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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 21, 2009 13:10:21 GMT -5
It was another first day of school. The whole thing was tedious, but necessary if their family wanted to reside in different places -- which they had no choice to do. Jasper had lost track of how many times he graduated, and had gone through the same cirriculum. He did for Alice though . . . because she enjoyed coming. Repeating the same grade was not half as frustrating as being around several humans for several hours a day. Every second he was here, he was struggling to control himself . . . not wanting to go back to the way he was, and knowing that it was not impossible for him to. Even with all the support he had from his family, it was still difficult for him to endure the scent that each human gave off.
Jasper was sitting at his desk, next to Rosalie since Alice was not in this class . . . unfortunately. At least he had someone who could distract him -- or at least try to. It was the same every school they went to, every class they entered . . . the stares they recieved. Rosalie loved it, he knew that much, otherwise she would never come but she greatly enjoyed the attention. Jasper on the other hand, hated it. But it was inevitable.
"And why don't you two introduce yourselves."
Jasper looked up at the teacher. He had been ignoring everyone else's introductions, and he really did not want to go up to the front of the class and spend 5 minutes talking about their past. The only thing they had decided was that him and Rosalie would be twins . . . both with the last name Hale. He was fine with that, but it was the details he did not want to share. He wished Rose would just go by herself, then she could have even more attention since everyone would only be looking at her, and not him too.
He looked at her, waiting for her to go up but from the way the teacher was looking at him, he knew she expected him to go up as well. Reluctantly, he would. But he would follow Rosalie, not wanting to be the first to bound up and run up to the center stage.
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Post by Rosalie Lillian Hale on Apr 22, 2009 15:07:51 GMT -5
---Rosalie Hale smiled brightly and tilted her head to the side to better display her features to the class. She reached over and grasped Jasper's hand to make sure he followed her up there. It would NOT do to have others looking at him over there while she was up front speaking.
---"Hello." She said brightly in her wonderful voice. Every guy leaned forwards and some girls looked down at their desk, apparently feeling very small next to someone like Rosalie.
---"My name is Rosalie Lillian Hale, and this is my elder brother but a full hour, Jasper . . . .Whittington Hale!" Rosalie gave him a random name since most Cullens did not use middle names. "We just move here. We live with our aunt, her husband and two others just out side of town." Rosalie pulled Jasper closer to her since she still had his hand and wrapped her arms around his one arm. "Jasper and I have lived with her since we were eight. It's just us mostly." She let the dramticness of only having an elder brother as family before looking up at Jasper.
((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP; and Google.)) |
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 22, 2009 18:09:21 GMT -5
Whittington? Did she honestly just call him that? Had Jasper been more concerned about what people thought of him, he would have said something. But he did not care. He just wanted this introduction to be over with, but all the other students had taken several moments, and judging from the expressions on the male student's faces, they looked as if they could stare at Rosalie all day. He listened, not realizing that the story could have gotten worse than Whittington, but it did. They could have kept this short and simple, but apparently, Rosalie wanted to go into full detail. Oh dear . . . . . . .
Jasper could stand here and sulk, or he could join the conversation and have some fun with this. He had been spending far too much time around Emmett. “Our father could no longer support us. His lumberjack business was declining,” he said, trying to hold back a smile. If she was going to initiate this preposterous, detailed story, he would take part in it. "But we have always had each other," he said, pulling her slightly closely, to demonstrate to the class the close sibling relationship they had. Or were apparently, showing they had.
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Post by Rosalie Lillian Hale on Apr 23, 2009 9:17:43 GMT -5
---Rosalie's smile was forced and her eyes widened slightly a moment. Their cover was important! What she said here today would be the story they passed around forks! Rosalie decided she had to warn him in a 'sisterly' way. . . .
---Rosalie stomped her aldo brand shoe down on Jasper's foot. Let the class think he was just trying to annoy his sister and she was bickering back. She hoped it hurt! "Jasper is just teasing you. Our father was a banker and he died a long time ago. He was very successful." Rosalie glared at him before smiling back at the class. "Jasper is just at that rebelling teenage boy phase." A few class mates giggled at that.
((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP; and Google.)) |
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Post by Jasper Hale on May 7, 2009 11:11:03 GMT -5
OUCH! Jasper did not move. He was rather certain there was a hold in his foot now though, however . . . he remained stationary as he continued to listen to Rosalie's ridiculous story. And even further went on to say that he was in his 'rebellious stage'? Jasper? Rebellious? He probably sounded horrible for joking about his father when Rosalie said that he had died . . . if Jasper cared about what the class thought of him, then he would tried to remedy himself. But instead, he was having fun teasing Rosalie.
"Rose," he said in a serious voice as he slightly turned to face her. "We do not have to be ashamed." He put his hand consolingly on her before turning back to the class. "Our father was very successful, yes, but . . . " He paused as if trying to be dramatic -- it was his way of teasing Rosalie. And at least it was a distraction from the scent that filled this room. Jasper had been spending too much time with Emmett to even participate or encourage this silly cover in this way. "He was a gambler. He lost a massive amount of money to gambling and before long, owed too many lone sharks large sums of money. That was why . . . he killed himself." The class was filled with gasps and looks of sympathy. Jasper could feel the sympathy and shock from everyone, especially the teacher.
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Post by Rosalie Lillian Hale on Jun 1, 2009 15:21:26 GMT -5
---Rosalie's death glare would have made anyone run, anyone but her stupid big brother who had the common since of human! What was he doing! TRYING to get him self killed?! Because if that was his goal she would KILL him and give him his wish. Rosalie knew only one way to shut him up. "Jasper, dearest." She used part of the nickname she knew Maria had called him. She called everyone dearest, the freak. "Did Maria teach you to lie like this?" There! Let him get mad and silent and let her get back to her plan!
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Post by Jasper Hale on Jun 7, 2009 13:55:44 GMT -5
Jasper could feel her anger, and it only forced him to hold back laughter. Finally. The perfect distraction. He would just block out all the scents . . . of the humans . . . that were staring at them . . . no no! Laugh at Rosalie's anger. He continued to laugh on the inside, since talking about what they were was no laughing matter to those who actually believed it.
Oh. That was low. He held back a glare. He would glare at her later. He knew they would have a lot to say to each other later. But bringing Maria in to this . . . that was going a bit too far. Jasper remained silent for a few moments. If Rosalie was going to play like that, he would humor her. He looked at the students. "Maria was our father's mistress." He paused, attempting to sound as sincere as possible. He hated saying her name, for it reminded him of his past with her, and though it was something he could never truly forget, it was something he did not wish to talk about.
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