Role Play Time! discussion

Taylor hurried in and scrambled to get to her seat, dropping her books on her desk as they began slipping from her arms.

Renée rolled her eyes. "Smooth, Taylor. Smooth", she said sarcastically, sliding into her seat.

Taylor responded,"Yep. I know. Hi Mrs. Smith!"

Emilie walked in the classroom 30 seconds after Renée and Taylor did. "Hi Mr.Smith." Emilie said with a gloomy voice. Emilie bebated weather to sit beside Taylor or Renée, knowing that they might tickle her. Finally she sat down beside Taylor knowing she would clue in not to tickle her unlike Renée.

((*debated))

Emilie took out her S.S. books and dropped her bag on the floor. She didn't know weather she should save the seat beside her for Braydon or not.

((*whether and the teacher is female!))

Taylor whispered,"Save a spot for Brayden. C'mon, Emilie. Give him a chance"

Renée nodded, as if on cue and added,"It'll be up to him whether or not he wants to sit with you, but you'll put him at a stalemate. If he sits somewhere else, he'll know that you'll hate him for it. If he sits with you, he'll know you'll love it"

"Ok fine" Emilie said while putting her backpack on the seat next to her.

((Hockey tonight!))

"You have to think, woman! When you like someone your friends can't always think for you!", Renée said.

Taylor nodded vigorously to show her agreement.

"So, when did you become the love expert?" Emilie asked teasingly.

Renée's mouth dropped open. "What?!", she asked, incredulous. She muttered,"I am not a love expert, Emilie"

Taylor turned and whispered,"Be quiet, both of you. Where's Braydon?"

Emilie became worried. What if he doesn't come? She thought. That would mean he is mad at me and his absence in class would definately be noted.

Mrs. Smith began to take attendance. "Emilie? Taylor? Renée? Brayden?"

Taylor and Renée chorused a quiet,"Present" but looked at the door for the no doubt, late Braydon.

Emilie said, "Present." And without thinking said, "Mrs.Smith, he might have been in the bathroom." It was not definite, although it was quite possible because they passed the boys bathroom on the way to class.

Taylor rolled her eyes. Sticking up for him. Really?

Mrs. Smith stared at Emilie before saying,"I will mark him as late nevertheless, Emilie. Now, class. Open your textbooks to pg. 68"

Emilie opened her textbook, annoyed that Taylor rolled her eyes she gave her a light kick under the desk.

As if Emilie was sending a message to Braydon she thought, please Braydon, you have to come. I'm sorry for what I did earlier. She knew it was pointless but it made her feel better.

Just to annoy her again, Taylor rolled her eyes once more before kicking Emilie back. Then she opened her textbook and began to work.

Emilie let out a sound between a gasp and a squeal, then quickly covered her mouth.

"Be quiet, Emilie. Braydon. You are late. May I ask why?", Mrs. Smith asked, gazing at Braydon sternly.

Renée and Taylor looked up briefly before dropping their gazes back down to their books.

Emilie wondered what Braydon would say. All she knew was that it was right to show up to class late than skipping class.

Taylor kicked Emilie lightly to catch her attention. "Do your work before Mrs. Smith catches you!", she whispered.

Emilie realized that wondering would not help anything. She opens her books and begins to read the questions and answer them.

Renée and Taylor finished and looked apprehensively at Braydon, awaiting an answer.

Emilie couldn't think straight. She looked at the paper, Why are the words all jumbled. She thought. Braydon's the one in trouble, not me.

Taylor whispered,"Need help? Because, you know, it isn't that hard..."

Emilie's cheeks grew red in embarrassment. "No I'll be fine." She said in response.

Emilie was glad Braydon was sitting beside her. She felt more secure.

"Hey." She said to Braydon. "Sorry about earlier."

Taylor rolled her eyes. Pathetic.

Renée snapped,"Hurry up! Braydon, pg. 68!"

"We'll you don't need to be so harsh." Strikes Emilie, coming to Braydon's defence.

"We are already behind because of you, and in case you didn't notice, Emilie was crying because of you", Taylor retorted.

"Now sit down and hurry up. We don't need a dilemma at the end of the day", Taylor said as Mrs. Smith cleared her throat for Braydon to sit.

Emilie knew every thing that Taylor said was true. Yet for some reason she couldn't stay mad at Braydon.

"Oh for Pete's sake! If you want to be like that, fine! I'll move, happy?", Taylor said, losing her patience at Braydon and grabbing her books, she moved to the seat near the back.

Renée paused, unable to decide whether or not to stay at her seat or follow Taylor.

"Ugh, could this day get any worse?" Emilie mumbled hopelessly.

"Nice choice in names, but I think she would rather prefer fairy princess." Emilie joked knowing Taylor would hate her for it.

Taylor glared daggers at Emilie and muttered,"I'll get you back, Emilie. And you, Braydon"

Renée decided to move with Taylor and on her way to Taylor, she tickled Emilie subtlely and smacked Braydon lightly.

Mrs. Smith cleared her throat. "Please hurry, Braydon and Emilie so we can continue with today's lesson"

Emilie quickly scribbled down answers and finished the work. She leaned over to Braydon and quickly but quietly whispered the answers in his ear.

Renee muttered,"Emilie's cheating..." Taylor nodded. "Don't do anything. We have to let her go through the "30 day period head over heels in love" apparently. At least, according to Life With Boys"

Emilie turned around to see Taylor and Renée snickering and thought, I'm going to kill them when we get out.

"Braydon!" Emilie whispered, " Stop looking at the clock, remember what happened to the last person that was seen by the teacher ?"

Emilie held Braydon's gaze and smiled back. "I guess your leaving class now?"

"because remember, Mrs.Smith wanted to meet with you after class. If you want I'll stay with you and I could defend you and maybe I could see my potential as a layer and......" Emilie got distracted by the look on Taylor's face and gave her a look saying, wait till this class is over. Then gave her a mischievous smile.

(( sorry for the double post ))

Taylor rolled her eyes at Emilie. Renée whispered,"When the bell rings, bolt for the door. Braydon's got detention, and Emilie definitely stay with him, so we'll just get out of the school before they do"

Taylor whispered back,"Don't you think Emilie will be a bit mad at us for ditching her?"

Emilie smiled at Taylor and Renée. Wondering what they where whispering about, she scribbled down on a piece of paper and threw it at them.

Taylor snatched the paper, quickly read it, with Renée hovering over her shoulder. Then she raised an eyebrow at Emilie, glancing every so often at Mrs. Smith.

Emilie smiled back then snatched the paper and wrote on it : what are you doing after class?

Taylor began to scribble a reply back down, but mid sentence, Renée grabbed the piece of paper, crossed out Taylor's words and promptly began to scrawl a different reply down. When Renée passed it back to Emilie, the note was like this:

Pour

Why? Are you staying with Braydon after class?

((Social Studies is the last period))

Mrs. Smith detained Braydon with a firm hand on his shoulder. "You, young sir, are staying behind for being unusually late"

Taylor and Renée bolted out the door, Taylor only stopping to throw Emilie an apologetic glance at her before rushing out after Renée.

Emilie stood awkwardly beside Braydon.