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[aria hynes]

YOU'RE SO HATEFUL SOMETIMES
throwing punches at lies

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Creative Writing. One of her favorite classes.

All of her core classes were sooo boring. But Mr. G's class was the best. She enjoyed her electives a lot, she wasn't the best at Archery (you know, hand/feet coordination didn't help her hand/eye coordination), but Creative Writing was the one class that she got almost a hundred every semester. She loved it. She mostly wrote poetry, that she actually made into songs. She sat at her desk with a piece of notebook paper and her pencil in her hand. She needed some inspiration, some music. But, she wasn't sure if Mr. G would like her listening to her iPod right now. She raised her hand, "Mr. G, may I please listen to my iPod for some...inspiration?" Her American accent stuck out like a sore thumb. Mr. G was a great teacher and she loved the free writing time he gave them, and how laid back he was. He was also not the worst looking man around, it was kinda weird that she thought her teacher was attractive. But, whatever; basically every girl that had his class did.

She had titled her paper Write Me A Love Song. She liked to have a title before she started poetry, so she could bounce off that. She sat chewing her eraser, an awful habbit she had picked up in grade school, and just thought about what she would write. There were countless possibilities she could sing about this. There was no special guy at the moment, she had left her old boyfriend to attend highschool here. He was over a thousand miles away, and it wouldn't work. They still talked on the phone sometimes or emailed eachother. But nothin out of the ordinary. She frowned, she missed Jake Otsuki. He was asian, tall, and mysterious. She liked him, but not enough to keep up the relationship overseas. She didn't think he was that upset, he is pretty well put-together and would understand this. She would maybe go to college back in America, but nowhere near whre Jake wanted to go, probably.

Thinking about her ex gave her some ideas. She wrote accross the paper.

I sit here thinking of you.
Not knowing whether I should come back
When this is all over.

I don't know if this was real
I don't know if you care,
I don't know what to think.

[chorus]
Why don't you write me a love song?
To show me how you feel.
'Cuz I'm missin' you lots.
I love you.

She tapped her pencil on the paper, she needed more inspiration. She needed her music. She looked up at Mr. G. What would he say?

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It's decent, but not my best.

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[Aiden Gallagher]

Mr. G

Aiden Gallagher, necktie lose and hanging, threw his jacket across his desk only to have it land on his computer chair. His desk, although cluttered with everything imagined, was rarely used by the professor because of his interest in walking around the room to view each student’s work.

Messy, mahogany hair dropped below his hazel eyes as he looked down at the student before him. Every student, from the beginning of the class to the rear, were all in deep thought. He chuckled as the male student in the front row began to rhyme orange, only to have his mind straining to come up with all the possible ways to rhyme orange from a real word with an actual definition. Aiden knew when his students were struggling with their assignment because as the months passed, he began to understand each of their habits and different usage of words and actions. Besides, the male student beside him was leaning on more of the mathematical type who rarely used the right side of his brain. The notebook paper was disarrayed with other objects, including mechanical pencil and random binders. The song written by student, apparently a rap song, was written in sloppy handwriting, almost unreadable; but considering Aiden wrote the exact same, he was able to make out most of the word.

“I’m almost certain there is no real word that rhymes orange, buddy.” Aiden confessed, kneeling so that he may look at the male student from a clear view. “I suggest instead of writing a song about fruit, why not try a more subtle approach. Think of something you love, like basketball. Write about how it feels to score or even win.” His suggestion obviously made more sense than writing poetry about fruit because the athletic brute tore out a new notebook and began scribbling down terms that would fall under the sport category. Aiden only watched from the side, guiding the student along; feeding him ideas until he was able to express the rush of physical exhaustion on his own.

Mr. Gallagher nodded his head in approval and patted the student on the back with praise. Standing now in full height, he finished his rounds, helping each student as he either saw fit or it one needed. By the time he reached the front of the room, he saw one of his students raise her hand followed by a reasonable question. Immediately, his lips were drawn to a smile and eyes literally glimmered with excitement. With a sudden movement as he pointed a finger to the female student, Aiden spoke out loud. “Ah-ha! I like your style, Aria.” He snapped his fingers and jogged to his seat; searching through his disorganized mess, clearly looking for something as he had yet to answered the poor girl’s question.

“Class, you need to rest now.” Mr. G remarked, fishing out randomly a set of speakers. There might have been groans of reluctance, he wasn’t sure as the professor happily set up the set of speaks accordingly. “Why, you might ask? Because, I think Ms. Hynes has a brilliant idea that might get those creative minds of yours working.” Now turning to face his class, some with questioning looks, Aiden glanced at Aria specifically. “I have a favor to ask; with your permission. If you don’t object, I would like to hear some music from your I-pod. But you can say no, if you feel if I’m singling you out.” His voice thick with humor, jokingly added the last part; perhaps to ease the conscious he felt by asking Aria to listen to her personal Ip-od “You have permission to chuck your school bag at me, if you think I deserved it.”

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Side notes: I hope I did alright.

[patrick rivers]

CLOSE UP CAMERA ONE ,
the hero sings in this scene.

