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Post by andi ! on Jan 11, 2009 0:53:38 GMT -5
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How was she lost already? A frustrated frown was worn into Eliza's features as she stopped, furrowed her brows, and exhaled. It had only been four years since she was last at Stewart. She could tell it had changed a bit, but she should still be able to navigate its halls with some amount of grace. She'd gone to school here for three years, after all. How could she not remember the layout of the building at all? It seemed pathetic.
She reached one hand behind her back, fingers intertwining with the ends of her light brown locks. She twisted the strands between her fingers as she stood, thoughtful. She had just passed the auditorium, so her dorm room should be... She picked a random direction, crossed her fingers, and started again across the linoleum tiling in a desperate search for her dorm room.
Now absolutely determined to locate her dorm, Eliza quickened her pace. It was her first day, and she had stubbornly refused to take a map. After unpacking in her dorm room, she had started wandering, trying to gain her bearings. It was then that she realized that she had overestimated herself; she had gone looking for the cafeteria and wound up at the swimming pool.
She didn't start classes until the next day, and figured that then she could find some girl in one of the nearby dorms (she had gotten a single for coming so late, and thus had no room mate to latch on to) to point her in the right direction. That was, of course, assuming that she made it back to her dorm room before dying of starvation. She could hear her stomach grumbling and lamented turning her nose up at the food the airplane had served. They had given up on free meals, and Eliza had not been particularly interested in paying thirty dollars for a grilled cheese.
Eliza was in a bad mood at this point. Lost, tired, hungry, and jet-lagged, and now she was at the library. She hadn't passed that on her way from the front door to her dorm room, so it didn't help. She groaned and leaned against the wall beside the door of the library, sliding down it haphazardly. She did have the best of luck, she thought sarcastically to herself as she stretched her legs out before her, deciding to sit here for a while before resuming her quest. That, at least, would aide her frustration, her weariness, and her jet-lag, even if her hunger was only worsening.
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Post by asf! on Jan 18, 2009 22:48:42 GMT -5
 how can i decide what's right,
when you're clouding up my mind?[/color][/font][/size][/center] I CAN'T WIN YOUR LOSING FIGHT ALL THE TIME[/size][/font] It was one of those scarce times where you didn’t see Frankie with her guitar. She usually carried it around everywhere and if she didn’t want to concentrate on what she was doing, she’d whip out the guitar and just strum a few chords. That was most likely 99.9% of the time. She had gone to the library because she knew in her dorm she wouldn’t be able to concentrate. Frankie and Anne were known for rambling about absolutely nothing and getting to laughing. Frankie wasn’t in a particularly wonderful mood. She had Anne’s motherly lecture stuck in her head. The words kept repeating themselves over and over again in her head, especially the ones about where her behavior had to stop. Frankie winced, looking down at the notebook in her lap.
Her pencil was at the top of the page, making little marks as if waiting for a race to begin. As soon as the siren would sound, the pencil would get to moving and the lyrics would just flow out of her. Frankie made an X over the page angrily, biting down on her bottom lip hard to keep the anger from consuming her. Her usual therapy didn’t seem to be cutting it this time. She remembered her explanation of this therapy technique. It was something along the lines of writing until her hand cramped. Sadly, her hand was cramping, and she hadn’t even begun to write a word on the empty page of notebook. It wasn’t so much empty now, but covered in an X. She ripped it from the side of the notebook, rolling it up in a ball and tossing it in the trash can nearby.
Frankie had been sitting on the floor nearby the door on one of the beanbags the library had invested in recently. She narrowed her eyes at the notebook, taking it and closing it. She figured if she gave herself some time to think that maybe she could conjure some muse up and write a decent song. She heard a groan, turning her head to the side only to see Eliza. She looked rather stressed. She pulled herself to her feet, almost involuntary. Frankie couldn’t remember the last time she talked to a stranger, let alone introduce herself to some body.
She figured she had to take Anne’s advice some time. Frankie shuffled over to Eliza and gave her a half smile. “Uhm, sorry, this probably isn’t any of my business, but are you alright?” Frankie questioned curiously. She crossed her arms across her black sweatshirt, playing with the frayed sleeves. She was never one to throw something away, especially if it had good wear in it. |
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Post by andi ! on Jan 18, 2009 23:02:53 GMT -5
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Eliza leaned against the wall, rolling her eyes to herself. Her stomach grumbled faintly. She was just cursing her luck and trying to wish a salad into existence when a voice broke through her wall of self-pity, asking is she was alright. She looked up, running a hand through her long brown locks and thinking vaguely of just how badly she could use a haircut.
