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Post by kendra on Feb 28, 2011 17:25:24 GMT -5
 
Kendra Whitley, despite how nice she was tended to find herself at the receiving end of many jokes. A sweetheart in many aspects, she tried to get along with anyone...and she tried to see the best in everyone. Though as positive as she tended to act, she was far from the most secure girl in school. She wasn't blond...extremely tall or flawless, she was no daughter of Aphrodite. It seemed the only way she could hope to have anything romantic wise was if she lowered her standards...and by lowering them of course meant not having any.
That wasn't something she could ever do, no matter how strong her desire to just be wanted was. She wanted love...she wanted to know what it felt like to have someone only care about her. But for now it didn't seem like it would happen any time soon. She was a virgin, a fact that couldn't be said for most of the students at Xavier high. Call her old fashioned, but did in fact want to try and wait until marriage. Her parents...her adopted patents, they had raised her right and she may have been different than most kids, but she wasn't ashamed of that.
For example...most kids, they couldn't get out fast enough after the bell rang and class was over. Her stepfather was the choir teacher and she instead of leaving nearly every day she went there. He most days left rather early as well but he trusted her enough to leave her with a key, and if he wasn't there she'd lock the room up before leaving. Kendra hummed to herself, sitting on the piano, her brown eyes scanned the empty room.
This was by far her favorite class...and her favorite room, that wasn't because of her stepfather. It was nice having him as a teacher, but the worst teacher in the world could have been the choir instructor and it'd still be her favorite. That's just how much she loved singing. Not that she'd be caught performing outside of the group. She had been encouraged to take solos, to be in the musical but she was afraid honestly.
She watched American Idol...people who thought so highly of their voices always turned out to be horrible. Singing wasn't something she wanted to be judged on...she loved it so much and she did it for fun...if something ruined that...she honestly didn't know what she'd do. She pursed her lips, pondering for a moment before she slide off the piano. Stepping lightly across the room over to the stereo system... Adjusting the volume a bit, she hit the play button and on came the song that had last been playing.
Along with the piano, her stepfather had managed to get a hold of quite a few songs with just the music playing...sure they were technically made for karaoke but it helped with practice and a lot of the others preferred to sing more modern stuff. This song however was the original, need you now by Lady Antebellum. She smiled to herself, turning back around and going back to the piano. Hoping back up to where she had been sitting only a few moments ago, she grabbed the notebook beside her and set it in her lap. Singing along with the song playing in the background, she did her best to do that and work on her homework.
other speaking, other speaking.
you speaking, you speaking.
thinking, thinking
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Post by zach on Mar 1, 2011 16:41:37 GMT -5
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It wasn’t so hard to talk your way out of detention when the teaching giving it to you was the detention instructor for the day and your aunt. Amy Dyer was Amber Monteith’s sister, and probably one of the nicest teachers at Xavier High School. She taught eleventh grade English and had a reputation for ignoring the use of cell phones or gum chewing or any other “illegal” activities going on in class. But when she had caught her nephew kissing Santana Rivera before class, she had no choice but to write out a detention. It wasn’t like they were having sex or making out, but PDA was against school policy and in front of so many people, she had to do it. Of course, it was the last class of the day, so Zach waited for everyone to file out, before the detention students came in to quickly talk to his aunt. She seemed uncertain, but she agreed to rip up the detention slip and acted like nothing had ever happened. Zach grinned and hugged his aunt and thanked her before zooming out as a fellow football player, Beau Turner, stomped in grumpily.
He was free! Zach grinned and pumped his fists victoriously into the air before putting all of his things into his locker and scooping up the shreds of pictures of him and Bella he had destroyed yesterday and carried them to the trash can and dumped them in. He was done with Bella Rose. Done hating her, done loving her, done thinking about her, done with everything that had anything to do with her. She had hurt him, yes, but he wasn’t going to let that run his life. Or try not to. He wasn’t getting very far with screwing around with some of Xavier’s hottest girls, but it was all he could think to do. It was the only thing that made him feel better, and not for the act of doing it, but the petty reason of having everyone else know about it. Having them all know that Bella Rose hadn’t got him down and he was better than ever without her. No matter how much he did miss her, he knew he was better off and this was just something he had to do.
