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Post by SPENCER LEON EVERETT on Jan 30, 2011 15:26:15 GMT -8
UP UNTIL NOW I HAD SWORN MYSELF THAT I'M CONTENT ( ( W I T H L O N L I N E S S ) ) b e c a u s e n o n e o f i t w a s e v e r w o r t h t h e r i s k - - - & & BUT DARLING YOU ARE THE[/i] T H E O N L Y E X C E P T I O N
He wasn't entirely sure what time it was. Hell, the only thing that reminded him that it was a school day was the fact that his step father was pounding at the door. "SPENCER GET THE HELL UP NOW" Ugh, fuck. That's slightly unsettling. Why would the world ask kids to wake up this early for school? He didn't understand. Didn't they want kids to pay attention? They wouldn't be able to pay attention if they were falling asleep. He just didn't get it. It was like, the government or school districts or whatever were just setting themselves up for failure. There was a reason why so many kids were failing school. Spence looked up at the white ceiling, trying to block out the pounding of the door. "SPENCER!" A low groan left his lips as he sat up in his bed. "I'M FUCKING UP " He yelled loudly, not caring if he pissed anyone off. Spencer really hated being yelled at in the morning. He watched the doorknob jiggle, probably Joe trying to get in here to hit him. He was kinda glad that the lock was invented, it kept the jackass out and him inside safe, unless he decided to break down the door. He'd just die. "BE READY IN TWENTY MINUTES" Spencer glared at the door, hearing the footsteps walk down the hall. "Finally." He groaned, laying back down on his bed, pulling the covers over him tighter. He would probably stay in bed for about five more minutes then get up, brush his hair and put on clothes or something like that, he wasn't too sure. Running a hand through his dark hair he sighed again and bit his lip. He really had no urge to get out of bed...None at all. Motivation was at a zero.
With what seemed to be a lot of force, Spencer pushed himself up from his bed, taking his covers off, tossing them to the other side of the bed. He blinked his blue eyes a few times as he reached over and turned on the light on his bedside table, getting use to the brightness was pretty hard. Rubbing them with the back of his hand, he yawned and got up, standing on his feet. The cold hard wood floor sent chills up his spine as he scratched his chest. Yeah, he slept without a shirt on, which probably explained why he was freezing all the time when he woke up. Walking up to the dresser that was on the other side of his room. He tugged at the drawers, pulling them out as he grabbed clothing, Boxers, skinny jeans and a t-shirt. He took off his pjs pants off and threw them into the hamper, pulling on his boxers and his skinny jeans, he grabbed the studded belt on the top of the dresser and slid it through the belt loops, and then grabbing the shirt, pulling it over his head, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, running his hand through his hair, trying pat down the random strands of dark hair that was sticking up. Bed head, he hated it. He picked up the brush and ran it through his hair and then set it down. Now all he had to do was slip on his shoes, grab his hoodie, phone and wallet and he was done. He did all of his homework in detention so, he left all of his shit at school. The boy almost never studied, he was too smart or so he thought for that, maybe he was and he just didn't know it. But he knew he didn't need any help in school.
Spencer looked at the time, noticing that his step dad probably left by now. Unlocking the door and opening it, he peeked his head out of the doorway, looking to the front door where the man's coat and shoes were gone. "Thank fucking god." He muttered out loud as he walked out and shut his door behind him. Walking down the hall and walking into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a energy drink and then opened the freezer, pulling out a hot pocket and throwing it in the microwave. He went to the alcohol cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels, opening the bottle and then grabbing a water bottle from the other cabinet, pouring some in and then pouring some red bull after that. He took a sip and grimaced, drinking alcohol this early probably wasn't a good idea but whatever, they would deal with him. It helped him concentrate in school. He grabbed the hot pocket from the microwave and well, devoured it in a few minutes, despite the heat. After that, Spencer left the kitchen and walked out of the house. Walking down the front steps and towards the school. He was pretty happy that he was close to the school...and not. Taking sips from the water bottle he hoped that it was enough to get him to have a nice buzz for the whole day. He finally arrived at the school and remembered what his first period was. Math, fuck, he couldn't deal with numbers today. He took another large gulp from his bottle and walked through the halls, seeing the door to the auditorium. So what did Spencer do? He slipped inside and walked down to the middle section, sitting down in the comfy seats and leaning back in it. Now, if no one came...that would be nice.
