When Paths Cross, Unbreakable Bonds Form, 2/?
Title: When Paths Cross, Unbreakable Bonds Form
Author: Hollie_1201
Pairing: Sinead & Aisling
Rating: PG
Summary: This is a story about how Sinead and Aisling met and what they have gone through to still be together.
Word Count: 2,151
Disclaimer: This is an original fiction using my own characters and ideas. Please do not use these characters without permission. Bea Vogel belongs to Sat1, Hand aufs Herz writers, no infringement intended.
Authors Note: Please comment. I wrote this story as some friends wanted to know more about Sinead and Aisling from my fic Escaping Ireland. I'm still unsure of it though, so please leave feedback.
( Part 1) ( Part 3) ( Part 4) ( Part 5) ( Part 6) ( Part 7) ( Part 8) ( Part 9) ( Part 10) ( Part 11) ( Part 12) ( Part 13) ( Part 14) ( Part 15)
( Part 16) ( Part 17)
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Sinead and Aisling sat up the back of the old brick classroom, passing handwritten notes to each other on a scrunched up piece of paper. It had been three months since they first met and they were inseparable; their math teacher stood in front of the class talking about how after recess they would be having a workshop for Math and English.
“You will all need to assemble outside of the hall when the bell signalling the end of recess sounds. This class will form two groups of equal students based on what order your last names appears on the roll. The four girls will be divided equally on last name as well. I don’t want to hear any ifs or buts. You may work on your homework for the remaining ten minutes of this class,” Mr. O’Malley said, taking a seat behind his desk.
Sinead picked up her pen and scribbled a quick sentence on their note, sliding it across the table to Aisling.
Aisling looked at the note and read what Sinead had wrote, ‘What if we’re not together?’ She picked up her pen and wrote back, ‘Brooke’s last name is Sinner and Kelsey’s is Whelan, M and P comes before S and W,’ before handing it back to her friend.
Sinead opened the note and read what Aisling had written; she looked at her friend and smiled at her, happy to be with her during the workshop coming up.
The bell rang out as a mass of students filled the corridors, main quad and canteen area; happy to be at recess. The weather was starting to get a little warmer as Sinead and Aisling took this opportunity to sit in the sun and enjoy the slight warmth. They sat near the green tree line away from the playing fields as they ate their food, feeling the sun on their backs.
“I’m so happy we won’t have to be in the same group as Brooke for the workshop, it’s kind of relieving,” Sinead said; a small smile present on her face as she picked at the grass in front of her.
“I’m glad too, I don’t like the way she treats you, you’re my best friend and I don’t like to see you sad,” Aisling admitted, blushing slightly as she looked at her hands.
“You’re my best friend too,” Sinead said, smiling widely as they both started to giggle.
The two brunettes enjoyed the rest of their time as they talked and laughed about different things. The bell signalled, interrupting them, ending their recess as both girls put their lunch boxes back into their bags and made their way up to the old ratty looking hall.
They waited around as the three classes of students were split up into groups. Sinead and Aisling stood behind their assigned group and held hands so they wouldn’t lose each other in the chaos surrounding them. The year advisor was talking but the two girls couldn’t hear him. The mass of bodies started to move forward as they entered the building, putting their bags on the hooks and ground, taking out a notebook and pen.
The massive concrete hall was divided into six sections, three for Math and three for English. Standing in a row up the front, near the stage, stood eight student teachers from the university. The year advisor walked up to the front of the hall and directed the students to sit in front of him and be quiet.
“Good morning students. As you all know, today is your workshop day and these six teachers from the university are here to help you learn. You will spend twenty minutes with each teacher learning different things. Miss Deanna Jensen, Miss Chelsea Fischer and Mr Nathaniel Byron will be taking you for English while Miss Bea Vogel, Mr Isaac Vincent and Miss Bridget Ryan will take you for Math. When I call out you group, please follow your teacher.”
The first workshop Sinead and Aisling had was with Mr Byron and as he stood in front of the group and droned on about formal letter writing, the two girls wrote down notes on what he was saying. Sinead would occasionally lightly jab Aisling and show her a new drawing of the man in the back of her notebook, each one getting dorkier as she added glasses, suspenders and clown shoes. The horn sounded not a minute to soon as they moved to their second workshop.
The second workshop was English again, this time Miss Jensen was teaching them about language techniques. Aisling moaned in protest as she opened the back of her notebook and wrote down, ‘This is dumb,’ showing it to Sinead. The smaller girl nodded her head in agreement as she flipped to a new page and started to draw some more portraits of the teacher, adding in captions of what she was saying. Each picture got funnier as Aisling tried not to laugh and concentrate on what the teacher was saying.
