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	<title>A little bit of fan fiction to pass the time. &#187; asher</title>
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		<title>Sweep Me Away(Post 14)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 21:44:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jellynjam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Asher sat in Chem chewing on the end of his pincel, cupcakes long gone and another whole hour of school ahead of him.  He was lucky and was sitting at the back of the class next to the &#8220;experiment zone&#8221; where they got to play with all the chemicals.  But today they didn&#8217;t get to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rpstory.wordpress.com&blog=4117193&post=23&subd=rpstory&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Asher sat in Chem chewing on the end of his pincel, cupcakes long gone and another whole hour of school ahead of him.  He was lucky and was sitting at the back of the class next to the &#8220;experiment zone&#8221; where they got to play with all the chemicals.  But today they didn&#8217;t get to play with chemicals, today was exciting release forms and awesome instructions on lab safty woo hoo.</p>
<p><em>Just gimme my goggles and some chemicals and we&#8217;ll see what I can blow up this year.</em></p>
<p>Asher shifted in his seat watching the clock, the minut hand looked like it was compeating to be the slowest object in the universe.  And it was winning if he had any vote in the matter.  Glancing over to his right he saw his new friend, nose still in book.  Fai had refused to talk or pass notes during class, all the notes he had writen where stuffed in Fai&#8217;s backpack without a glance.</p>
<p>  He doodled in the corner of his &#8220;Chemesty Class Rules&#8221; paper that he was supost to be initialing.  Messy hair falling gently on saft angles, brushing against bold eyes.  Asher stopped as if woken up by what he was drawing and looked into the grafite eyes of Fai.  He had only seen them for a second but that was enough to embed the blazing blue into his memory, the grafite did nothing to bring out the blue.</p>
<p><em>Such odd eyes for a normal&#8230; </em><strong>BZZZZ</strong> The bell struck Asher from his thoughts and he hurredly stuffed everything back into his bag, swinning around he smiled at Fai&#8217;s book.</p>
<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s your next class?&#8221;</p>
<p>Fai sneard at Asher over the top of his book, &#8220;I already showed you my scedual&#8221; he got up and started walking out.</p>
<p>&#8220;Yeah yeah, I forgot.&#8221; Asher smiled fallowing behind.</p>
<p>Fai rolled his eyes, &#8220;Study Hall.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Perfect! I have gym lets skip and see if we can&#8217;t give you a makeover in the next 16 hours before school.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m perfectly aware that you have gym next but I&#8217;m not skiping study hall, if you want to leave, go.&#8221;</p>
<p>Asher pouted, &#8220;Common man we can go to the mall, eat, check out that new music store.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;There is a new music store at the mall?&#8221; Zoie chimed in.</p>
<p>&#8220;Woah, where did you come from shortie.&#8221; Asher laughed.</p>
<p>&#8220;I have study hall this hour, this is where study hall is.&#8221; Zoie pointed up to the Cafeteria that they where standing infront of.</p>
<p>Asher knowning he wasn&#8217;t getting anywhere with Fai turned his attention on Zoie, &#8220;We&#8217;re going to skip 6th period and give Fai a makeover!&#8221;</p>
<p>Zoie&#8217;s eyes lit up with an amused glint that creaped Fai out, but then Zoie&#8217;s face fell.</p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m taking Ashley to the mall for cheering up after school, girls only,&#8221; the glint came back full force &#8220;but dont worry Asher I&#8217;ll make sure Fai waits for you after 6th if you go to class.&#8221;</p>
<p>Music started to fill the air and kids started running in all directions.</p>
<p>&#8220;What is with that music and why do kids freak out whenever it comes on, I mean I know it sucks but why run in terror?&#8221; Zoie looked at Asher for answers.</p>
<p>&#8220;Its sweep music, if you don&#8217;t make it to your class before its over, you get put in with study hall only you don&#8217;t get to do anything but sit there and you don&#8217;t get credit for showing up to class.  So if you have a test, sucks to be you.&#8221;</p>
<p>Zoie glared and pushed Asher, &#8220;Then what are you doing just standing there, RUN!&#8221;</p>
<p>Asher stumbled forward into a sprint, at least the gym was around the corner from the cafe, he&#8217;d make it in time and avoide the Wrath of Zoie.  He burst thew the gym doors just as the horrable music stoped and the bell chimed.</p>
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		<title>Walking There (Post 7)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 21:14:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Asher let out a whoop and slung his arm around his new lunch-mate his chipped black nail polish contrasting harshly with the white of the button up shirt.
