chapter oo2
Room 501 (History with Mrs. Cooper); October 26th;
1:48PM
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Room 501 (History with Mrs. Cooper); October 26th;
1:48PM
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Eyes the color of ash looked up from the paper it was staring at. It was blank, but it
shouldn't be. He can explain Marco Polo's journey in full-detail, but...at the moment, he wasn't even sure
who Marco Polo is.
Andy couldn't keep his mind of the Hockey team. He looked around him and saw some of his team mates, but
they were dozing off. He was worried, and couldn't concentrate. Stiffly, he held his pencil so tight that
it broke. He was poked on the back.
"Hey, are you okay?" a voice said from behind.
Slowly, he turned his head and put on the best smile he could. He did not like acting or feeling this way;
nor did he want anyone else to assume that Andy Desmond, the cool, manages-to-do-everything-right Andy
Desmond, is on the brink of losing his sanity. His smile was met with arched eyebrows and blinking
gray-blue eyes. "Y-yes, I'm fine." Andy managed to squeak, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
"That was the third pencil you broke, y'know." the girl behind him said calmly. Tucking a lock of golden
hair behind her ear, which was pierced in 4-different places, she crossed her arms over her desk. Her voice
turned to a whisper. "Hey, listen," she began. "I forgot to read my textbook, and I have no idea what we're
supposed to write. You look smart. Help a bud out?"
"Uh," Andy looked at her dumbly as she fiddled with her notebook, tore a page out, and turned to him
expectantly as if he already agreed...but that's a given. Everyone knows that Andy'd agree to help you;
it's just a matter of you asking (as his cluster of friends won't let "losers," as they put it, go near
him). "Sure. Um...write your name first, I guess." he scratched his head and turned his chair towards hers.
Stealthily, he caught a glimpse of her purple-penned writing, and numerous doodles.
"Baylie Taylor..." Andy said to himself. His eyes fell on the drawings and things on her notebook, desk,
bag and any other surface she could have gotten her hands on. There was a picture of Johnny Depp's
character on almost all her notebooks, and a small robot-doodle. It was cute. "You write like a girl." he
mused, unknowingly saying it out loud.
Her head jerked up. "And what if I do?"
"N-no, I meant...uhm, y'know, with the hearts dotting your I's and whatnot. Nothing...it's just a thought."
he rambled on as Baylie finished writing the date. She saw him shift in his chair with discomfort before
clearing his throat.
"So, let's begin. We're ordered to write about Marco Polo's journey. He's a traveler from Venice who was
born in the mid-1200's. He traveled from there to China. He went through a huge plateau called the Pamirs,
and across the Gobi Desert..." Andy watched Baylie's pen, with a small troll-figurine glued at the top,
shook and marked her paper. He then realized, Just a while ago, I couldn't even remember a thing about
History. What happened?
He decided not to dwell on the subject when his arm was poked by Baylie's pen, signalling him to continue,
and not go off to lala-land just yet. He did just that. "He had 17 years of itinerant service to Kublai
Khan--" he paused as she looked at him confusingly. "--He was a Mongolian leader," Baylie's mouth formed an
O and nodded, scribbling away. "And after that, he decided to return home by sea, passing through Persia,
then finally back to Venice.
"He wrote a book, actually, it's called 'Book of Marco Polo'," Baylie snorted at the unoriginality. "and he
wrote it longhand throughout his travels. It's about the things he's seen, but he exaggerates sometimes.
What's so important about is is that modern researchers can get an idea of how China was then, as well
as--" he was interrupted by the bell, signaling the end of class. He looked at the wall-clock and sighed,
"2 o'clock...1 more hour before the first set of try-outs..."
Looking back to Baylie, who was hurriedly writing everything down, his mind temporarily drifted to
her.
While he's not exactly cocky, Andy wondered why she wasn't...'idolizing' him somewhat. For the past
6-months of his highschool-senior year, she had been sitting behind him. Girls like Windi or Marie would
definitely kill to be in her seat. But the fact that Baylie bothered to notice him only now
is...intriguing. Or perhaps insulting. He's not sure how to feel at the moment.
And somehow, when Andy looks at her...
Baylie slapped her pen on the desk upon finishing the notes, and stuffed the abused piece of paper in her
bag. She got up, slung her bag around her shoulder and winked at Andy. "Thanks bud." she smiled, sliding an
earphone to her ear. Baylie patted Andy's shoulder as she passed, and met up with her friends by the
doorway. A fairly tall, skinny male looked at him behind large sunglasses, before walking out of
sight.