"Oh, just jet-lagged and hopelessly lost," she answered with a half-smile, a slight sarcastic air to her facial features as she sat up a bit. She paused then, debating with herself. She was rather determined to find her dorm on her own; it was a point of pride. But at the same time, it had been quite some time now, and she was starving. She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. Her happiness or her pride?
Moments later, sustenance and sleep and happiness won over her faint, ebbing pride. "Would you possibly be able to help me find my dorm?" she asked, smiling sheepishly as she pushed herself up from the floor. "I'm Eliza, by the way," she offered, politely holding out a hand.
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Post by asf! on Jan 18, 2009 23:33:09 GMT -5
how can i decide what's right,
when you're clouding up my mind? [/color][/font][/size][/center] I CAN'T WIN YOUR LOSING FIGHT ALL THE TIME[/size][/font] Frankie winced, hearing the word jet-lagged. She definitely knew that pain. She let her hands fall to her sides, and she shook the blond out of her face. "That really sucks." Frankie expressed, her voice soft and timid. She hadn't been used to talking to random people. If Anne wanted her behavior to change, then it was going to. Frankie was determined to make more friends now.
All of a sudden she was at a loss for words. The girl had introduced herself as Eliza. Of course, Frankie knew what her name is. Geesh, her name was Frankie. She wanted to say that her name was Frankie, but she wasn't so sure if she should. It sounded so childish and boy-like. Not only that, it didn't seem to describe her. Then again, Francesca sure didn't seem to describe her either. It sounded like an old British lady's name. She chose the ladder, sticking with Frankie.
"I'm Frankie." She said quickly, giving the girl standing across from her a small smile. When Eliza put her hand out, she took it, shaking it gently and then letting go. "Sure, I can help you." Frankie said with a reassuring nod. |
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Post by andi ! on Jan 19, 2009 1:15:42 GMT -5
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Eliza nodded her agreement as Frankie stated on her current predicament. "And it's a seven hour time difference between here and Milan, so I plann on being very screwed up for a good while," she added with a laugh. She shrugged it off. In a few days, hopefully, she'd be used to California time zone. But right now, while most people were getting out of classes and planning their afternoons, Eliza was ready to call it a night and go sleep the rest of the day off.
She smiled as the girl introduced herself and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Frankie," she replied, dropping her hand to her side. She breathed a sigh of relief as the girl agreed to help her out. "You're a lifesaver; thanks so much," she answered with a wide smile as she pulled her schedule from her pocket. She unfolded it, scanned for a moment, then started refolding it. "I'm in dorm 32."
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Post by asf! on Jan 19, 2009 1:36:28 GMT -5
how can i decide what's right,
when you're clouding up my mind? [/color][/font][/size][/center] I CAN'T WIN YOUR LOSING FIGHT ALL THE TIME[/size][/font] Frankie chuckled, her eyes scanning her stuff on the floor. She knelt to the floor, picking up her notebook and backpack. Frankie balanced the backpack on her knee, sliding the notebook in and then tossing the bag over her shoulder. "Geesh, you came all the way from Italy just to attend this school? It's not worth it, honestly. The drama is off the wall." She replied with a sheepish grin. "It's really crazy." She informed the girl, shaking her head. Oh yeah, and you've got a bipolar freak standing in front of you, but that's just how it is here at Stewart Junior/High School!
"Oh, it's no problem." Frankie reassured her, sticking her hands in her pockets. 32. That was just around the corner. "I hate to tell you this, but you just missed it." Frankie said softly, nodding her head in the direction that she had came in. She felt strange, like she didn't want the conversation to end. Frankie didn't want the girl to just walk away from her and never talk to her again. It intrigued her how she could talk to new people without stuttering and rambling. With that, she brought up a new topic. "So, what grade are you in?"
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Post by andi ! on Jan 20, 2009 21:16:23 GMT -5
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livin' out the same old moment, knowing you'd be better off[/center][/font]
Eliza laughed at Frankie's comment. "Not quite. I live in New York; I was just in Italy for the summer. But if I wanted to start school on the first day with everyone else, I had to fly here direct from Milan," she explained, rolling her eyes. She nodded, smiling, as the girl commented on the exponential amounts of drama. She vaguely recalled an obscene amount of drama from her time at Stewart so many years before, and could only imagine how much worse it would have gotten now that they were in high school, not middle school. "Yeah, I do know that," she laughed. "I actually went here for middle school.
