Post by Peyton Howard. on Dec 29, 2008 22:58:28 GMT -5
Peyton, who had previously been in an self-induced coma, gurgled somewhat to life when a new girl came to sit next to her.
"Wha-?" she began, temporarily blind-sided by the foreign accent, and then completely distracted by the girl's outfit, "oh my God!"
After her exclamation, she immediately did the sign of the cross; conscious of the fact that she really shouldn't be taking the big Man's name in vain.
"You are so pretty!" she told the Italian enthusiastically, bug-eyed and impressed in traditional Peyton style; completely missing the point.
"Ahem," she coughed slightly, gathering herself, "uuuhm, no. We're issued our own, but I guess yours must be on the registry or something if you're new. Go ask Kennedy dude, he's our tutor."
Her attention, which had been short lived anyway when she began doodling hemp signs at the corner of her paper, was stolen again when somebody that she would hazard to guess was Elliot, took the seat on the other side of her.
"Elliot!" she gasped, almost sobbing in happiness now. The spaz had been dying in super tedious boredom; what sparse brain cells she possessed, disintegrating from the pressure of having to think so much. She was being dramatic, of course, to compensate for the over-silence and the project she wasn't likely to finish.
Peyton made to hug the other girl, the relief she felt overwhelming, but curbed her excessive joy in the next moment.
"Oh, you look sad again," she pointed out; proving that despite her smoke addled mind, there was still something worthwhile living in there.
"Wha-?" she began, temporarily blind-sided by the foreign accent, and then completely distracted by the girl's outfit, "oh my God!"
After her exclamation, she immediately did the sign of the cross; conscious of the fact that she really shouldn't be taking the big Man's name in vain.
"You are so pretty!" she told the Italian enthusiastically, bug-eyed and impressed in traditional Peyton style; completely missing the point.
"Ahem," she coughed slightly, gathering herself, "uuuhm, no. We're issued our own, but I guess yours must be on the registry or something if you're new. Go ask Kennedy dude, he's our tutor."
Her attention, which had been short lived anyway when she began doodling hemp signs at the corner of her paper, was stolen again when somebody that she would hazard to guess was Elliot, took the seat on the other side of her.
"Elliot!" she gasped, almost sobbing in happiness now. The spaz had been dying in super tedious boredom; what sparse brain cells she possessed, disintegrating from the pressure of having to think so much. She was being dramatic, of course, to compensate for the over-silence and the project she wasn't likely to finish.
Peyton made to hug the other girl, the relief she felt overwhelming, but curbed her excessive joy in the next moment.
"Oh, you look sad again," she pointed out; proving that despite her smoke addled mind, there was still something worthwhile living in there.
