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Post by Jenna*Braden on Oct 3, 2011 16:27:00 GMT -5
Sam
I walked into the cafeteria, keeping my eyes either down or ahead -- never directly at anyone. I wasn't necessarily hungry, just needed to look like I was doing something. I quickly bought some sort of small sandwich and sat down at a quiet table near the window, a few eyes lingering on my small scar. I was glancing out the window when a shadow came over my table.
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Post by Bliss/Cala/Daire/Edna on Oct 3, 2011 16:43:10 GMT -5
Edna
A sigh escaped me as I stood awkwardly in the cafeteria with my tray, glancing around the room. Everybody already seemed to already know each other, sitting in their cliques or groups at round tables, happily talking away. I guess that was the problem with being new, you didn't really know anybody. My eyes continued to scan the room when I caught sight of a guy moving across the room now, never once did he make eye contact with anybody and when I saw him sit down by himself, I figured I might as well as if I could sit with him. After all, it was better to sit with somebody than by yourself, right? Taking a breath, I slowly made my way over now until I was standing by his table, "Um, do you mind if I sit here?"
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Oct 3, 2011 17:46:14 GMT -5
Sam
The shadow belonged to a girl. With one leather-clad elbow still on the table, I managed to swivel around and glance up now to her. "Um, do you mind if I sit here?" she asked. Apparently, she was new as well. Unlike most of the people here, she seemed a bit like me -- without a place quite yet. Either that, or was just one of those socially awkward people who didn't make many friends. Turns out, I knew a lot of those people. I nodded and gave her a barely-there, polite smile.
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Post by Bliss/Cala/Daire/Edna on Oct 3, 2011 19:41:14 GMT -5
Edna
For a moment, I almost wasn't sure if he heard me or not. There was almost a beat of silence as he appeared to be staring at my shadow that casted over him before turning slightly in his seat to glance up at me now. He almost had a fierce gaze to me, I didn't know why though. Some times they say though that eyes were the window towards people's souls, but I didn't want to think that I made a judgement error in asking to sit with him. After what seemed like years had past, he just gave me a nod and the slightest of smiles. He was just trying to be polite, nothing more. Pulling out a chair, I slid into it and placed my tray down on the table now, "Um...thanks...I'm Edna..."
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Oct 3, 2011 19:45:41 GMT -5
I watched her as she sat in the chair across from me. A strange moment passed between us. Perhaps it was something. Perhaps it was nothing. Who knows, so early on. She spoke in pauses. "I'm Sam. Flynn," I said, nodding.
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Post by Bliss/Cala/Daire/Edna on Oct 3, 2011 19:48:42 GMT -5
Edna
My eyes had dropped towards the table as I awkwardly sat there. Perhaps this was a mistake, asking to sit with him. My fork shoved at the noodles on my plate now, thinking that he wasn't even going to answer me but then he proved me wrong, "I'm Sam Flynn," he replied now, easily enough. My gaze snapped back up towards him and gave the tiniest of smiles, "Are you new too?"
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Oct 3, 2011 19:53:39 GMT -5
I nodded, my eyes on her face. "Yeah...I got here a week ago." I said back, a telltale sign that I was relaxed. But she probabaly didn't know that. She seemed surprised that I was talking to her. Was it the scar? Maybe.
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Post by Bliss/Cala/Daire/Edna on Oct 3, 2011 20:08:31 GMT -5
I just smiled slightly, "Ah, so you already know how to survive here then," I replied now, glancing around towards the other people in the cafeteria situated within their little groups. Everything about this place was so different from home. My eyes flickered back towards him now, just noticing his scar for the first time, but I knew better then to bring something like that up, "So...I doubt you're here for the riding program."
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Oct 4, 2011 16:34:06 GMT -5
Sam
I almost laughed. "I've never been on a horse in my entire life," I admitted. "And, I don't, really. It takes a long time to feel comfortable at a place like this, I suppose," I added, my eyes friendly and inviting.
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Post by Bliss/Cala/Daire/Edna on Oct 4, 2011 18:59:56 GMT -5
When he commented on how he had never been on a horse in his life, I almost wish I had placed a bet on that, "I like horses," I stated absently, "They're like...freedom in a way and you don't need to worry about them hurting your feelings," I glanced back over at Sam now. His eyes were kind, I felt less intimidated by him already. A smile came to my lips now, "Yeah, especially if you already see yourself as an outsider. But I guess that's what Canterwood strives for, building yourself up from where you start."
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Oct 4, 2011 19:05:17 GMT -5
Sam Flynn --I Need You So Much Closer-- --I smiled at that. "I get that same feeling riding a motorcycle," I murmured, thinking for a split second how nice it was to actually make someone smile. I listened to her words intently, then shrugged. "That's the way most people see it. I mean, except for the ones who think they're already the best," I stated, glancing to the left at a group of three girls who carried themselves like they owned the place.
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Post by Bliss/Cala/Daire/Edna on Oct 4, 2011 19:11:33 GMT -5
I rested my cheek on my hand now, supporting myself up on the table as I listened to him talk, "You ride motorcycles?" I asked now, curiosity in my voice, "That sounds intense," I tended to think horses were fast enough, I couldn't imagine going from zero to sixty on a hunk of metal, "Were you allowed to bring it here?" I listened as he commented on my Canterwood statement before allow my eyes to follow his gaze towards three girls, "I hope I don't need to deal with people who think like that," I murmured, watching them walk and how they carried themselves, but I already knew I was going to have to, both in class and at the stables.
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Oct 4, 2011 19:16:20 GMT -5
Sam Flynn --I Need You So Much Closer-- --I nodded. "My older brother got me into it." I grinned softly. "I tried to get them to let me bring it, but no such luck. Maybe one day, though." I answered. Would it be too much to simply comment on how I got my scar? "It's how I got this-" I grazed the scar at my chin with my thumb. My voice sounded casual, as if it was no big deal.
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Post by Bliss/Cala/Daire/Edna on Oct 4, 2011 19:27:37 GMT -5
When he grinned, I couldn't help but to smile. I think it was the first time that I actually saw happiness on his face. That was true love right there, a boy and his motorcycle, very much like a girl and her horse. There was no competition in life for those things that make us happy, "You have an older brother? Does he go here too? And that's so not fair that I can bring my horse but you can't bring your motorcycle," I shook my head lightly. Adults were so difficult some time. I noticed his finger graze over his scar now as he spoke casually of it. A soft smile rested on my lips, "It gives you character," I replied easily enough, "It must have hurt though."
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Oct 4, 2011 19:31:02 GMT -5
Sam Flynn --Without You I Am Nothing-- --A moment of pause came between us after she had spoken, until I finally shook my head. "He's still with my dad in New York." It gave me character, she had said. Character that would scare the crap out of a girl walking down a dark street at night, my friend had once said. I laughed on the inside. "Only for a couple of seconds."
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