Eliza frowned as Frankie explained where the dorm was, turning in the direction Frankie had nodded, a confused expression on her face. She craned her neck to see around the corner, and saw the number 30 on a door gleaming at her. So her's would be right there. Her confused look faded into one of frustration as she turned back to the blonde girl, sighing as she ran a hand through her hair. "I am incredibly observant," she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Well, I feel like a moron."
She started walking towards her dorm, nodding her head for the girl to feel free to follow her. "I'm a senior. You?" she answered as they walked down the hall. She stopped at the door, fishing into the pocket of her jeans for her key. She pulled it out a moment later, unlocked the door to her single and walked inside. The room was more clean than she would normally leave it. Jay was much more of a neat freak than she was, and he had practically organized all of her stuff for her while she sat on the bed and complained about not being able to see him for the two weeks he was spending, starting today, in Paris. But he had promised to come and visit her the moment he touched ground in the states again, so she was content.
Eliza rummaged through the top drawer of her dresser, surprised by just how neat it was. It took her no time at all to totally uproot this orginazation and grab her wallet. She pulled out a twenty, stuffed that and her key back into her pocket, and grabbed her phone from the top of the dresser. "I'm absolutely famished. Want to go get some lunch?" she offered, turning back to Frankie with a smile.
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Post by asf! on Jan 24, 2009 1:42:13 GMT -5
how can i decide what's right,
when you're clouding up my mind? [/color][/font][/size][/center] I CAN'T WIN YOUR LOSING FIGHT ALL THE TIME[/size][/font]
Frankie let the embarassment over come her as Eliza explained that she lived in New York, and not Italy. Frankie could have figured that. Eliza didn't look the least bit Italian, or at least Frankie didn't think she did. Then again, Frankie couldn't remember if she had ever even seen a real Italian blooded person. She contemplated the issue before pushing it to the side. When Eliza mentioned that she had gone to Stewart for Middle School, Frankie felt incredibly stupid once again. She felt bad for not remembering Eliza.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that. There's probably a grade difference between us or something." Frankie said with a sheepish grin, before closing her mouth. She didn't want to dig herself in a deeper hole. She chuckled at Eliza's observant comment, crossing her arms across her chest. "It's alright. I couldn't find mine the first day either."
She followed Eliza, then quickly caught up to her side. "Junior." Frankie said with a nod. So her thought had been confirmed. She didn't feel as bad that she hadn't remembered Eliza now that she knew that they weren't in the same grade. Frankie shuffled behind Eliza, standing in the door way.
Frankie was amazed. Had she just asked her to go to lunch with her? She felt proud of herself, knowing that she had reached out and spoke to this person all on her own. Frankie flashed Eliza a smile, searching her pockets to see if there was any money. When she saw she had a ten, she glanced back up at Eliza. "Sure!"
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Post by andi ! on Jan 24, 2009 23:36:20 GMT -5
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livin' out the same old moment, knowing you'd be better off[/center][/font]
Eliza chuckled as Frankie appologize, shaking her head. "Don't worry about it. People in my own grade don't seem to remember me; I wouldn't expect you to." She smiled, stuffing her phone into her empty pocket. She grabbed a pair of black plastic sunglasses from the top of her dresser, placed them carelessly on top of her head, and pulled her hair quickly and messily into a loose bun. She hoped she couldn't be confused for a junior; nearly nineteen, she was barely young enough to be a senior, yet alone any grade lower.
"They must hide them in very obscure places," she replied with a chuckle to Frankie's locker comment, leading the way back into the hallway. She closed the door after Frankie walked out, not bothering to lock the door agin. She'd just put the key in her pocket; why remove it again? Plus, with her luck, she'd loose it while they were out, and then she'd be locked out, and that certainly would not do.
Eliza nodded as Frankie stated her age, half smiling. "So you're what, sixteen, seventeen?" she asked curiously, leaning against the wall opposite the door of her dorm. Her smiled widened a few molars as Frankie agreed to go and get lunch with her. "Well, you being the Stewart native and all, I'll let you lead to some nearby place that sells food. Cafeteria, fast food place, I don't care. Just someplace close, where I can get piles of food with twenty dollars," she laughed, motioning for Frankie to take the lead.
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