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Kiora sat up groggily, rubbing her head. She glanced down, jerking her eyes back up to the roof as an intense wave of vertigo washed over her. She was eight feet in the air, her head only a few inches away from the high cielling of the library. "Again?" she whispered, flopping backwards onto the strong-smellin
g ceder shelf. "God damnit, how am I supposed to FUNCTION when this keeps happening?"
Dylan set down his book and looked around suspiciously. When he came into the library he was the only one there, even the librarian was gone. But hadn't he just heard a whispering noise. "Hello?" He asked, getting up and searching around the shelves. "Anyone here?"
Kiora's whole body seized up. She was frozen, shocked, and just a little scared. What would someone think if they saw her up here? What would it do to her Father's image? Slowly, carefully, she drew her legs closer to her, trying to become invisible... But even that slight movement realized a rather sizeable cloud of dust, which silently, deliberately, made it's way down around Dylan.
"Ah-Ah-ACHOOOO!" Dylan's body heaved forward with the force of the sneeze, his glasses flung off his face onto the floor. "Oh, crap." He squinted at the ground, was that them around the corner? He kneeled down and grabbed them looking up as he rose. On top of the shelf right beside him was... "A girl!" He stepped backwards ramming into another shelf, knocking books to the ground. "Uh...oh." He quickly picked up the books and stuffed them onto the shelf while stumbling through words." Uh... Excuse me...but, what are you doing... you know... on a shelf?"
"... What's that? A shelf? I am not on a shelf," Kiora said, matter-of-factly, swingly her legs off the side and beginning her climb down. "That's right, Ki, just keep denying till you get to the floor. Then you can run," She reminded herself, knowing full well that this plan was probably not going to work. "I'm not on a shelf at all. Actually, I think you are imagining this whole thing!"
"B-but..." "How do respond to THAT? What's the matter with this girl?" Dylan shook his head, "I... You... Well, whatever." He blushed and looked away, noticing he could completly see up her skirt. "Ahhh... If you don't want to tell me that's fine." He mumbled and started edging away along the shelf. "I was... just a little curious."
Kiora touched daintly onto the floor. "Well, I assure you, it has been a pleasure to meet you, Dylan. Now, I must be off to my dorm for a bit of a lie-down. My watch says classes ended quite a while ago... Anyway... Umm... Vote Johnsons for Mayor of Johnsonsville- We got the name, we'll win the game!" she chirped, and bolted for the door. It remained closed and locked as she collided with it, sounding off a resounding --thunk-- as she crumpled to the ground. The 'please use other door' sign above her semi-concious head seemed to mock her as she moaned quite stupidly on the ground. "Owwwwww..."
Yentelmithar, currently trying Yentel as a nickname, peeked out from behind a bookshelf, unreasonably proud of herself for actually realizing something was going on. Perhaps not so unreasonably - she'd slipped off into that black spot again, apparently for some time. "Are you all right?" She asked Kiora, who was the only one she could see from her position.
"Nnnnng," Kiora replied, in too much pain to think of a better answer, and far too embarassed to run. She lay there, hand on her forehead quite dramatically, trying to think of some way to regain her dignity and flee from the scene.
Yentel looked back at the book she had been reading. It did not look helpful. She wondered why she had been reading it. It looked awfully boring. In fact, it looked like - no, that was the sort of thought that got her in her little black space, and she didn't want to go there right now.
Now, what had she been doing before? Something about nnnnng. Nnnnng? What kind of word was that? Oh, yes, that girl on the floor. Yentel crossed the library and offered her hand to help Kiora up.
Kiora took the hand and pulled herself up. She straightened her skirt, fluffed her hair a bit, and gave a slightly nervous version of the winning smile that had been on billboards throughout the city for years. "Thanks!" she tried to chirp brightly, but instead moaned it rather half-heartedly.
"No problem." Yentel assured her, and wondered what to do next. Then enlightenment dawned. "I was reading it for school!" She remembered.
"Reading what?" Kiora said, a slim spark of curiosity welling up within her. She liked books... They were easier to deal with than people.
"The Essential Aspects of Electrons: A Contemplation of the Identification of Negatively Charged Particles. I have nothing against physics, but I don't fancy reading a thousand-page book on what an electron is."