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creative writing. loved the subject , hated the class. the class was filled mostly with girls. why was the class filled with mostly girls? mr. g. the guy was laid back , never really clean cut , and all girls loved him. this frustrated him. that was probably why his grade was lower than a 'C'. chewing on the yellow part of his pencil , patrick sighed. this was terrible. there was not one ounce of inspiration left in his body. then patrick put the pencil down and watched everyone in the class. there was a girl obviously texting someone , two guys playing paper football , and then her. aria , always working. she wanted to listen to her music for inspiration. not a bad idea , but he needed silence , which he wasn't getting. that's when he started to massage his temples.

what ideas did he have. it was free write and he did have an idea that he had been working on. it was simple. patrick had created a small island with a group of characters. that's when he decided to work on a passage from that idea. sadly though , it contained mostly dialog. he got up and looked around the room. patrick didn't feel like editing his own work. he was terrible at it.

only a handful of the students were working and of course aria was one of them. moving over to where she sat , he kneeled beside. "aria , could you do me the favor of editing this?"

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tagged --
words count two hundred and fifty-seven.
outfit »»»
lyrics black cat » mayday parade.
notes this is terrible HORRIFIC! sorry :C
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[aria hynes]

YOU'RE SO HATEFUL SOMETIMES
throwing punches at lies

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“Ah-ha! I like your style, Aria.”

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She blushed, god she hated blushing. And she did it so easily! She didn't even like Mr. G like that, sure he was cute and....extremely attractive. But, liking a guy so much older was a crime and she was smarter than that. He was obviously excited and pleased at her question. “I have a favor to ask; with your permission. If you don’t object, I would like to hear some music from your I-pod. But you can say no, if you feel if I’m singling you out.” Oh wow, she didn't want to share her music with the whole class....what to say? "I have headphones, I wasn't hoping to share my music with the class..just asking permission." She told the teacher, "I'm just being curtious to the rest of the class. Some people need total silence to work."[/color] She smiled at the older man who taght the class.

She put her headphones in her ears and continued working on her song. Her volume wasn't up too loud, she could still hear the boy next to her, Patrick, ask her to edit his paper for him. He was her grade and her color, she new him somewhat and Aria thought he was kinda cute. She new him well enough to know that he hated to edit his papers, and he hated this class. She grinned and nodded, she took her right headphone and took his paper. She read over it, corrected all of his spelling mistakes. Wow, he was an awful speller. When she was done she turned to him, "Here, I corrected all of the mistakes like spelling and grammar; but your story is pretty good. I like this part here..." She pointed to the paragraph she liked and smiled at the boy. "The idea is great, but it's short. I think it needs more detail. She handed it back to him. She enjoyed reading other's work, especially guys'. They always had something interesting to say.
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[Aiden Gallagher]

Aria’s response obviously disappointed Aiden as she casually place her headphones onto her head, helping out another student who sought her opinion. Aiden merely sighed, and let himself fall to the chair behind him in a defeated manner. The class in front of him were all in their own little worlds; some thinking he couldn’t see their texting or secret game of football. He remembered what it was like to be a student and only wait for the bell to ring their dismissal for the day to end. But what he desired was not only to challenge their young minds, but to feed their passion for life. All too well, the teacher knew what it felt like to have life slipped by you and not once notice how too late it was to either accomplish a life long goal or something. He swept his fingers through his hair, a habit that either could mean Aiden’s head were filled with exciting ideas or his temper was struggling to keep under control.

The man lift himself, whether he should call the day good or allow the students free period. With the class not yet half over, the writing professor stared each student in the eye, even if they were focusing on other projects or still writing on their essay. The thought of calling it quits entered the young man’s mind more than once and it had sounded like a good plan to him. But with boredom written on each of their faces, his mind erased every idea that began with ‘Maybe this isn’t a good idea.’

“Class forget your assignment for a moment, please, if you would.” Aiden spoke and although the words may have sounded like a request, his voice gently demanding everyone’s attention on him. “Since many of you are not taking your essay serious, I thought it’s be more interesting to write them in your own time instead of wasting mine.” Mr. G was known for being fair and if someone managed in angering him, he could turn the situation where both he and the student would benefit. The writing professor’s tone was not either annoyed nor angered, but soft and comforting. “So tonight, you’ll finish this exact essay for tomorrow. But for those who have already finished, I want to congratulate you and wish you have fun.”

“Now,” He continued, ignoring the groans he heard from a few of the students and some ‘hurrahs’ who have already finished. “As many of you are aware of, at the end of the year there will be a project that will count as half your grade.” Aiden especially eyed at the same students he had last year, the same ones who had not done their final project and needed to retake his class. “This year, the theme will be ‘future goals’ and you can be creative as you want. I know some of you cannot think of what to do tonight let alone five or ten years from know. I just want you students to be prepared and chase after your dreams.” Aiden smirked than winked, no longer having that adult look who only wanted to lecture than hear students. “Alright -- for the rest of the class I would like to discuss some goals or dreams you have for the future. So that way you guys can brain storm for the year-end project. Any volunteers?” Aiden finally commented, looking out towards his audience who seem to be shocked at the information or thinking of a answer to his question.