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Post by Ashley Shay on May 21, 2013 12:37:55 GMT -8
 I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------Ashley sat at the kitchen table, books strewn all over and papers messily thrown this way and that. She was an excellent student but the girl was extremely messy and it was a wonder that she could find any of her homework or notes. She tried to find her calculus notebook, the one with all her notes and formulas but her mind was running a million miles and she just couldn't concentrate. Dakota wasn't home yet, she didn't know what he was up too but it was probably for the best because if he was that meant she would have to talk..Not that she didn't love talking to her brother but she knew her emotions were a little wacky at the moment and he would be able to tell. Maybe he would come in calm and chill so she could feed off his emotions, calming her own.
This secret of hers was eating her up and she hated not telling her brother but she knew how disappointed he would be. More than disappointed. He would be downright furious. He had agreed to bring her along with him, take her away from the craziness that was their mother and she had blown it by.. She didn't even want to think the words. She didn't want to admit it to herself and did not want to admit her own stupidity.
She sighed as she ran her hand through her long hair, her eyes staring into space, willing all her problems to go away. But she knew it would never be that easy and she also knew she couldn't keep up the lies for much longer. She was safe for now, but her own guilty conscious was eating away at her and she didn't know how much longer she could take it. For now though she had to keep up the charade, just for a little longer. She had a life to live and it started with trying to do her calculus homework. She certainly didn't want to fall behind in school, not at a time like this and she didn't want to spend all night doing her homework either.
She looked down at her watch and wondered where Dakota was. She had skipped cheer practice that day because her mind was just all over the place so she hadn't seen him after school. She knew he really disliked coaching the football team but he was dedicated despite how bad they were and he could have been helping the poor guys. Or maybe he was tutoring someone. it was always funny to her that he taught Mythology considered they were.. well kind of a myth themselves but she knew how much he loved to teach and she was glad when he got the job and was able to get away from his past back home.
"Oh great, I have Mythology homework as well," she muttered out loud, her eyes going down to her bag. It would be pretty bad to fall behind in her own brother's class.. She really needed to get things together, she was too good of a student to be acting like some ditsy girl.
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Dakota Shay
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Post by Dakota Shay on May 21, 2013 14:49:49 GMT -8
DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW ( party like a rock star ! )C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?
There was something about knowing you had an evening to look forward to that made the rest of the day a bit more exciting than it might have been otherwise. Not that Dakota was the sort of person to spend too much time focusing on something completely outside the scope of the moment, but there was some sense of anticipation of the evening. His paperwork was all properly disposed of.
He swung back by his office after practice to make sure that was it, locked the last of the bloody paperwork in his desk, shot off a text to let the school know the job was done - really, it had been done for a while, but he figured mentioning that fact was probably counter-productive at this point - and headed back out.
Days off work were distinctly unexciting in his life, most of the time. They were generally filled with all the mundane things he could never find time for otherwise. Things like hauling all his clothes to the laundromat so he didn’t have to come in naked to work next week - while the football team was unconventional, he had a feeling that one would go down badly.
Although the look on the superintendent's face might just be worth any disciplinary actions. Things like swinging by the supermarket to pick up food. The kind you could cook in a microwave without worrying about actually cooking, but also the kind that tasted like real food despite the microwaveable state of it all.
Truth be told, Dakota could cook a decent, though entirely unexciting, meal if he absolutely had to - but he lived in the United States of bloody America. Why the hell would he cook if he wasn’t starving and entirely unable to get to any packaged food or a restaurant of some sort? Actually days off were generally pretty boring if he didn’t have anyone round to liven them up. He picked up a phone call from Rachel, who expressed her usual concern over his general state of existence and urged him to behave to some degree - to which he assured her he was always well behaved, which was a lie.
He'd been in a bit of a hurry to get home when all was said and done. He'd had a long day at school, the weekend was coming up, and he still hadn't taken the guitar out of his trunk that he'd purchased more than two weeks ago. He'd been wanting to try it out. He drove at a clip, slightly over the speed limit, but this town wasn't exactly swarming with police so he didn't worry about it. It was nearly sunset by the time he pulled into the driveway. Wearing a watch was pointless on a football field, so time often got away from him.
He gathered his things out of the trunk and headed into the apartment. "Ash, you home?" For all his psychic ability, his sister was one person he couldn't read. Maybe he didn't want to. He set his things down in the living room and made his way into the kitchen where, somewhere amongst a sea of books and paper, he saw his sister sitting at the table. "You look swamped. Want any help?"
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Post by Ashley Shay on May 21, 2013 17:31:39 GMT -8
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ The young girl looked up as she heard the front door open and the sound of her brother waft through the apartment. She couldn't help but smile and though her nerves were a little strung out, she was glad he was home. They had always been close and when their father had up and left he had stepped up for her and acted like a father. That didn't mean they didn't fight like siblings normally did, but she appreciated her brother more than some sisters might. With that said she couldn't help but give him an exasperated look, minus the irritated.