"Oh..." Kiora whispered, feeling quite embarassed that a thousand-page book about electrons seemed riveting to her. "Oh, may I ask what your name is? I feel rude for not introducing myself, but it hardly seems neccessary anymore..."
"Why not? I don't know your name." Yentel - no, Yentel really wasn't a very good name, she'd try for Telmith, maybe - asked. "I just know you as the girl who ran into the door. I'm Yentelmithar Antumi, and if you can come up with a usable nickkname out of that, I shall be deeply in your debt."
"... Can't just call you soemthing generic... Like 'Stacy'? You look like a Stacy. More so than you look like a Yentelmithar Antumi," Kiora said, sighing. "And I... I'm Kiora Johnsons, daughter of the Mayor of Johnsonsville.
"Pleased to meet you." Yentelmithar told her, considering the idea of going by a nickname completely unrelated to her real name. Hmm. Stacy. Staples. Metal. Gold. Element. Atoms... Telmith began zoning out, and this time she did not catch herself.
"Maybe Milly. Like Mithar, only not manly," Kiora said. "And not a random word. It's a name. Ye.... Yentelmithar? You ok?" She leaned forward tentatively, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Um?"
Telmith started back to the real world when Kiora touched her. Oh, blast, she'd done it again. It was starting to be a real problem. "Sorry. What were you saying?" She asked.
"Ahhhh..." Dylan thought about going over to see if everything was alright, but he almost imeditly talked himself out of it. There was another girl there helping her so it wasn't a big deal. "Sorry. What were you saying?" The second girls voice drifted over. Dylan looked up quickly, before grabbing a book from the shelf. As he headed back to his table, the room started to blur. "Sorry. What were you saying?" Dylan whipped around and ran over to them. "D-did you just say that twice?"
"Say what twice?" Kiora said, turning around slightly. She raised an eyebrow at the boy, looked a little flustered, and then said, quite unpoetically: "Oh. You."
"You being who?" Telmith asked.
Ummm.... Dylan" He blushed and looked at the floor." Dylan MacFrellon..." Dylan turned to Telmith "B-but, did you just say that twice? The thing where you apoligized and asked what she said?"
"Nope." Telmith told him. "What were you saying, anyway?" She added, turning back toward Kiora.
Kiora exhaled frustratedly. "Nothing. Nevermind... Just... Oh, my god! I have a press conference in a few minutes!" Her voice caught awkwardly in the back of her throat in between the 'oh' and 'god'. She cleared it away with a dainty cough, and curtseyed. "Again, pleased to meet you. I'll see you around!!" She carefully pushed the door open, and then bolted away at top speed.
"Well..." Telmith commented, looking at Dylan for lack of a better object of focus. Not that he was a bad object to focus on, but she wasn't quite sure where else to look, and she had a feeling that if she looked at him long enough he'd say something.
It was at this very moment that the gorgeous Paras Guadalupe, Spanish Heart-throb of J.W.A.G.Y. breezed into the room, scanning for any females. He was searching for, of course, his date to the big "Fall Ball" school dance in two weeks. He was determined to take a total hottie, but one airheaded enough not to make any fuss or mess with his plans. "You, girl! Why haven't I seen you around here before?" he called out in his silky voice, tossing his hair and staring Telmith in the eye.
"Because I haven't been here." Telmith told him. She wondered why he wanted to know. She wondered if he knew everyone here. She wondered if it was possible to know everyone here, particularly as it was a school. Students going in and out all the time... She did a minor glazing-out, one of the ones she'd been doing all her life, rather than the more recent ones that tended to take her to her workshop.
"Well dizzaaaaam!" Paras purred, peering at the girl in front of him. "You ain't half bad! How's about goin' t'the Fall Ball with da hottest bro in this whole little ska-hool?" He ran a hand through his hair, grinning with each puke-worthy gangsta speak term that spilled from that perfect mouth of his.
"Excuse me. What did you say?" Telmith asked, wondering if he spoke a different language. That dizzaaaaam really made her wonder. But then again, he'd said 'Fall Ball', which probably meant it was a vague form of English, but then again, he might think it was a name. On the other hand, his first statement had been quite clear, but it might be the only English he knew, and he might not know what it meant. It was very difficult to tell, really. Maybe she should repeat herself more slowly, in case he was a beginner...
Paras let his voice drop to a low, more understandable Spanish -accented one. "I asked if you would like to come to the Fall Ball with me." He winked and smiled his charming little smirk most charmingly.