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Post by EMIKO TANAKA ST. CLAIRE. on Jan 31, 2011 14:51:15 GMT -8
What time was it? She wasn't sure. She lost track a while ago. Whenever was whenever, she supposed. She hadn't had anyone to wake her up that morning. She never did to begin with anyway. Emiko had gotten up that morning and only managed to get dressed and brush her hair out before sluggishly walking to school. Her car was still in the shop. What a pain in the ass. Having to walk everywhere was annoying as fuck. Her black heels clacking against the ground and hands slipping down her sides to adjust her frilly, although lovely pastel blue skirt with floral patterns on it. One sheer fabric overlapping the other. She adjusted the tight, black fabric around her chest and covering her otherwise bare stomach.
She probably wasn't following dress code again, but nothing she wasn't used to doing. Just a detention or suspension at most. Emiko snapped the thin, black suspenders hanging over her shoulders and hooking onto the waistband of her skirt. The Asian had tied her hair up slightly, flat brown locks not bouncing with their usual life. She looked at her wrist, the Hello Kitty watch blinking the time back at her. Oh. She was late.
Oh well, no point in showing up to class then. Not that she was planning on to anyway. But you know. At least she had an excuse not to show up. But where to hide from the authorities, hm. She looked around quietly, observing. Classroom? No, she couldn't hide there. A teacher would probably come in. Closet. ...no, the janitor would probably rape her or something. Hm. Bathroom? No, some bitch would rat her out. Gardens? No... oh, oh! The auditorium! She could hide there.
Emiko pushed on the door gently, sliding in through the thin crack she had made. The door shut behind her. Ah, finally. Some peace and quiet. She wandered over to one of the cushy seats and planting herself down on it before kicking her feet up on the seat in front of her and leaning back casually. Weird, she heard a thunk. Oops. She lowered her legs, looking over the other seat and meeting none other than Spencer. How wonderful.
...she could smell alcohol. Oh nice. Brought it into the school without it being noticed. Maybe she should try that later. "Skipping class, Spencer?" Her lips twisted into a lopsided smirk. "Isn't that rebellious of you."
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Post by SPENCER LEON EVERETT on Jan 31, 2011 16:10:02 GMT -8
UP UNTIL NOW I HAD SWORN MYSELF THAT I'M CONTENT ( ( W I T H L O N L I N E S S ) )b e c a u s e n o n e o f i t w a s e v e r w o r t h t h e r i s k - - - & & BUT DARLING YOU ARE THE[/i] T H E O N L Y E X C E P T I O N
Spencer really liked the fact that the alcohol and energy drink came as close to a four loko as it will ever be. Actually, maybe it was because four loko's and what he was drinking were the same exact thing, except Four Lokos were so bad and he could black out within two of them. He didn't drink them every day. Only on Fridays, for Four Loko Friday, when he had money to afford two of them and get hammered. Which was possibly be what he was becoming now. He filled it half and half, half a bottle of Jack could do shit right? Right, especially to someone like Spencer, who went weeks without drinking to keep up a low tolerance. He was a smart kid, he liked reserving his alcohol.
Spence's relaxing in the auditorium was something he treasured. Going back to class wasn't going to be option till he finished off all the alcohol in his bottle, because getting caught with alcohol again wasn't going to make his step father happy, and he would probably put a lock on the alcohol cabinet and Spencer would have no way of getting alcohol unless he attended Four Loko Friday and to be honest, this was his week of drinking. To get wasted. Every third week of the month. It was a plan he put together ever since he started drinking. Of course, he slipped up once or twice but that was fine, at least to him it was.
Now when Spencer thought that he was going to be alone for this whole period or for the whole time in school. He was dead wrong. It wasn't till he was almost kicked in the head and jumped up from his seat, twisting around and staring at the person, his bright blue eyes glaring at them, while his hand clutched around his precious bottle of forbidden alcohol. Yeah, the kid liked the alcohol. He relaxed a little when he recognized the person and he took another sip to calm his nerves. Although, he had a feeling, combined with the energy drink he was just going to get hyper. "What about you Emiko? I don't see you sitting in what? Calculus?" He leaned on the seat behind him, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking to see if the door was still closed.
