Jillian Goodman
Fall 01, 09
Time: 2:00 pm
Mood: Feeling horrible
Tag: Delilah Pointe

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The sound of the school bell was so sudden that Jillian nearly jumped out of her seat from shock. Her head already felt like someone was beating it with a wooden plank and now with the added noise she almost felt as if it was going to explode right there in front of all of her classmates. It sounded as if a siren had been set off right by her ears and even after it has stopped Jill’s ears still rang with the noise. It was all the young brunette could do to just lay her head down on her books as everyone around her scrambled to pack up and leave as quickly as possible but if there was one good thing that came from that horrible noise it meant that she had survived the worst first day of school ever.

Jill waited until the noise of her classmates had died down before slowly raising her head and beginning to pack up her things. She had no desire to fight the crowds to get out of the building today and the more people that left the easier it would be to sneak back to her house crawl into her bed and forget that this whole rotten day had ever happened.

It had all started when she got to school and discovered which classroom she was going to be assigned to for the year. Normally Jill enjoyed starting out a new school year with new faces and new classes however, any hopes of starting fresh were quickly erased from her mind when she found out she was going to be in the same class as Emily Ranklin. Emily had been Jill’s personal tormentor for years. The situation probably wasn’t helped by the fact that Jill was witty and sarcastic and could fire back scathing comments to Emily’s catty behavior with lightning speed but up until now their rivalry had been played out during lunch times and before and after school. If things looked like they were going in a bad direction Jill knew she just could sneak back to class and be safe but now she didn’t have that luxury. The fact that she had spent the day disposing of several threatening little notes that had found their way onto her desk proved just how much ‘fun’ this school year was shaping up to be already.

If this had been the only thing bothering her today than she still might have shrugged it off but the fact was that her day hadn’t gotten any better since that point in time. Still not used to the change in schedule she had over slept this morning and was forced to rush off to school without having any time to get ready, at lunch she got mustard on her brand new white blouse, she tripped going back to class and nearly fell flat on her face in front of everyone, she had already gotten in trouble for talking back to a teacher and on top of everything else her head was determined to kill her. Yes, it seemed like the school gods had all aligned against the poor teen today but at least that was all over now.

Grabbing her books Jillian headed to her locker. She pressed into the locker to hold the large pile in place as she fiddled with lock with her free hand. ’Now what was that combination again?’ She turned the dial on the pad lock left, right and left again and it snapped open with a slight click. However she didn’t have long to celebrate this victory as the books suddenly slipped from her hand and landed on her right foot with a loud with a loud smack.

With a loud cry Jill dropped to the ground holding her sore foot. Her head screamed in pain and while she was not altogether aware of it her mouth came up with some fairly interesting expletives to express her pain. So much for coming out of this day unscathed, now she was going to have to limp home and put some ice on her foot before it swelled to the size or a balloon. So far there hadn’t been one redeemable event in this entire day and unless things got better soon one thing was for sure. ’THIS IS THE WORST FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL EVER!!!’

Fall 01, 09 - 2:00pm
Mood: Relieved
Tag: Jillian Goodman

Thank God! The bell had finally wrung, and Delilah was free. She gave her self a mental pat on the back for surviving the first day at a new school. Truthfully, it hadn't been as bad as she thought. Her teacher seemed okay, and she managed to stay up to speed with the rest of the class. Then again, they hadn't started doing any real work yet. Delilah honestly hoped that she would be able to keep up once the real lessons started/

On the other hand, things could have definitely been better. Delilah was in a class with kids that seemed to be a few years younger than her. She presumed that this was because of her dyslexia. She appreciated them putting her in a class where she could keep up, but in a way it was kind of embarrassing. The other kids probably thought she was dumb, or something.

She hadn't managed to make any new friends, either. She had shared some mild conversation with other students. They all seemed pleasant enough, but she wasn't interested in making friends with anyone. Hopefully it wouldn't be too difficult to make friends on this small island. A wave of nostalgia passed over her as she thought of her old friends. She missed them, a lot, but there wasn't much she could do about it. They were far away, and she wouldn't be going back any time soon. Delilah decided she would just have to suck it up, and make new friends here.

Delilah waited until most of the other students had shuffled out of the classroom, before following them out into the hallway. She made her way to her locker, and fiddled with the lock. With a click, it came open. Delilah hurriedly packed her bag, and made her way towards the exit of the school. She wanted to get home, and go for a nice, long jog with Sampson.

However, she was stopped on her way out when she heard a loud cry of pain. She turned around to see a girl her age. This girl was probably in the other class. Delilah recalled passing her in the hallway once or twice. The girl seemed to have dropped a book on her foot. Delilah quickly made her way over to the girl. She picked up a discarded book, and knelt down beside her. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Jillian Goodman
Fall 01, 09
Time: 2:00 pm
Mood: Feeling horrible
Tag: Delilah Pointe

It only took a moment but the throbbing pain in her foot did finally die down a little. Of course that said nothing about her headache but for now at least, it was her pride that hurt the most. It was just another thing to add to the growing list of why life hated her today. One thing was for sure, this run of bad luck was going to have to end soon because she didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to make it.