He did speak English! Or at least, it was probable that he did. "No, thank you." Yentelmithar told him. "Maybe next year."
"... You can't TURN ME DOWN!" Paras spat, rolling his eyes. "It's just not what girls, especially new girls, do! Don't you know anything!?! I'm the hottest of hot, so you HAVE to go with me!"
"But I don't want to. I don't intend to go to the Fall Ball at all." Telmith told him, wondering why he was so upset. She didn't think she'd done anything wrong. "I need to study." She held up The Essential Aspects of Electrons: A Contemplation of the Identification of Negatively Charged Particles in her defense.
Maybe it was the fact that this was Paras's first rejection, or maybe it was something he had for breakfast, but he just... Snapped. He no longer wanted skinny, blonde cheerleaders who were easier than a 4-cent hooker. He only want this wonderful, beautiful creature who called herself Yentelmithar... He wanted... A challenge. "I... I... Dang, yo..." He babbled unintellegibly, shrugging his shoudlers and reaching towards her with a desperate air. "But... but..."
Maybe he didn't know English after all, Telmith mused. It certainly seemed to be failing him now. "But?" She prompted helpfully, glancing at Dylan in hopes of interpretation.
"Please, girl-thang, ya gotta go with me! I'll die if you don't go wit' me!" Paras lunged forth and grasped her hand in his. He stared into her eyes with his own soulful ones, giving his greatest puppy-dog stare of ALL TIME.
And here was another argument for his comprehension of the language, set unfortunately scarily. Yentelmithar backed off. "Thank you, but no." She said firmly. "I intend to spend it studying."
Paras looked as though his heart had been run through with a seizuring rabid weasle. He, god of J.W.A.G.Y., had just been rejected for study time... "Please, look, I... The Ball is in two weeks... Are you sure I can't somehow convince you between now and then!? I got'sta have ya! I'd... I'd do anythang! Anything ya wants, chickarita!" he said, his voice quite high pitched and desperate. He looked so weak and defeated...
"What's a chickarita?" Telmith asked, curious and carefully ignoring the rest of what he was saying. If she ignored it, maybe it would just go away, and she could get back to... ugh. Dizzaaaaam or The Essential Aspects of Electrons: A Contemplation of the Identification of Negatively Charged Particles? Tough call.
"A sexy female under the age of eighteen," Kiora said, walking into the library. She grabbed a hold of Paras' ear with practised ease. "They've been looking for you in detention, young man! Get your butt over there and out of my sight- And don't you dare even THINK about talking to Yenty again!!" This unusual burst of boldness was followed by the manly, manly scream of Paras as he was flung from the library .
"But I LOOOOOOVE HERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Came the soft, echoing call from some distant point.
"Hello again." Yenty commented, watching the comatose Dylan. And thinking, in the drifting-off sort of way, but not dangerously so. Or rather, not in the will-drift-off way. It may well be dangerous for Dylan. But it was his own fault for being comatose. Maybe he should have a hair cut...
Dylan snapped back to reality. Whenever guys like Paras were around he had the strange feeling of being incredibly invisible. "Ahhh..... I kinda... hate guys like that..." he whispered to himself, turning away, heading back to his book pile.
Meribel slumped over her notebook in the detention room, brainstorming a new plan for breaking the frogs out of the science lab. Her last one had failed, obviously, it was why she was in detention. She glared at the supervisor, there is no way she was gonna let the 'Man' keep her down. Meribel jolted out of her mental raging only when she heard a yell from down the hall. Pulling a strand of blond hair from out of her face, she craned her neck, longing to see what was going on.
The train of thought that followed the speculation about hair cuts led Yenty into another daydream (it was really a bad day for this, but then, it had been ever since she started school... odd, that, but food for other thought...), this time that led to her workshop.
Just for fun, she began building the school, in great detail, and soon found it rushing along without her assistance. So she let it go, watching the walls grow, and then began drifting through them. She found a girl in the detention room, with straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and a generally nerdy look. Yenty had never glimpsed her before, but she still managed to look familiar... it was niggling at the back of her mind when she found herself looking at the library again.
"Excuse me." She said to no one in particular, and left for the detention room to see if the girl existed, glancing at the clock as she did so. Five seconds ago she had started drifting off... but that couldn't be right. It had taken at least a minute for the school to grow enough for her to float through it.