Asher dragged Fai to the large glass door at the end of the hall, &#8220;This exit is the fastest out to the street.&#8221;
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Asher let out a whoop and slung his arm around his new lunch-mate his chipped black nail polish contrasting harshly with the white of the button up shirt.</p>
<p>Asher dragged Fai to the large glass door at the end of the hall, &#8220;This exit is the fastest out to the street.&#8221;</p>
<p>Asher lazily lifted his arm off  the other boy&#8217;s shoulders causing Fai to immediately look less like a riled cat.  In a graceful motion he slipped his backpack off and started digging in the pockets.  Throwing random papers to the ground he pulled out an MP3 player and stuck one ear-bud in turning it on. </p>
<p>They walked to sonic Asher happy and humming, Fai dragging his feet thinking of ways to get out of it now that they were away from school.  Before either of them realised it they where at Sonic. Asher having gotten sick of the slow walk, the shorter boy had been determined to keep, gracefully swooped behind Fai and pushed him to a menu/speaker. </p>
<p>Asher immediately pushed the button and a few sec later a scratchy voice came on &#8220;Welcome to Sonic may I take your order?&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll have a Sonic Burger extra rare, chili cheese fries, large tots, large cherry lime-aid, and an Oreo blast.&#8221;</p>
<p>The scratchy voice came on again and repeated the order tagging on a &#8216;anything else?&#8217; at the end.</p>
<p>Asher looked about to list more food when Fai cut in &#8220;A large Pineapple shake.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Your total comes out to $25.30, thank you.&#8221;</p>
<p>Asher sat down at one of the umbrellaed tables and started to play with the holes in the table.</p>
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		<title>Friendly Intentions (Post 5)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 05:53:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jellynjam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The bell rang jolting Asher awake, he wiped off some drool with the back of his hand. He jammed his history book that was serving as his shield from the teacher into  his back pack.  As he slung his backpack onto one shoulder he turned to the kid behind him.
&#8220;Hey dude&#8230;..&#8221; but the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rpstory.wordpress.com&blog=4117193&post=9&subd=rpstory&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>The bell rang jolting Asher awake, he wiped off some drool with the back of his hand. He jammed his history book that was serving as his shield from the teacher into  his back pack.  As he slung his backpack onto one shoulder he turned to the kid behind him.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hey dude&#8230;..&#8221; but the desk was empty.  He scanned the room and spotted a white shirt and black unkempt hair walking out the door.</p>
<p>Asher ran up to him and patted him on the back roughly.  &#8220;Dude, thanks for saving me there, whats your name? Where you going for lunch? I woke up late so I didn&#8217;t pack anything, so I figure Sonic is pretty close.  We should go they have 1/2 priced drinks today!&#8221;  Asher looked expectantly at the shorter boy.</p>
<p>Asher was about 3 inches taller then him and obviously not in the same social group.  His slightly wrinkled semi tight black t-shirt with his favorite band in splattered letters across the top, striped red and black wrist band that went up to his elbow, black baggy jeans ripped in all the right places and scuffed converse finished off his look.  He looked very out of place next to this kid who was obviously some nerd.  But Asher was more interested in food then social circles and company would be nice.</p>
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		<title>Riseing with the chickens (Post 2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 19:40:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jellynjam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;BEEP BEEP BEEP&#8221; the alarm clock screamed with all its might trying to wake the ungrateful loaf in bed.  Just as it was about to give up with a whack it was put on snooze, again.
 
The lump on the bed rolled over, shifting the wad of blankets to reveal an unruly tuft of black hair.  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rpstory.wordpress.com&blog=4117193&post=6&subd=rpstory&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>&#8220;BEEP BEEP BEEP&#8221; the alarm clock screamed with all its might trying to wake the ungrateful loaf in bed.  Just as it was about to give up with a whack it was put on snooze, again.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The lump on the bed rolled over, shifting the wad of blankets to reveal an unruly tuft of black hair.  With a moan a boy sat up as the sheets fell down to the bed he groggily blinked at the clock that glowed &#8220;9:15&#8243; in pretty blue numbers. </p>
<p>&#8220;School!&#8221; he shouted and picked threw his cloths pile searching for something that smelled decent.</p>
<p>&#8220;Why didn&#8217;t you wake me up earlier?!&#8221; the alarm clock just glowed steadily back at him switching from 9:15 to 9:16.  With a sigh he ran his hand threw his hair getting stuck half way he grabbed a hat and rant out the door.</p>
<p>The school bus was long gone and he still didn&#8217;t have his driver&#8217;s licens so he ran. By the time he got to school it was well into ten o&#8217;clock.  2nd period would be almost over.  As he approached his locker a chime let him know he was right and the halls started to flood with kids.  He pulled out his history book and stuffed it in his bag.  At least it was the first day that means it was all rules and no work in every class. </p>
<p>He locked his locker and pushed threw the crowd of students.  He got into his class just as the final bell rang.  All that was left where seats in the front row, sucking it up he sat down in the front row closest to the wall farthest from the teacher&#8217;s desk and looked around the class. </p>
<p>Startled out of his daydreaming the teacher flipped off his hat with a glare. </p>
<p>&#8220;Hey! What&#8217;d ya do that for?&#8221; he asked trying to swipe back his hat</p>
<p>&#8220;Baseball caps are against the rules, I&#8217;ll be confiscating this,&#8221; scowled the teacher &#8220;What is your name?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Asher.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Asher you&#8217;ll be trouble I can tell, stay after class and we&#8217;ll go over the rules together.&#8221;</p>
<p>The whole class ooo&#8217;d and Asher just ducked his head wishing school was already over.</p>
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