"Of course I'm home. You do know what time it is right?" She smiled though, knowing her brother was probably hard at work... If he had been doing other things.. Well she didn't want to know it. Even before he had walked through the door she was able to turn her empathy off like a switch almost because she had years of practice with him. Unless he was furious about something or extremely upset, she was able to deflect his feelings without too much trouble. She looked down at the table and laughed, nodding her head as her brother sat with her.
"Well yes. You could un assign all the homework you gave. And you could do my calculus work. And..." She gave him a cheeky smile as she stood up, giving his shoulder a pat. "While you do all that, I'll make us some dinner. Pasta okay?" If it were up to Dakota they would either eat out all the time or eat microwavable food. It wasn't that he couldn't cook, she made his cook sometimes, but she knew he had a long day and it was no problem for her to do so. It also gave her a chance to not be exactly in front of him where he could see her face and body language. She was afraid she would give something away and he would pester until she finally broke down. She wasn't ready for that. not yet.
"So how was your day? The boys doing any better with your coaching?
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Post by Dakota Shay on May 21, 2013 19:56:46 GMT -8
DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW( party like a rock star ! )C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?
There were still dozens of boxes to be unpacked in the kitchen to truly make it functional, but he kept putting it off. The last thing he wanted to do was spend hours sorting through cutlery and matching china patterns. If only he could just wave his hand and make everything put itself away. However, this wasn't Harry Potter and things didn't work that way. He decided to set aside time this weekend to do it, otherwise he'd probably put it off forever. "Hammer time?" He scoffs. "I have no idea. If I wore a watch it would just get broken."
"I never actually expected you to do the homework. You live here. I already know what you're capable of." He considered her math proposition with a sigh. He'd never been fond of the subject, although he was adept enough to get by. It was one of the reasons he was enjoying assigning homework. It was a small revenge for all the years he'd spent on the receiving end. "There are two ways to approach this: The first is to be smarter than everybody else. The second is to be stupider than everybody else, but persistent."
He took a pen out of his pocket and slid her papers forward. As h ----> 0 lim (e4 eh - e4) / h = (e4 e0 - e4) / 0 = 0 / 0 , indeterminate form. Another approach is needed. Let f(x) = ex. The given limit may be written as follows: as x ----> h lim (e4 eh - e4) / h = lim (e4 + h - e4) / h = limit [ f(4+h) - f(4) ] / h which is the definition of the first derivative of f(x) = ex at x = 4. Hence as x ---> h lim (e4 eh - e4) / h = e 4. Unless someone was planning to be a scientist, he didn't see how this would possibly be used in the real world. "Pasta sounds great." He set about tackling the complex world of mathematics. He appreciated the fact that she was cooking, it meant he didn't have to. Though it would've been no trouble to order a pizza or go out, sometimes it was better this way.
"Have you seen those kids? They're a disaster. One has rage control issues, and if Salvatore is anything on the field like he is in a classroom, there won't be any teams left to compete against. The kid's Dahmer in miniature. They need a psychiatrist, not a football coach. So no, it's not going well."
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Post by Ashley Shay on May 22, 2013 15:59:33 GMT -8
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ "Very funny goofball."
She gave him a smile as she moved a few boxes out of the way to get to the stove. She had unpacked a few things so she could actually use the kitchen but they still had a long way to go. If someone else was looking in they may think the two didn't want to live there the way they had boxes strewn all over the apartment. Neither of them had taken unpacking seriously but she knew they would eventually need to get to it. They couldn't live out of boxes forever.
"I was kidding, I don't want to be the girl that gets away with things just because her brother is the teacher." She glanced over to the table as she broke the spaghetti into the water, seeing her brother actually doing her calculus homework. She shook her head, knowing she would have to go over it again anyway. Her brother was smart but it wasn't as if math was his best subject. She thought it was sweet that he was actually doing it though. "I prefer to be smart; not necessarily smarter than others but certainly not stupid and persistent." She chuckled under her breath as she slid the garlic bread in the oven, setting the timer for their food. She didn't mind going out to eat but sometimes it was just easier to fix something as simple as pasta. She was no gourmet chef but she certainly knew her way around the kitchen enough to kept them both well fed.
She could hear the frustration in her brother's voice and she knew how much he really wanted to be able to coach a group of talented players. But sometimes she thought he expected a lot out of them and it had to be hard for them, trying to act like teenagers.
"Well what do you expect? This town is full of feuding vampires and werewolves, witches that either use their powers for good or bad and all sorts of other kinds of creatures. They are trying to live normal lives after all." She tried to give them the benefit of the doubt because she had inadvertently felt their emotions before; the ones they wanted others to see and the ones they were actually feeling. "Then again, they could just be really bad you have no hope." She laughed as she put their pasta in bowls and pulled the garlic bread out, preparing it just the way he liked it. She gathered her mess and moved it in a more neat pile and served the food.
"There you are my good man. My famous pasta from a box, sauce from a jar and bread from a bag. The combination will sure to amaze you." She sat down and smiled at her brother but as she really looked at him all the nervousness she was feeling earlier came flooding back. They had it really good and were living a good life. She couldn't mess that up now. She couldn't change that. She pushed her food around without actually eating it, at a sudden lost for words.
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