"Ug. You are SO right, Dylan... Paras is a horrible person. He definately deserves to be single and alone for the rest of his life!!" Kiora said, her face flushed and angry looking. "I would give anything just to see him crying miserably in a corner..." Kiora's wish was not far-off from the current truth. Paras was devasted, miserable... He did not take rejection particularly well.
Yenty peered into the detention room, insatiably curious. Sure enough, inside was a girl. And she was blonde. And she may well have blue eyes, although as she wasn't currently looking at the door, it was difficult to say. But this girl wasn't wearing the same clothes as the other one, nor was she emitting nearly such a nerdy aura. Yenty watched a little bit, wondering if she would look up.
Dylan spun around to face Kiora,"Ah... You heard that did you?" He shuffled awkwardly, 'Wasn't this girl trying to run from me a while ago? She sure seems to change her mind about people quickly.' He glanced around,"Umm... I should check out my... books!" Dylan blurted, pointing behind him.
The girl in the detention room (who is, if you hadn't guessed it already, Meribel) looked up from whatever she was doing as Yenty was about to turn back toward the library. So Yenty paused. It was the same girl as the nerdy-aura one from her workshop - without the nerdy aura, looking completely different, and with an entirely different style of movement, but it was the same girl. Meaning... what, exactlt? Yenty composed an alibi and pushed the door open.
Kiora really only ever got this way when talking about Paras... Suddenly, she was no longer shy... She was a creature of pure hatred, passionate dislike, and long strings of curse words. "Oh... Books, yeah. I can do it for you," She said, the topic-change making her shy all over again. "The librarian seems to have run off, and I have an administrator account on the computer... Umm... Yeah," She scurried over to the desk and signed in. "Bring them here."
There was a small sneeze from outside the library door, barely audible, followed by a frantic opening of the library door. A single boy looked on from outside, very confused, as a short blonde girl, with brown eyes and a black-and-white striped headband, darted into the library, her eyes a bit wide. For a second after slamming the door behind her, she scanned the library, then got that look on her face that a person would get if they really had to sneeze. The blonde ran behind a few shelves, hiding from view, and a few more sneezes rang across the library like shots. Jayne, the girl, now sporting wavy red hair, green eyes, and about five more inches cowered behind the bookshelves, trying to stay out of sight.
Kiora stared at her, awed and a little confused. "Are... Who... I didn't see you come in..." she said, raising an eyebrow. "Who are you?"
Jayne looked up and saw Kiora. She knew her from her father-a little hard to miss. She doubted Kiora knew herself. "Sorry, I've been here a while," she said, figuring that Kiora didn't see her change.
Meribel did look up, but then noticed a face at the door, it was a girl. Probally not the one who shouted before, that was definitly a male voice. But why would anyone be starring in the detiontion room. Not like there was much to see.
"Then where did that Blonde Girl go, who came in just a moment ago?" Kiora's authoritive voice filled the library. She leaned over the counter and stared interrogatively at Jayne. "And why haven't I seen you around school before? Are you new here?"
"If I'da known I was going to play 20 Questions I would have brought the game with me," Jayne shot back. "We've probably seen each other around... I'm easily forgetable." Her defiant look dared Kiora to ask her more questions about that comment. Thankfully, her nose wasn't itching anymore-it had been since this morning, which it sometimes did before another attack-although some were more random. "And I thought I saw a blonde walk by me a few seconds ago, if that's what you're wondering."
Kiora sat down, rathered embarassed by the outburst. "Well then, just come tell me if there's anything you need," she said, tucking her hair behind her ears and smoothing her skirt. "And please walk next time you enter the library."
"Uh-huh," Jayne replied, scratching her nose and not even thinking about it. "I'll see you around." She walks out the door the blonde came in. The guy she had left behind, who was still standing there, stared at her, confused-he recognized the shirt. He also recognized the fact that it was about a size too small on this much taller girl. He wisely decided not to say anything. Jayne the redhead looks back into the library, the doors closing as she still looked in its direction. She felt wierded out by those people-something about them... Jayne shook her head and walked down the hallway.
Telmith (who was beginning to think she liked this appellation) entered the detention room and, seeing no one but the girl she had been watching there, sat down. "Hello." She said, not sure where to go from there. What did she want to know, anyway? 'Do you go around my daydreams as a nerd?' Not likely.
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