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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on May 5, 2008 17:19:31 GMT -5
Gabby shook her head. "I know that. But it was still bad, fortunately things are looking up for me" she said with a small smile. She couldn't help it, Gabby had been happy ever since Ryan had proposed and nothing was going to get her down.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 6, 2008 15:21:44 GMT -5
Michael ignored her, she had no idea what bad was. He hadn't had the worst possible life in the world, but he had been through much more traumatic events than a little cut from a sibling. While he didn't exactly want or intend to downplay her trauma, it annoyed him when people showcased it in a play for pity.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on May 7, 2008 16:20:48 GMT -5
Gabby sighed, recently she had been saying the wrong thing to everyone. She sat on the ground, wrapping her arms around her knees and resting her head on them. she was tired of it all, but she didn't know how to fix it. "I know 'I don't know what bad is" she said, repeating parts of their previous conversations. "But" she broke off, knowing that anything that came out would probably just land her in more trouble.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 7, 2008 16:24:41 GMT -5
Michael glanced over at Gabby for a second. "I'm not saying it wasn't traumatic or bad or anything, just that you can't use that single instance as a pity point, as proof of being worldly." He looked away from her. "You talk about it as though you're trying to prove something, and it really doesn't work for you."
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on May 7, 2008 16:33:16 GMT -5
Gabby shook her head mutely. She couldn't trust herself to talk and she felt glued to the spot. Her encounter with Vannah had made her more nervous and apprehensive with people she didn't trust.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 9, 2008 20:00:07 GMT -5
Michael could feel tension coming from the girl at his side, "I'm not going to attack you or anything," he said, rolling his eyes. "I have an opinion to express, and I refuse to hide it." He looked over at her through his hair, feeling as he did so like one of the heads of the more brooding rock groups he listened to from time to time.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on May 10, 2008 1:04:11 GMT -5
Gabby looked up at Michael. "Ever since I came here, being, well, me has caused so much grief. I've been in fights, daily visits to the hospital wing, new scars." She started bitterly. "I don't want that, it happens, and I can't seem to stop it. I don't trust myself anymore." Gabby was frustrated, she couldn't explain how she felt and she wasn't sure why she was explaining herself either.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 10, 2008 9:34:50 GMT -5
"Welcome to the real world," Michael said, "That's the way it goes, especially around here where everyone's got such issues. You just have a gift of grating on people's nerves, I suppose." Michael pushed a small grin to show he was kidding, even if that was only partially true. "It's practically offending to some of us that you're so happy all the time." He included himself in that, even though he had found some peace with Anna he still couldn't understand how someone could be so very happy all the time.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on May 10, 2008 12:33:50 GMT -5
"I'm not happy all the time" Gabby responded, her eyes darkening to show her anger. "Do you think I'm happy about the fact that I have more scars, do you think I'm happy that half the school hates me and do you think I'm happy that the only way I seem to deal with things is to make another problem, which makes me forget about the previous one!" Gabby spat. she rarely got angry but everything had just been bottled up inside of her recently, and it had just been waiting to spill out. "So I'm sorry, that if one speck of happiness comes my way, I might smile about it, and laugh with my friends." Gabby finished as she got to her feet and started to stride away from Michael. As she did, she was battling within herself to remain composed and not do anyting rash. Gabby took some deep breaths and slowed down a little. Then she stoped, waiting for Michael's reaction.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 10, 2008 12:41:25 GMT -5
"Well before you had those scars then yes, you were happy all the time, you thought it good fun to shoot spells at people older and more experienced than you, in my opinion they have every right to dislike you." Michael tightened his hands into fists, but stared determinedly out at the water. "You have no idea, some of us have more than a few scars to worry about."
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on May 10, 2008 12:52:54 GMT -5
"Then go and worry" Gabby said scathingly. "I'm not interested in the rest of the world at the moment. I've got problems closer to home." Gabby said, a little more quietly without turning round. She clenched her jaw and dug her nails into her soft palms, but she was frozen to the spot.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 10, 2008 12:57:44 GMT -5
"Well guess what, you're part of the rest of the world, whether you want to be or not." Michael stood and began walking back up to the castle, refusing to look at Gabby. He wanted to see Annabelle, it had been too long since he had seen her. Even if he understood that the school was large and they both had things they had to do, he hated not seeing her, and Gabby was just adding onto the stress that had started to build from it.
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Post by Gabby Brocklehurst on May 10, 2008 13:00:47 GMT -5
"Everyone can esapce" Gabby called to his back. Then she spun around and let the shadows of the forbidden forest envelope her. She hopefully wasn't likely to get found there.
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