...When Andy looks at her, all his troubles aren't as important. He assumes that it's the reason for him
forgetting about the try-outs so suddenly, and being able to recall the whole History lesson...since he
didn't read the textbook either.
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shouldn't be. He can explain Marco Polo's journey in full-detail, but...at the moment, he wasn't even sure
who Marco Polo is.
Andy couldn't keep his mind of the Hockey team. He looked around him and saw some of his team mates, but
they were dozing off. He was worried, and couldn't concentrate. Stiffly, he held his pencil so tight that
it broke. He was poked on the back.
"Hey, are you okay?" a voice said from behind.
Slowly, he turned his head and put on the best smile he could. He did not like acting or feeling this way;
nor did he want anyone else to assume that Andy Desmond, the cool, manages-to-do-everything-right Andy
Desmond, is on the brink of losing his sanity. His smile was met with arched eyebrows and blinking
gray-blue eyes. "Y-yes, I'm fine." Andy managed to squeak, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
"That was the third pencil you broke, y'know." the girl behind him said calmly. Tucking a lock of golden
hair behind her ear, which was pierced in 4-different places, she crossed her arms over her desk. Her voice
turned to a whisper. "Hey, listen," she began. "I forgot to read my textbook, and I have no idea what we're
supposed to write. You look smart. Help a bud out?"
"Uh," Andy looked at her dumbly as she fiddled with her notebook, tore a page out, and turned to him
expectantly as if he already agreed...but that's a given. Everyone knows that Andy'd agree to help you;
it's just a matter of you asking (as his cluster of friends won't let "losers," as they put it, go near
him). "Sure. Um...write your name first, I guess." he scratched his head and turned his chair towards hers.
Stealthily, he caught a glimpse of her purple-penned writing, and numerous doodles.
"Baylie Taylor..." Andy said to himself. His eyes fell on the drawings and things on her notebook, desk,
bag and any other surface she could have gotten her hands on. There was a picture of Johnny Depp's
character on almost all her notebooks, and a small robot-doodle. It was cute. "You write like a girl." he
mused, unknowingly saying it out loud.
Her head jerked up. "And what if I do?"
"N-no, I meant...uhm, y'know, with the hearts dotting your I's and whatnot. Nothing...it's just a thought."
he rambled on as Baylie finished writing the date. She saw him shift in his chair with discomfort before
clearing his throat.
"So, let's begin. We're ordered to write about Marco Polo's journey. He's a traveler from Venice who was
born in the mid-1200's. He traveled from there to China. He went through a huge plateau called the Pamirs,
and across the Gobi Desert..." Andy watched Baylie's pen, with a small troll-figurine glued at the top,
shook and marked her paper. He then realized, Just a while ago, I couldn't even remember a thing about
History. What happened?
He decided not to dwell on the subject when his arm was poked by Baylie's pen, signalling him to continue,
and not go off to lala-land just yet. He did just that. "He had 17 years of itinerant service to Kublai
Khan--" he paused as she looked at him confusingly. "--He was a Mongolian leader," Baylie's mouth formed an
O and nodded, scribbling away. "And after that, he decided to return home by sea, passing through Persia,
then finally back to Venice.
"He wrote a book, actually, it's called 'Book of Marco Polo'," Baylie snorted at the unoriginality. "and he
wrote it longhand throughout his travels. It's about the things he's seen, but he exaggerates sometimes.
What's so important about is is that modern researchers can get an idea of how China was then, as well
as--" he was interrupted by the bell, signaling the end of class. He looked at the wall-clock and sighed,
"2 o'clock...1 more hour before the first set of try-outs..."
Looking back to Baylie, who was hurriedly writing everything down, his mind temporarily drifted to
her.
While he's not exactly cocky, Andy wondered why she wasn't...'idolizing' him somewhat. For the past
6-months of his highschool-senior year, she had been sitting behind him. Girls like Windi or Marie would
definitely kill to be in her seat. But the fact that Baylie bothered to notice him only now
is...intriguing. Or perhaps insulting. He's not sure how to feel at the moment.
And somehow, when Andy looks at her...
Baylie slapped her pen on the desk upon finishing the notes, and stuffed the abused piece of paper in her
bag. She got up, slung her bag around her shoulder and winked at Andy. "Thanks bud." she smiled, sliding an
earphone to her ear. Baylie patted Andy's shoulder as she passed, and met up with her friends by the
doorway. A fairly tall, skinny male looked at him behind large sunglasses, before walking out of
sight.