Shouldering his bag, he moved down the now empty hallway, pleased with himself. Maybe he’d call up Gabe or Todd or Brad and have some people over. They could watch movies and play video games and pig out…Honestly, to him, much preferable over having Santana rubbing up on him or making out with Bridget. They were gorgeous, yes, and they were fun, but there was more to life than sex, and that was something Zach understood better than most guys his age. He’d rather hang out with his friends than go on dates with slutty girls. Everything with Bella had only proven that his friends were the only reliable people on Earth. Gabe and Todd had done wonders with sticking up for him and they were all always there to cheer him up, to listen, or get his mind off of things. It was easier to forget about Bella when he was kicking Gabe’s ass at Flash Flash Revolution than sticking his tongue down some hottie’s throat.
As Zach walked, something else caught his attention. Singing from the choir room…A beautiful voice. Zach paused and after a moment’s hesitation he walked into the room, finding the familiar Kendra Whitley. “Oh hey, sorry…” he said, suddenly feeling like he shouldn’t have walked in, like he was disturbing her. “You uh…Have a really pretty voice so I just thought I’d see who it was…”
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Post by kendra on Mar 1, 2011 17:44:57 GMT -5
Issues and insecurities, it was all part of being a teenager. No one was perfect yet it felt like their was this unspoken rule that everyone had to try to be. To be perfect or as close to it as they possibly could be. Kendra wasn't a daughter of Aphrodite and so she didn't posses their natural beauty or charm...she didn't know who her godly Mother was...but it was obvious that the goddess of love wasn't it. She knew that she couldn't very well compete with girls like Bridget Evans or Bella Rose. She knew this and yet being a girl it was hard not to wish that she could.
Her looks were unique...she supposed that was the best way to describe it. She wasn't overly tall and she was about average weight. Her tan skin and her features itself not what you'd see on every girl. Of course there were her flaws too, like some would say her nose is a bit too big and she'd probably agree. She wasn't the prettiest girl, but she was one of the nicest. Too bad high school wasn't judged by inner beauty...
Her step parents always argued on that fact, telling her that she simply didn't give herself enough credit. It really was very sweet, but she knew better than that. She was their daughter, they had to complement and think highly of her. She did love them, but the things they said, about her anyway, nine times out of ten she couldn't believe it. That was another reason she was so self conscious about her singing.
All the solos would be reserved strictly for her shower and her car..and occasionally when she was alone. Right now for example. Yes class had just gotten put but most students left as soon as they could, while the rest... She didn't expect anyone to come down here any time soon. Though she was trying not to be too loud, a little louder than the music itself...but enough so that no one would hopefully hear her. Either way, she wasn't exactly on the lookout because the other half of her attention was focused on the notebook in herlap.
English homework, they were studying Shakespeare...and it seemed she was one of few people bot totally sturuggling to understand what was going on. Of course that had to do with the fact that she had willingly read nearly every piece of his work. She found his stories interesting and his writting style was simple to understand once you got used to it. Right now it was her favorite, Romeo and Juliet.
The sound of footsteps should have been heard, but somehow she missed it..in fact she didn't notice someone else there until he was speaking. Gasping, the notebook fell from her lap and hit the floor with a loud thud. Ohh, umm sorry. I didn't realize anyone was there He had about given her a heartattack and her flushed cheeks only shoved proof off the that. Slidding off the piano, she smoothed out her skirt before leaning over to get her notebook she had dropped. Of course his next comment nearly made her freeze again. She had forgotten she was singing until he reminded her accidentally. You really think so? I think I'm horrible, It's why I like doing it alone She said honestly because she didn't think she was good at all.
other speaking, other speaking.
you speaking, you speaking.
thinking, thinking
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