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Post by Chase Barret on Jan 25, 2009 13:03:56 GMT -5
"Wanna help me put my things away," he smiled toward the girl trying to be funny when Daniel refused. But with her unhappy face, he wondered if he overstepped his boundaries before, and he was a bit uncomfortable at this point.
Yeah, I did, he stated without a smile, digging through his bag and pulling out an identical folder that the boy had across the room. He hadn't actually read everything in it since his freshman year, but the schedule was important, and that's about it. "It's pretty good. I'm looking forward to the study hall. Because I'm going to need it. And I'm not looking forward to French III, then Latin II right after, but I'll manage. And if you guys need any help finding your way around campus, just ask."
He shrugged, laying his folder onto the bed on top of his iPod. "Why how's yours?"
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Post by Estee Garner on Jan 25, 2009 13:12:52 GMT -5
"Are you sure? I can help. Let me help," she persisted, knowing even if Daniel needed help, he'd try not to ask for it and waste her time, not that she cared. "I don't have anything else to do," she lied, knowing she should be back in her own room this very moment, putting her own things away, visiting Glow in at the barn, finding her way around campus, and a numerous list of tasks she should be doing.
"No." She looked at him, trying not to look like she was glaring, just firmly staring. He looked away, uncomfortable and she smiled lightly, glancing down at the comforter she was sitting on, twisting a small string from one of the seams around her finger.
She listened to Chase answer Daniel's question and she waited for him to quiet before she told him about her own. She couldn't imagine having one language right after the other. That'd just suck. Estee'd only taken French. Never another. "Mine's not bad, I guess. I just skimmed through it. Didn't actually read much. I am pretty interested in the art class though. Drawing and Painting. Because there's actual art homework. Which will be fun, and hopefully the class will challenge me a bit." Estee was a wonderful artist. She had a photographic memory and use about any medium and create about any subject. And she enjoyed doing it, too.
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Post by Daniel Thomas on Jan 25, 2009 13:23:25 GMT -5
"I don't believe that." he said. He was perfectly aware that they both had something to do. Go check on their horses. And that they would probably go do it in a second. Maybe they'd even go for a little ride. It all depended on how they were adapting. Maybe just give them a good grooming and lunge him.
Lunging was probably a good idea. Daniel made a not to do that before getting on. Paticularly the first time riding in a new environment. But he should probably do that every time he rode. It would probably be safer.
"Mine's alright." he said. Though his shoulders did not actually shrug it was that kind of a voice. "I have Calculus honors, AP English, Creative Writing, Law, Forensics, Statistics, Latin III, and Economics" The boy of course wsaid this as though it was a totally normal schedual and that he wasn't out of his mind for taking that many classes.
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Post by Chase Barret on Jan 25, 2009 13:35:56 GMT -5
"That's one hell of a schedule." Chase said, eyes wide."Good luck." He couldn't imagine have that many classes senior year and no study halls. If Daniel actually managed to complete homework and study for classes, he was going to turn into one of those people who didn't have a social life, or horse time, because it was so involved with academics.
"So do you guys have horses?" he asked the couple, still on the bed together. "We should ride together sometime," he added, thinking it'd be a good way to get to know each other better.
He wanted to know more about her. About them. He hadn't even know each other lond and they were truly a match made for each other, he could see clearly. And there was almost a hint of jealousy of Daniel. Okay, so a lot of jealousy, but it wasn’t the kind that meant he wanted to steal Estee - no, that wasn’t it at all. It was the fact that he wanted a girlfriend like Estee.
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Post by Estee Garner on Jan 25, 2009 13:46:22 GMT -5
She shook her head knowing Daniel was going to go along living right out of his suitcase. She'd at least help with laundry, knowing he wouldn't do it himself.
"Oh my god, are you crazy?" The first words that came out of her mouth after his schedule was recited. The teenager cringed when he said Calculus Honors. Absolutely disgusting. Estee had been placed again, into Algebra II this year. Not honors. Not AP. A lot of freshman took it, but Estee had been placed into the Algebra I A when she was younger. The slowest math group there was. And even with that she struggled. It wasn't fair. She was such a failure in math.
She was taking another honors English class this year. Which was normal. And Chemistry. Which she knew she was going to fail miserably at. Science and math both, were absolute challenges for the teenager. But English was fun for her and art was going to be fun as well. She didn't even know her schedule order to recite it, so stayed quiet.
"Yes," she nodded. I have a black 16 year old Dutch Warmblood gelding named Glow. He was lovely. She wasn't sure about the riding together. Only because the only other person she'd really ridden with was Daniel. And his green Thoroughbred could be classified as insane. But the stallion always provided a comedy act whenever they rode together.
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Post by Daniel Thomas on Jan 25, 2009 13:54:15 GMT -5
"Thanks, and no, I'm not crazy." said the teenager a light chuckle in his voice. he knew his schedual was slightly, unusual. But academics were always something that Daniel exceled at. He got decent grades and wanted to learn as much as possible. Besides, he needed something to do besides staring at the ceiling while he was supposed to be asleep.
"Yeah, a thoroughbred stallion more out of his mind then I am." This was true. If he thought Daniel was crazy then he had to meet Dose. The horse practically ricotched off walls. That horse could not stay still. He was worse then a four year old with ADHD. And that was an understatement.
Daniel knew that the stallion needed a lot of work. But he loved him dearly. He knew that he would never get rid of the stallion, even hif he broke every bone in his body. If anythign happened to the thoroughbred he would probably die.
"You?"
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Post by Chase Barret on Jan 25, 2009 20:40:57 GMT -5
"I've been riding a blue roan Paint horse. And I've been showing in jumpers for a while. Disco's not mine, but I've been riding her since I've been here freshmen year." He nodded, recalling the mare, who happened to be fairly level headed and a great jumper.
"I should actually go down and see her soon." He rose an eyebrow, seeing if either of them wanted to go down with him. "Stop and grab a snack and apples at the cafe first, though." He smiled.
"But I'd love to meet your horses."
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Post by Estee Garner on Jan 25, 2009 21:08:19 GMT -5
"Yes you are," she replied, shaking her head at her boyfriend's insane schedule. It was hard enough doing things without a study hall. And senior's didn't have to take a full day of classes. He was officially out of his mind from her point of view and she wasn't sure how he was doing it, or how it was going to work out. But part that made Estee feel dumb was that she still couldn't get A's in an easier schedule, study hall included. It was too hard.
She nodded when Chase brought up the suggestion about going to see the horses. That was a good idea. She missed her gelding and figured he'd adore a fresh apple and if nothing else, at least a pet from his owner.
The teenager felt her nose running a bit and she sniffled, wiping it on her black sweatshirt sleeve. But as she glanced down, her sleeve was darker in that one spot and she drew her finger to her nose, touching it lightly, and groaned when she gazed at the blood.
She pulled away, and stood up, grabbing a tissue from a box on one of the desks and help it up to her nose, staring at the ground feeling disgusting. Blood was normally cool. Not when it was gushing from her nose. She assumed it was caused from the lack of humidity in the room.
Another groan escaped her as she pinched the upper bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, wishing her nosebleed would cease. It was gross. It certainly was. "I should go," she murmured to the both of them, spinning and heading toward the door. She had to go clean herself up, and stop the gushing blood coming from her nose.
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