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Post by Chasity Leikman on Aug 9, 2016 17:02:05 GMT
 | I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO BE QUEEN | |
Chemistry, her sixth period class with Jordan. Chasity had a bad habit of lacking respect when it came to teachers, and always referred to them by their first names. She was early by a good bit, so she had time to dig through her bag and go through what she'd stolen from the cafeteria. Mainly snacks, but there was a lemon creme-filled bread snack she'd put to the side. Pulling it out, she set it on her desk, and then pulled out a yoohoo, a cherry jello, and some candy. Not positive which one she wanted first, Chasity put her bag under the desk and then stared at the items on her desk. What to eat first? Deciding on the bread, she opened it with a crinkly pop, gaze shifting around her. These items were obviously stolen goods, especially when everyone knew about her habits of stealing things in general. She shrugged it off mentally and took a bite of the fluffy substance. She reflected on how her day had gone, rather boring for the most part. The only successful thing she'd done was grab some things from the cafeteria. Chasity looked down at the bun and sighed, she needed to get a hold of Dean. Stealing was a sort of addiction for her, and it had been a good bit since she'd gotten her hands on something expensive. Maybe he'd be up for a go? As she took another bite of her bread, the bell rang, making her jump in her seat. She needed to put these things away before Jordan showed up. He'd know what she'd done, and hopefully wouldn't write her up for it. ▲ |
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Post by JORDAN VIERRA on Aug 21, 2016 7:42:16 GMT
[attr="class","tpost"]  | God, he was hungry. Yep, Jordan learned his lesson. He would never order a medium pizza when deciding to share his lunch with Dean ever again. His mother called him a bottomless pit when he was younger, but in comparison to Dean, it certainly had a bottom and a shallow one at that! His stomach was like a kiddie bucket comparison to Dean's stomach that consisted of the void in its entirety!! Dumping the empty pizza box into the trash can, he let out a sad sigh. He only had one slice of pizza, nothing more! Perhaps he would grab himself something small after the day was done. Maybe McDonald's... Sure the nagging voice in the back of his head that sounded strangely like his mother scolded him for contemplating on picking up fast food, but he was desperate. He didn't want to make anything at home.
Taking a last longing look at the lonely pizza box in the trash can, Jordan trudged his way back to his classroom. Holding his hand over his stomach, the corners of his lips pulled down when it growled in sadness. Thankfully it didn't seem that he was the last to his classroom. Maybe he could find a forgotten coughdrop at the bottom of his bag. However upon entering the room, a certain desk covered in food caught his gaze. His poor tumtum cried out in pain once more. And just like that, a horrible thought entered his mind. It wouldn't be illegal to buy food off of students, right? But the more he glanced at the table, the more familiar some of the items were becoming. Like if he remembered correctly, weren't they all sold in the cafeteria? Certainly the lunchladies would not be willing to sell that much junk food to students. But when he finally glanced at the owner of the treats, everything made sense.
"Chasity?" He asked as he approached the girl. "I can understand if you want to take some food from the cafe, especially because Mr. Vierra didn't get to eat much of his lunch, but at least get yourself something substantial like an actual meal!"
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Post by Chasity Leikman on Aug 28, 2016 17:00:28 GMT
 | I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO BE QUEEN | |
It was the last bight of her bread, and she wanted to savor it. Well, there isn't much to savor when the bread is so soft it melts in your mouth. Chasity sighed and began to shove things back into her bag, when she heard footsteps approaching her. There were three items left on the desk, and the chance the footsteps belonged to Jordan were high. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that it was just another student making his way through the aisle. Good.Ah, but there it was - that sense of someone or thing looming over you. The blonde sat up with her eyes closed, not wanting to admit she'd been caught. Opening one eye, she peeked only to see Jordan at the side of her desk. Chasity's shoulders slumped and her head lolled back, "Aaaah - you caught me." Stretching her arms over her head, she sighed and looked up at the teacher. His hands were on his stomach, maybe a sign of hunger? Sitting up straight Chasity eyed him and then side glanced her items. "I'll give you whatever you'd like, if you don't write me up."▲ |
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