...When Andy looks at her, all his troubles aren't as important. He assumes that it's the reason for him
forgetting about the try-outs so suddenly, and being able to recall the whole History lesson...since he
didn't read the textbook either.
The rest in the results! And the poll question~
"So...how was History?" Sandra asked nonchalantly as she
entangled her fingers with Jake's.
They skipped along the hallway. The period before departure is the best, because they have the same class
together.
Baylie shrugged and replied with a, "S'been better. I didn't read my textbook and we had this paper to
write about Marco Polo. I swear I was going to die, but then there was this guy who kept breaking pencils,
so I poked him, and was like, 'Hey, you okay?' and he was like, 'Yeah, I'm okay' and I didn't believe him,
but I didn't care enough to press the issue." Baylie shrugged again after finishing her ramble. Her two
friend stared at her, to which she whined, "Whaaaat?"
Jake butted in. "I think that guy you were talking about was Andy Desmond."
"Who?" Sandra and Baylie chorused. The tall teen looked at them dumbfoundedly, sort of to ask: 'How could
you not know him?' Sandra understood and jokingly added, "We're anti-social, babe, you're our only
connection between the outside world and me and Bay's little circle!" Upon saying 'circle', Sandra and
Baylie formed the said shape with their index fingers, drawing on the air. Jake sighed.
"He's the hockey team captain, among other sports." Jake helpfully said. "I'll be seeing him in about an
hour. I told you guys I wanted to join, right?" The two nodded. "There you go. He's like...the popularity
God or something. It's amazing you guys didn't even notice."
"We never notice hockey bullies." Baylie whispered. Sandra put out her hand in a high-5, which Baylie
took.
"He's not a bully," Jake protested. "If you knew him, you'd say he's the nicest hockey bul--I mean, captain
ever!"
Baylie sighed as Sandra untwined her fingers with Jake's. "Listen," Baylie began. "If you have that
much of a crush on him, then go on, join the hockey team. We'll be there to support you. But we will
not pay for the hospital bills when the time comes that those pencils he broke with his hand...will
be your neck." Then, Baylie and Sandra chimed together, "Love you Jakey!" before rushing to their classroom
and leaving the teen standing alone.
The tardy bell ringed noisily as he slowly followed them in.
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entangled her fingers with Jake's.
They skipped along the hallway. The period before departure is the best, because they have the same class
together.
Baylie shrugged and replied with a, "S'been better. I didn't read my textbook and we had this paper to
write about Marco Polo. I swear I was going to die, but then there was this guy who kept breaking pencils,
so I poked him, and was like, 'Hey, you okay?' and he was like, 'Yeah, I'm okay' and I didn't believe him,
but I didn't care enough to press the issue." Baylie shrugged again after finishing her ramble. Her two
friend stared at her, to which she whined, "Whaaaat?"
Jake butted in. "I think that guy you were talking about was Andy Desmond."
"Who?" Sandra and Baylie chorused. The tall teen looked at them dumbfoundedly, sort of to ask: 'How could
you not know him?' Sandra understood and jokingly added, "We're anti-social, babe, you're our only
connection between the outside world and me and Bay's little circle!" Upon saying 'circle', Sandra and
Baylie formed the said shape with their index fingers, drawing on the air. Jake sighed.
"He's the hockey team captain, among other sports." Jake helpfully said. "I'll be seeing him in about an
hour. I told you guys I wanted to join, right?" The two nodded. "There you go. He's like...the popularity
God or something. It's amazing you guys didn't even notice."
"We never notice hockey bullies." Baylie whispered. Sandra put out her hand in a high-5, which Baylie
took.
"He's not a bully," Jake protested. "If you knew him, you'd say he's the nicest hockey bul--I mean, captain
ever!"
Baylie sighed as Sandra untwined her fingers with Jake's. "Listen," Baylie began. "If you have that
much of a crush on him, then go on, join the hockey team. We'll be there to support you. But we will
not pay for the hospital bills when the time comes that those pencils he broke with his hand...will
be your neck." Then, Baylie and Sandra chimed together, "Love you Jakey!" before rushing to their classroom
and leaving the teen standing alone.
The tardy bell ringed noisily as he slowly followed them in.
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opinions and suggestions about the story. If we have a typo, or you have an idea for the story,
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