”Are you okay?”

Jill cautiously looked up at the sound of the voice beside her. She had been so concerned about how much her foot hurt that she hadn’t even noticed anyone approaching. She just hoped that she didn’t know this person who had stopped to help her. The last thing she needed was someone she actually knew finding out how clumsy she had been.

Fortunately for her, Jill discovered that it actually was someone she didn’t know. At least if this girl started spreading rumors about seeing some crazy girl rolling around on the floor after school Jill could deny it. However, this girl didn’t really seem like the type that would do something like that. “Sorry…” The brown haired teen said as tried to put on her best face for the person kind enough to stop and check on her. “I’ll be okay. The world is just apparently out to get me today.”

Her eyes drifted over to the book that the girl was holding. Apparently she had decided to pick the drop book up for her so Jill guessed she couldn’t be that bad. “Thanks for checking on me. I promise I’m not this bad all the time. Something just seems off today.” Holding onto the locker for support Jill slowly got to her feet so that she at least could meet the girl at eye level. “This has to go down in history as the worst first day of school ever.” Her foot still hurt but at least it seemed like there was no serious damage. She could walk and that was the main thing. Considering how big the book was though she was probably lucky.

Snapping the lock off the locker she cautiously opened it and reached out to take the book from the new girl. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I’m Jill.” The least she could do was be cordial towards the girl. Sure she was in a bad mood right now but that didn’t mean she could take it out on an innocent bystander especially one who had stopped to make sure she was okay. “Did you just move to the island or something?”

Fall 01, 09 - 2:00pm
Mood: Sympathetic
Tag: Jillian Goodman


Delilah smiled lightly as the girl, who had introduced herself as Jill, took the book from her hand. The book had been quite large. It must have hurt a lot to have it fall on your foot. Delilah wasn't sure what else had happened to Jill that day, but being injured certainly wouldn't have helped make things better.

Delilah was relieved that Jill was at least polite. A lot of people would have been snappy, and irritable after being injured, regardless of good intentions. Delilah would have understood if Jill had been that way. But as things stood, Jill was perfectly pleasant.

Delilah nodded in understanding. "It's not a problem. Just one of those days?" she asked, even if the answer was obvious. "I hate them! Having a bad day on the first day of school is even worse." Delilah had had her fair share of bad days. Luckily, her first day hadn't been too awful, just boring.

"It's great to meet you Jill!" My name is Delilah" she said in introduction. Delilah was glad to have met another girl her age. This island was small, and there didn't seem to be very many of them. Delilah figured that Jill must have lived here for a while. It would be nice to talk to someone who knew the island, and maybe even make a new friend.

"Ya, I just moved here at the beginning of the summer" she replied. Delilah had moved here from Kent, England. It was not a huge city, but it was certainly bigger than Obsidian. Delilah was not used to living in a place with so few people, but she was adapting. It was nice, in a way. "Have you lived here long?" she asked.

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<br>Mood: Feeling horrible
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<br><br>Jill wasted no time in ridding herself of the large book by stuffing it into her locker. There was no homework tonight and it was better to store it in a place where it was least likely to do more harm to her still throbbing foot. She snapped the lock in place and leaned back against the locker with a sigh. At least school was over now and she could go back to her own house. Maybe there she would be able to find a little relief.
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Opening her eyes for a moment she took another look at the girl beside her. At least not everything was going bad today. This girl seemed really nice and judging by how eager she was to talk it seemed like the two of them would get along fine especially if they met again under better circumstances. “Yeah it’s just been kind of sucky all day.” Jill said in response to the girl’s question. “I guess there’s always tomorrow but I’ll just be glad when this day is over.”
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Jill nodded as she listened to the girl’s story. She knew that she hadn’t seen Delilah around before. The island wasn’t that big after all and Jill had been around long enough to recognize a newcomer. “Yeah I’ve been around for a while. In fact I was born here so this is all I’ve ever really known. I know it’s kind of small and there’s not much to it but it’s a pretty nice place.”
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A slight mischievous smile crossed her face. Apparently her bad luck had not completely taken away her sense of humor. “Besides, I don’t really need to get out and see the world. It seems like we’ve got people from all over the place begging to come here.” Jill nodded to the new girl. “Speaking of which, where are you from Delilah? If you don't mind me askin that is.”

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Delilah laughed at Jill's observation. Yes, there certainly seemed to be a lot of foreigners on the island. Delilah had encountered more people from different countries in one summer in Obsidian than she had in her whole life. That wasn't a bad thing though, it brought lots of culture to the island, and presented the opportunity to meet many interesting people. However, Delilah was just happy to have met someone who had lived here for a while, and who knew the island. "I bet! There seems to be people from all over the world here. It certainly seems like a lovely place."

