting to hear this anyway. My attitude seems careless.. Right now I still am.
"They said you don't live with them anymore." She informs him. "Where do you live, Jack?"
I shrug, "At a friend's." I glance at Anouk from the corner of my eyes. "At Ana's. And I'm fine there."
She gives him an attempt of a understanding smile. "Your parents contacted us to talk to you about a foster home. Offically, your parents are still legally responsible for you.. So it's their call where you live."
I clench my hands to fists. "I'm fine where I live now. You tell 'em that." I mumble.
"We'll contact them." She assures him. "But please come to the principle after school, alright? We'll talk more then."
"Whatever." I turn around. "Nouky, let's go." I mumble, and I go out of the classroom.
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Post by Daz on Aug 12, 2007 21:55:16 GMT
I nod and follow him along.. I start to get a bit worried because I can actually feel this vibe of anger surrounding him.. "Jack.. Jacky.." I tell him, once we're further away from the teacher.. "We dont have to go to Drama, if you dont feel like it.."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2007 21:57:54 GMT
My fists are still clenched and I turn to look at her, pissed off, angered and frustrated. Really in the mood to call up my parents and tell them to stay the hell away from *my* life. But Anouk's worry seems sincere, and I realize that she's not the one to be shouting at now. She's the one who's saved my ass about these matters more than once after all.
I let go of the tension in my fists and sigh. "...Let's just go out for a smoke." I suggest. I kick a trashbin instead. "Fucking hell." I grumble.
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Post by Daz on Aug 12, 2007 22:00:36 GMT
I put an arm around him.. "Parents are.. pathetic."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2007 22:02:34 GMT
I head outside with her, "They should just shut the fuck up about my life. *They* kicked *me* out." I mumble.
I find my cigarettes in the pocket of my jeans. I didn't bring joints to school, cos I didn't have the money to buy any lately.
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Post by Daz on Aug 12, 2007 22:07:24 GMT
We go and find a place to sit, that's outta the way from all the school buildings.
I sigh as we lean against a fence, glancing over to see him shakily light the cigarette.. "Jack, dont get over stressed about it.. dont waste your energy on them."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2007 22:09:27 GMT
I slip my lighter back into my pocket, since she doesn't smoke regular cigarettes and won't need it. "What if they make me move?" I mumble. "They probably will. They just wanna fuck things up again."
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Post by Daz on Aug 12, 2007 22:11:37 GMT
"They cant force you. If you move you can always spend your days with us. And your nights too, its quite simple to sneak out.." I reassure him
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2007 22:12:56 GMT
"I don't wanna move." I take a drag of my cigarette, but shrug and lean against the fence. "I'll just.. see about it." I figure. "Parents suck ass."
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