"You know, I'd be really fucking unhappy if someone saw you come in here...Just saying." He said with a shrug as he kept a eye on the door. He wasn't exactly thrilled with the thought of being found out. He took another sip from the water bottle, realizing he probably had a lot more to drink. That didn't give him any problems. He was feeling the alcohol hit him...or the energy drink. It was one of them.
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Post by EMIKO TANAKA ST. CLAIRE. on Jan 31, 2011 16:48:35 GMT -8
Emiko craved her coffee. Although, liquor was always a much better substitute. Gave her a nice buzz. Coffee just made her more liable to fall asleep. She had always been a bit strange in that fact. Caffeine did nothing to wake her up, just make her want more before ultimately falling asleep. Of course, she did that with sugar too. She recalled her earlier chocolate coma from eating a large donut riddled with chocolate frosting. She probably had bought another one and it was in her bag, but she was too lazy to get another. It was good though, damn it.
Reserving alcohol? Emiko heard of no such thing. One of the perks of living alone. She never had the problem of parental guidance interfering in her life. She had a couple shots of tequila before she went to bed and a few after she woke up. No one could stop her and that was that. She wasn't planning on going to class either, not until she had a little taste of whatever it was he was drinking. Definitely not water, that was for sure.
She only shrugged then. "I show up when I show up, leave when I leave. Teachers have learned to accept that." She grinned, crossing her arms over the back of his seat. Or at least, up until he leaned back. "Besides. Calculus is gross. I can just do it when I go home. School ordered tutor." She only snorted then, moving her arms again and twisting a strand of her brown hair around her finger. "Relax sweetheart. No one's coming for a while."
Her gaze shifted over towards the bottle, making grabbing motions with her tiny hand. "Gimme." She could be such a child sometimes.
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Post by SPENCER LEON EVERETT on Feb 1, 2011 16:29:05 GMT -8
UP UNTIL NOW I HAD SWORN MYSELF THAT I'M CONTENT ( ( W I T H L O N L I N E S S ) )b e c a u s e n o n e o f i t w a s e v e r w o r t h t h e r i s k - - - & & BUT DARLING YOU ARE THE[/i] T H E O N L Y E X C E P T I O N
Spencer wasn't a easiest person to wake up. He had a habit of falling asleep eight or nine times before he could awake and for one thing, he couldn't be awake unless he had coffee or a energy drink. Sometimes it was both and other times it wasn't. It just depended on how his morning went. Usually it was just one source of caffeine and he was fine though when he had his morning fix and a cigarette. That was something poor Spencer couldn't live without in the morning. He was craving one right now, but behaved himself, knowing that if he smoked in here that they would definitely get caught. Smoking in the boy's room was one thing but drinking and smoking in the auditorium, he'd probably get suspended again and then he'd be fucked for life or not even have a life if his step father learned what he had done. Well, he would have to try extra hard not to get caught.
Spencer always thought what it would be like to live alone and not have to follow anyone's rules even though he avoided following them anyways, he didn't really have a reason to follow them anyways. He kinda lived by his own rules which could scare some people, since most rules he actually made were about breaking the law. The kid had to live, that's all he could say. He enjoyed breaking rules a lot, like right now. He didn't enjoy getting caught though, that just sucked. Then he'd just be getting into trouble. Trouble was fun, trouble getting caught was wasn't.
Spencer looked at her and shook his head. "And then they come looking for you and find me...." He said while he rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair again. "Aren't...you like Asian? Don't....I don't know...Asians like the mathematics of the world? No offense to your country or whatever..Well, offense to you just not your country." He told her while he looked towards the stage and wondered what stupid shit went down there when the drama kids came in. Was there actual crying? He couldn't handle acting....it'd freaked him out. "Good, if they are, I'm booking it out of here." He said waving the bottle at her as he stopped and took another sip from the bottle. It was incredibly refreshing for him.
Spencer looked at her hand and then looked at her. "HA! NO FUCKING WAY." He said as he cradled the bottle. "You wouldn't be able to handle it. Plus, I didn't put my ass on the line just so you could drink it. This is mine, get your own." He told her as he kept shaking his head. He was rather protective over his alcohol. It was pretty hard to get.
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