"I'm from Kent, in England" Delilah told Jillian. Kent hadn't been to large, but it was certainly bigger than Obsidian. Delilah was relieved that Jill seemed to like it here. She would be a good judge of the place, considering that she had lived here her entire life. Delilah was actually enjoying Obsidian, much more than she had initially expected to. They didn't have a soccer team, which annoyed her to no end. But she supposed it wasn't the end of the world.

Delilah was quite eager to get home after her long, boring day at school. From the looks of thing, Jillian was to. "Do you need any help carrying your books home, or wherever?" Delilah asked. It was the least that Delilah could do. Jill seemed like a pleasant girl, she was certainly being kind despite her bad luck. If the positions were reversed, Delilah wasn't sure that she would have been as polite. Delilah hoped that she could meet Jillian on better terms. She suspected that the two of them would get along quite well.

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<br>Fall 01, 09
<br>Time: 2:00 pm
<br>Mood: Feeling better
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<br><br>Jill nodded. “Yeah it’s nice here. The only bad thing is that you have to go to the mainland if you want to do anything really fun. It’s not too much of a hassle but it can get kind of boring on the island sometimes.” If there was one thing Jill hated it was not having anything to do and when you had lived here as long as she had sometimes you needed a little change of scenery. It was all you could do to keep from going insane.
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Of course things weren’t always boring. Having lots of friends certainly helped and Jill had never been anything if not sociable. Still, a girl had to get out and live a little every once in a while. She was sure Delilah understood. “Kent? Sounds like a pretty cool place. I guess it’s kind of a culture shock coming from a city like that but you’ll get used to it soon enough once you get to know some people and start making some friends.”
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Speaking of friends, an interesting thought occurred to her. Delilah seemed like a pretty down to earth kind of person. Heck, she couldn’t be that bad if she stopped to help someone who was having a bad day. Jill was sure they would have some fun if they hung out sometime. “I don’t know what you’re into Delilah but I know some great stores if you think you’d be up for a little shopping trip sometime. It’s not much but I thought you might want to get out and see the town since you’re new here and everything. I just thought I would offer if you were interested.”
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Jill smiled and shouldered her backpack. This was a very nice turn of events. She really hadn’t expected to find any bright spots in this day but Delilah had at least gotten her in a better mood. “I think I can get it but thanks for offering. Considering how the rest of my day has gone talking to you has definitely been a morale boost.” She wished there was something she could have done for Delilah but maybe she would be interested in hanging out sometime.

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Fall 01, 09 - 2:00pm
Mood: Happy
Tag: Jillian Goodman

Delilah nodded, "If your sure. And it's not a problem, my pleasure." Delilah understood if Jill didn't want any help. She smiled lightly, and turned to leave. The day had ended on a good note. Although they had briefly talked, Jill seemed very nice, and it would be great to have a friendly face around the school.

However, Jill seemed to be thinking the same thing as Delilah. Delilah turned around and beamed at Jill. "Ya! Shopping sounds great" Delilah exclaimed. And she meant it. It would be wonderful to have a new friend to hang out with, and it would also be great to find out where the good stores, and things to do around town were. Delilah was sure that Jill knew all the great spots around town, being here as long as she had.

"I'm sure my day wasn't as bad as yours. But meeting you has been great!" she said. Delilah hadn't been sure how easy it would be to meet friends, this being such a small town and all. But she was pleasantly surprised. In her experience so far, people were very welcoming.

With a smile and a wave, Delilah slung her bag over her shoulder, and started to walk towards the door. "Bye Jill, it was great meeting you!" she called. Delilah smiled lightly to herself. Maybe this hadn't been the worst day ever.

((Sorry this isn't great! Just trying to get back into it :P))

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<br>Fall 01, 09
<br>Time: 2:00 pm
<br>Mood: Feeling better
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<br><br>Jillian smiled. The girl seemed nice and hey it wasn’t like you could ever have too many friends so maybe this whole shopping idea would be good. It sounded like fun and at least it would give her the chance to hang out with someone around her own age. She might have to hit Liz up for a little cash but it was all in the name of friendship and maybe some clothes so her older sister couldn’t argue with that. “Alright it sounds like a plan. We can work out the details later. It sounds like it would be a lot of fun.”
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Alright so maybe it hadn’t been the worse day ever. Not the best but she had gotten to meet someone new who was actually pretty cool. She would just have to take the good with the bad. At least things weren’t as bad as they had seemed a few minutes ago. “Yeah it was good meeting you too. Thanks for sticking around with me.”
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With that said Jill finished packing her things as Delilah headed for the door. “I’ll see you later Delilah. Thanks for your help.” Jill smiled and waved after her and a few minutes later slung her backpack over her shoulder and head for the door herself. Sure things might not have gone her way today but all in all it wasn’t that bad. Things were looking up already.

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((No prob. We'll have to schedule another thread sometime soon. ))