Second File.

[clarities]

[ backdated to September 6th, Mayfield High School. Pick the class! ]

[ To avoid droning, she has agreed to come to school. And is very bored. She has her hands cradling her head with her fingers around her cheeks. To Diana, this is information that she already knows, so it's pointless to go over it again.

She eventually has her hands slip and her head goes right on to the desk. With a mumbled sigh and a grumble, she runs her hands on her face and idly taps her pencil against the desk. ]

I knew this would be an utter waste of my time and talents. I just knew it.

[ again, backdated. During lunch time. ]

[ Diana's now at lunch, feeling just a smidgen better at the fact that she can do some researching during lunch time. She has a few books from the library (and by few, we mean ten to twenty) all lined up on the table to read when she's eating her lunch. Do you want to go bother her from her reading? ]

[ on the way home. ]

[ Diana's reading one of the various books she had from lunch and is walking back from school. She still has the same opinion on school, it not changing any time soon. But, at least when she gets home, she can do what she's planning on, which is setting up the basement and her room. At least she can busy her hands that way. She'll hum a little song, it being Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. Feel free to bug her. That book is very interesting. ]

Comments

at school

[c-o-u-r-a-g-e.livejournal.com]

[Blaine leans over, having heard her remark but decides it's for her ears only and instead asks,] Do you have an extra pencil? [Even if he has one, she doesn't have to know that.]

at school

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do. [ Her own pitch is lowered and she hands him her pencil. ] I have no use for it.

[c-o-u-r-a-g-e.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, I couldn't take your only pencil.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

I already know this information, so do keep it.

[c-o-u-r-a-g-e.livejournal.com]

Certainly there can always be something to learn, even in a subject you know well. [But he does take the pencil with a nod.] Thank you. I'm Blaine.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Hm, I suppose you're right. [ She shifts a bit in her seat. ] I'm Diana, Mr. Blaine. A pleasure.

[c-o-u-r-a-g-e.livejournal.com]

[he chuckles silently, shaking his head.] Of course, Miss Diana. The pleasure is all mine.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

What do you like to do?

[c-o-u-r-a-g-e.livejournal.com]

Most of all? I like to sing.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

What do you sing?

[c-o-u-r-a-g-e.livejournal.com]

Anything, really. I'm fond of what's popular now--well, my now--but who could argue with a classic?

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Mm. I tend to be more for playing the piano and other instruments myself.

[c-o-u-r-a-g-e.livejournal.com]

I like to play the piano as well. I've had lessons ever since... well, ever.

Do you have a favorite piece?

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

That's good. [ Apparently, she does approve of the arts. ]

Beethoven's Fur Elise as far as a piano's concerned. I do wish to play Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture one day.

[c-o-u-r-a-g-e.livejournal.com]

An impressive piece. I'm certain you could do it.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Well, not very many people give her the vote of confidence on the first meeting, so she's contemplating how to react to this. ]

Why thank you.