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In the Halls (Sub_Voyage and Sorrows)

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Sorrows Solace

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Jan 26, 2009
It was only eight in the morning and the day already felt long. Mena Firestone reclined in a crappy wooden chair, legs outstretched and head thrown back as she watched the ceiling through half closed blue-green eyes. Dressed in black jeans, flowing wine red shirt and a long black coat, the young woman was slight, form wiry with modest curves. With a fair skinned, heart shaped face and thick, choppy auburn hair, she was attractive in a healthy, natural manner, not paying attention to the fashions that plagued much of the student population.

In fact, she didn't seem to pay attention to people at all.

Maybe that was why most people thought she was so strange, leaving her be mostly, other when they tried to pick a fight and were unpleasantly surprised. She dressed oddly, listened to weird music, spent time alone drawing, or reading strange books. What other explanation was there? She never really seemed to try to give an alternate one anyway.

Giving a yawn, she stood smoothly and left the library, music still playing in her head quietly. Walking among the students she weaved her way through the crowd, giving a soft nod to a few of the art students that she knew before stopping in front of her locker, wrestling with it a moment, locks of hair covering her eyes.
 
Chris Roberts sat in his bed and looked out his window. Outside it was a clear June day and the muliti cololored leaves were gently falling. As he looked around he noticed it was quite peaceful and pretty. Sighing softly he woke up and went downstairs. When he was down stairs he started eating breakfest.

When he was finished eating breakfest he went upstairs to his room. Laying back he looked at the clock and noticed that he had an hour before school. Soon he put on a white T-shirt with priate heads on it and a pair of blue jeans. Getting ready to head to school he sighed and went outside and entered his red 2-door chevy. Starting the engingine he drove off and soon parked at school.
 
The bell rang, mingling with her headphone music and the chatter of students as they all dispersed in the halls. Mena kicked her locker closed and headed to her first class, English. She was in her last year and they were now studying the works of Edgar Allen Poe. It was a topic of interest for her and she was glad to be able to devote some time of the day into half-way discussing a literary legend.

Taking her seat by a window she leaned back in her chair, getting out a worn notebook and a ballpoint pen, spinning it in her fingers as the other students filed in. There was still a few moments before the other bell rang, giving a few of the late-comers a chance to get in.
 
Hearing the first bell he knew he had a few mintues before he would be late to his English class. Looking around he sighed and wondereed around trying to remember where his room was. Looking around he sighed and started to close his eyes. Soon he heard the first bell and started running to his class, after remembering where it was.

Would he make it or not that was the question. Soon her found his class and slipped into the back just as the second bell ran. However, he had not payed attention to class and wondered what would happen. Sighing he turned to see a student in front of him.
 
Mena looked up, arching a brow briefly as a young man rushed in. She knew little of him, only that he was in her class, one of the students that you always were unsure of and had about three possible guesses as to what their first name was. She gave a small smile and turned back to her notes, flipping through them with a distracted air as class began.
 
He looked around and sighed softly. He was tired and he hated this school. But if he wanted to graduate he had to take this course and pass it. After all he thought it would be easy as he knew most of the books that they had read before.
 
Even if she was in English, Mena still wanted to sleep. As the students settled, the teacher explained a new assignment. Each student would have to pair up and study one of Edgar Allen Poe's poems or short stories and do a small review on it, stating the symbolism and the theme of the what they were reading.

The students began to pair up and Mena stood, approaching the young man "Do ye have a partner in mind? If not I can work with ye." she commented with a light shrug.
 
He looked around and sighed. Upon hearing her he noticed she had a weird accent. But that wasn't what botthered him. "I don't have a partner." He repeated and sighed.

Looking around he noticed the other students had partners and that she was the only one left. Looking at her he closed his eyes.
 
She gave a small smile and nodded "Well that works out, neither do I." she replied easily, watching him as he closed his eyes. "Something wrong?" she asked after another moment. He didn't seem to be too thrilled to be here which was a wonderful impression to start out a project with...
 
He looked at her and smiled. "Nothing is wrong." He replied and looked at her then sighed softly. He sighed softly. "Its just that I am not used to your accent yet." He replied.
 
"Oh." a small flush passed over her face and she looked both embarrassed and sheepish. "I'll speak slowly then." she replied, attempting to speak as clear as possible. "What av the project. Is there a poem ye like at all?" she asked, face a bit red still.
 
He looked at her and smiled. "No its fine." He paused. "I like you being different." He blushed. "I will let you choose what poem we analize." He replied knowing he wanted to sleep with her.
 
She smiled at him, eyes lighting up a bit "Well thank ye, that's good te hear!" she replied, feeling a bit better now. Sitting back down she nodded "Alright, let me see." she commented, taking out a small book and riffling through it "Here, how about "The Raven"? It's one av his most well known poems." she offered.
 
He looked at her and nodded. "No problem." He replied and sighed. "Well we could always choose that one." He replied and sighed.
 
"Or we could leave, run the halls amok and then go and try to take over the world with red paint and weasels." she replied in an utter deadpan. He was sighing quite a bit and either seemed to be very bored or depressed. She wasn't sure which. "Have ye read the poem recently?" she asked, looking at him now.
 
He looked at her and smiled. "We could." He replied and blushed. He looked at her then shook her head. "I haven't ready any." He replied.
 
"I'll keep it in mind." she replied with a grin. Mena nodded and slid the book over to him "Here, take a read now, it's not that long." she replied, getting some extra paper out.
 
She raised a brow and smiled a bit "Well, that's an interesting thought." she replied, a bit of mischief in her own eyes too.
 
It was quite lucky that the class was loud enough to cover up that little slip. Nonetheless Mena heard him and flushed, eyes widening "Erm...maybe a cold shower would help with that?" she asked, more then a little embarrassed. Hell she didn't even know his name!
 
He looked at her and sighed softly. "Well I am sorry for saying it." He paused and looked at her and sighed. "My name is Chris and I am new to this town and this school." He replied then paused. "And I moved here last semister."
 
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