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Post by JEREMY CLAYTON MARCHEL on Apr 26, 2013 20:03:49 GMT -5
 --- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
Jeremy Marchel hated school. Everyone in small groups after the bell rang, clustered away from each other as if they other group was a sickness they could easily pick up. The slower students ran into the classroom, greeting their friends as they arrived to their saved seats while Jeremy was sitting in his chair at the corner at the back of the classroom. It was like the first day of the senior year and everyone was going off as if friends were talking about their amazing and expensive vacations. It was Monday and only a weekend had passed. How much could have happened in two days? Maybe he was just jealous that none of his friends were in his History class and Jeremy didn’t like being alone in a room full of people.
Actually, Jeremy didn't hate school. He hated this class. History was putting him in his place, enough so that his teacher had told him he could very well be in danger of failing. Mrs. Marchel was not too happy to hear about that when Jeremy had told her. She herself had been a history buff and was amazed her son had taken a turn for the worse in that subject. Jeremy refused to get help from her though, promising that her that one-way or another he would turn his luck around.
This was his third year now at the Academy and he was fooling himself if luck had anything to do with improving his grade. Jeremy was stupid by any means but his brother had always been smarter than him. Way smarter. So teacher were usually shocked to see how particularly average the Earth’s grades could be. History and Spanish was too hard for him to grasp. The notion of him trying to speak Spanish with his thick accent was laughable even for him, the boy almost failing that class as well. Bored, he wrote his name in the barely used notebook as the teachers words washed over him. Before the teacher had a chance to yell at Jeremy he ripped his hat off and made sure to fix his hair.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Apr 27, 2013 17:15:29 GMT -5
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Kennedy Lynn Beaufort was the type of girl who, if you didn't know any better, had an encyclopedia for a mind. She was top of her classes, having a knack for even the most bizarre of subjects. Of course, she had many that she did not take a liking too. One of those subjects happened to be history. The brunette, though aware that the mistakes of the past should be known and avoided, never enjoyed learning about the subject. Especially because it was the same material year after year. You would think that they would be able to teach you about different parts of the World's history and yet it was always the same material.
This did not stop the Beaufort from having an excelling grade, however. She had a way of remembering even the most menial things by making them seem more interesting. Or at least as interesting as you could make the wars seem. So it did not surprise her when she was asked to come into the history room and see what she could do to help one of the students. "Mr. Marchel has been having... Difficulties, in history. Would you mind maybe coming in and seeing if you could possibly convince him into some tutor time?"
Of course, Kennedy had agreed. She had, however, been under the impression that Mr. Marchel was Garrett, a fellow Thunder. Why would the teacher ask her to help one of the others? There had to be smarter students within the alliances that would help Jeremy, right? Kenny reigned from a very Elementalist family and the last thing they would want in the family would be to see one of their lovely daughters be labeled a traitor. Though the title may not always carry with you, it was not something that she wanted to have to lift in the long-run.
It was a few minutes after class started when the Beaufort came into the history class. Her hair was pulled back from her face, though a few strands had fallen and framed her face. She nodded a greeting towards the teacher as she scanned the room, spotting "Garrett" and moving easily to the nearby seat. He'd done rather well to isolate himself from everybody else, so it wasn't too difficult. "So, I heard you were having trouble," Kennedy acknowledged, not really one for a traditional greeting anyways. "Hopefully you're not dug too deep. History isn't my forte." Of course, there were no introductions or greetings. She was in the same grade with him and it would have been impossible for him not to know who she was.
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Post by JEREMY CLAYTON MARCHEL on Apr 28, 2013 13:46:54 GMT -5
--- i'll be there when you close your eyes ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( HOLD YOU TIGHT, SAY GOODNIGHT )[/center]
Oh dear, Kennedy Beaufort, Thunder classmate and friend of his younger brother Garrett. Jeremy always made himself scarce when he saw his brother and his group of friends, just like they had agreed on at home, but Kennedy had never outwardly thrown shade at the older brother. That was something to put in the Pros column. Still A Thunder was a Thunder, and damn were they intimidating to him. Garrett’s friends would come over and Jeremy ran up to his room and buried his head into his cookbooks while the Thunders and Fires partied and ran a muck in their parent’s basement. Zachary even snuck down with them and he was accepted just because he was a Wind. Since Jeremy never poked his head in on the get togethers he couldn’t vouch if Kennedy was ever there in the house.
”Yes ma’am,” he replied politely as he laid down his natural Southern charm. He felt a bit stiffer than usually in the Thunder’s presence. Jeremy was a carefree sort of guy unless around the temperamental Fires and Thunders. Something about the aura of the group couldn’t put him at ease. Jeremy straightened his posture as Kennedy took a seat next to him. There was a desperate need to find something in his notebook that would look impressive, but for the most part it was half scribbled notes and terribly drawn doodles of whatever crossed Jeremy’s mind. Kennedy seemed rather comfortable sitting down with an Earth student. Maybe she was being the bigger person and just hoping for the best. Jeremy felt ashamed for not being able to do the same at the moment.
He wasn’t even sure what the class had been talking about the past few days. ”It’s not really my forte either,” he joked, even though failing a class was some pretty serious business. ”Uhhh, I think we are on the Revolutionary War…or the Civil War?” His notes said ‘Old War’ and now date what so ever to help Jeremy out. This was not a good first impression. ”Psst, hey.” Jeremy leaned forward over his desk to grab the attention of the boy in front of him. ”What a…what war are we covering?” The student gave him an incredulous look before cluing in the Earth. ”So Revolutionary War in America.” As if there was any other….was there?
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Apr 30, 2013 16:47:16 GMT -5
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Truthfully, the Beaufort wasn't really aware of the other two twins. It was a rare occurance for the brunette to party. She wasn't a wild and rambunctious Thunder. Her personality stayed rather calm, even under the influence of the Fires. It wasn't until she started getting nervous or when she had a moment of mercurial behavior that she would participate on the scene at all. It was almost a year ago now that she had first slipped down that slope. She was adamant not to let it happen again.
Maybe "Garrett" was just being a smart-ass or maybe he simply behaved differently at school, but she was close to smacking the boy for calling her ma'am. She watched as he rifled through his notebook, obviously trying to find something. Maybe a worksheet or a syllabus for their current project. It didn't occur to her that it was bizarre that almost every page was decorated with doodles or that the notes were scrawled almost ineligibly. In fact, the Beaufort wasn't even paying a cent of attention towards the behavior. Instead, she was trying to catch what occurance they were supposed to be investigating.
She cracked a smirk as he argued that history wasn't his forte either. Obviously, or she wouldn't be here right now. She leaned over the desk to see what he had on his open page of notes as he said that they were either on the Revolutionary War or the Civil War. "Old war? C'mon, Marchel. I thought you were better than that," she bantered, though she usually used the phrase to annoy him while they were at the gym.
After pestering the boy in front of him, American Revolution, he turned back to her and explained the topic. "Oh, well that's a good war," Kennedy assented. She knew a lot about that war. Not as much as the World Wars, but enough that she could assist him with important information that would probably be on a test. "It started in Lexington, Massachusetts on April 19, 1775," she started. "You know, Shot-Heard-Round-the-World, and all that fun stuff," Kennedy finished, before nodding at his notes. "You going to write this down, Garrett, or am I talking to a wall?"
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