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Post by Sister Teresa Walters on Apr 4, 2011 19:31:30 GMT -5
Teresa Walters clutched the doorknob of the rather shabby classroom, a bit scared, if she was being honest. It was weird that when she asked the faculty members of Jane Addams Academy where the glee club practices, they answered her with an uproar of laughter, one that lasted for a good seven minutes. That was until that kind janitor showed her the direction of the room. She was informed beforehand that the club didn't particularly get a budget, so the chances that they had an auditorium were next to zilch, but she figured they would have had a proper choir room.
She couldn't have been more wrong.
As she turned the knob and pushed the door open, noise burst out from the crevices, as though a large firecracker had gone out. Tons of chattering, screaming, and a random slur of words that made no sense to the nun filled her senses, and all she could do was muster up strength not to be pushed down by it all. She closed the door and headed up to the front of the room, clearing her throat to be heard. Clearly, they didn't hear. She cleared her throat again, but the noise was just too overpowering. Deciding on a different approach, she took a piece of chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard in large, bold letters, causing a loud shrieking with each stroke until the group was now silent, their eyes fixed on her name.
Sister Teresa Walters.
Finally, they were quiet. But the eyes that studied her were more horrendous than anything. "Good afternoon, everybody. I am Miss Walters. I will be your new glee club director. How is everybody doing?" As she spoke, her voice keeps the same energetic tone, and a smile still constantly lingering in her face. Hopefully, she was making a good first impression on the group, but she didn't know exactly how wrong she was.
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Post by Aaliyah Williams on Apr 5, 2011 9:49:24 GMT -5
Sitting at the back of the room, slumped down on her chair and her boot-clad feet propped up casually upon the wooden desk in front of her, Aaliyah Williams seemed to be the only quiet figure in the room. Playing with an old lighter, flicking it open and closed repeatedly, a bright orange and blue flame appearing and then disappearing before her eyes, the slim sixteen year old looked nothing short of bored with her surroundings.
While those other bitches cawed and squawked in each others' faces like fat pigeons, the girl seemed to ignore it completely. She was sitting just a little away from the "tough" kids, and though it seemed like she was being excluded because she was the quiet and withdrawn type, that wasn't necessarily the case. The fleeting glances often cast in her direction between conversations said it all - there was fear there, as well as contempt. Being the new girl, and knowing that the rumors of her reasons for being at Jane Addams only made her look on with a hint of pride. Aaliyah's composed lounging made he seem like a dark and mysterious queen perched on a cushion in the middle of the banter.
It was only when a shrill scraping sound of chalk against a board met her ears and made her wince, that the girl's gaze flickered towards the person standing before them and addressing them now. The silence that had filled the room was intense for a moment. Flicking the lighter over with a snap and tucking it into her pocket, it was Aaliyah who spoke up first, nodding in the direction of the milky-skinned woman who stood out with her bright blonde hair. Raucous laughter filled the room, infused with sharp stares in the direction of the woman.
"Hold up! Lady, are you lost? Can't you see there ain't no white chocolate up in hurr?", she drawled, brow cocked and lip curled at the corner.
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Post by Vonda Honda on Apr 6, 2011 11:55:40 GMT -5
Vonda was too preoccupied with her conversation with La'Shonda, one of her classmates in her Chemistry class, that she had no idea someone had already entered through the door. Could you blame her entirely though? I mean, La'Shonda was practically shouting over the phone, telling her that Paul just broke up with Maica. How could she focus then? She practically had to shout over the class for the person on the other line to hear her. She was talking on the phone. Clearly, the other people were just too rude.
It was only until the loud shrieking of chalk on the board that she stopped mid-sentence, mouth hanging agape, wondering where the noise was coming from. Her gaze traveled from the window to the person standing in front. There stood a girl, dressed in all white, writing her - is that her name?- on the chalk board. The shrieking continued, and Vonda shut her flip phone, slipping out a 'Call you later, girl' over to her friend. Now, it was all silence.
This was probably the quietest it had ever been in their little meeting room. Though the previous director knew how to handle people, everyone else still kept on doing their own thing. But now, from what it seemed, everyone was just judging the new girl, waiting for her to slip up, trying to see what her weaknesses were and how to make her crack under pressure. Surely, the new girl would keep them entertained for at least a month. As though signaled by a flashing stage sign, everyone began laughing at the new director. Clearly, no one had any idea if she was serious. If she wasn't, then maybe she was there so they could all have a laugh. If she was, then she clearly had no idea what she was getting into. Vonda let out a slight laugh as Aaliyah threw in her comment. It was true. She stuck out like a sore thumb, and right off the bat, she knew that no one would be too pleased about her.
"Girl's right. You're like the marshmallow in our hot chocolate. 'Sides, think you can handle us, lady? We don't need no show choir lessons. We got this, this, and these." She spoke out loud, flipping her hair, smacking her lips, and cupping her breasts, telling her exactly everything that they needed to have to be champions.
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Post by Sister Teresa Walters on May 18, 2011 11:46:04 GMT -5
The abrupt glaring emerging from the students in the choir room caused her to freeze on the spot. At first, she couldn't understand all the "warnings" she had been receiving from the other faculty members, and she refused to let the high security campus put her off with regards to her students. She figured that all they needed was the proper motivation, and she would be exactly what they need. But that goal of hers slowly began to flutter away as the angry stares of the delinquents surrounded her.
Sister Teresa turned dropped the piece of carefully unto the board and straightened out her skirt. Her eyes traveled from pupil to pupil, trying to assess the type of people she was going to have to work with. Truth be told, they didn't seem too bad. It would seem like a lot of work, but it was doable. Especially since she was asking for the help of the Lord with her tasks.
"Well, um, this white chocolate is going to bring it to the house," she replied, trying to speak through the teenagers' language, but as the words escaped her lips, she felt a blush of embarrassment fill her cheeks. She giggled, shaking her head, before speaking once more, her tone back to her actual demeanor. "In fact, I am not lost. I was really sent here to help you girls out."
She then turned to the other girl, taking in everything she was saying. From what it seemed, the group didn't want her there. It was apparent in the way they all seemed to nod in agreement with the statement of the two females. However, that wasn't going to be enough to stop her. "Well, I won't be giving you a formal show choir lesson, exactly. I'll just be here, more as a guide. To, you know, make sure that no one oversteps their boundaries or something like that."
She smiled innocently towards the class, before tracing a finger through her hair, adjusting her bright yellow headband. "And, to answer your question, I'm sure I can handle you all."
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