“Young girls, what is it that you find so amusing?” the teacher asked, her arms crossed as she glared at the two brunettes.
“Nothing, Ma’am,” they both said in unison, putting their heads down and listening for the rest of that workshop.
They moved over to their third workshop, General Mathematics with Miss Ryan, which Aisling stated she could do in her sleep. She received a few side comments from some of the boys in her class who were finding it difficult. The fourth workstation was Algebra with Mr Vincent. He made it fun for the students and gave them a lollypop at the end of it for being such great listeners.
Sinead and Aisling moved over to their fifth and second last workshop. They waited patiently for their teacher to arrive who was there only minutes before the horn had sounded. They sat there for seven minutes before the dark haired teacher, Bea Vogel, walked over to them.
“Sorry I’m late, I’m Bea and we will be learning about the Pythagoras Theorem today.”
Bea’s attention was drawn to the only two girls in the group, sitting up the back behind the boys and giggling softly to each other as the taller one showed the smaller girl something.
“Girls!” Bea said, getting their attention. “What’s your name?” she asked, pointing to Aisling.
“My name is Aisling,” she said, a worried expression on her face.
“Well, Aisling? Would you please care to tell your classmates what area of Mathematics do we use the theorem in?” Bea asked, raising her eyebrow at the girl.
“Um...” Aisling looked around her, not knowing the answer as worry flooded her, “Is it to do with fra... fractions,” she stuttered in a soft whisper.
“Stupid, stupid girl,” Bea stated, looking directly at Aisling who hung her head low. “If you knew anything you would know it’s associated with geometry. Very silly girl,” Bea scolded, one more time.
“So can anyone in this group tell me what is the Pythagoras Theorem unlike your classmate, um, Ashley was unable too?” Bea asked, looking around at the students who all looked everywhere but at her.
As Bea went into a long lecture about what it was, Sinead looked at Aisling who still had her head hung low. She placed her hand on the girl’s knee and felt her flinch away from her touch. Sinead just sat there and watched her best friend, she could tell Aisling was hurt but she just didn’t know what to do. Aisling was always happy and carefree; never was she sullen, hurt and miserable like she was now.
The last workshop felt like it went on forever as Miss Fischer talked about creative writing. Sinead watched Aisling the entire time. Aisling had withdrawn into herself and only paid attention to the teacher, ignoring everyone around her.
It was almost the end of their workshop as she saw Aisling’s head snap up and look over to where Bea was teaching. Sinead listened hard and caught some of the words she was saying, “Other group... ...stupid girl... ...no idea... ...Ashley... ...dumb...” the bell ending fourth period rang as Aisling ran out of the hall, grabbing her bag, and went off without Sinead to lunch for the first time ever since they met.
Sinead quickly followed her as best she could while trying to squeeze through the mass of students trying to get to lunch. Sinead checked the library first as they both liked to spend most of their time there, it was empty. Sinead tried all of the normal places where they had lunch but she couldn’t find her friend. The tiny brunette was becoming very concerned and worried. She was scared that Aisling could be really upset and no one would be there with her. Sinead had always felt her stomach doing back-flips when she was with Aisling and now it was turning into a ball of knots.
Sinead was too worried to eat her lunch as the bell for fifth period rang. She walked off to science in defeat hoping to see Aisling there. It was fifteen minutes into the period when Aisling walked in, head hung low as she ignored the teacher when asked where she was. The small brunette saw Aisling walk towards her as she plopped down next to her, taking out her book and ignoring everyone and everything around her once more.
The tiny brunette tried to read the expression on Aisling’s face but couldn’t see it; Sinead had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that Aisling was really upset, which had intensified in feeling since the end of the workshops. She moved her stool closer to Aisling so that their shoulders where brushing and she was relieved when the girl didn’t flinch away from her touch. Sinead rested her head and arms on the table and looked at Aisling, finally able to see her face.
Aisling’s brown eyes were glazed over with unshed tears as her whole expression was one of sadness. It tugged at Sinead’s heart seeing her best friend like this. All she wanted to do was pull the taller brunette into a hug and never let go.
“Sinead, Aisling, please pay attention,” she heard the teacher say, getting up from her resting position on the desk.
The bell rang; it was time for sixth period. Aisling got up and started to run off again but this time Sinead was only a few steps behind. The taller brunette ran behind the hall and slid down the wall, sitting on the smooth concrete slap near the fire exit.
“Aisling, wait up,” Sinead called to her, rounding the corner and seeing her sitting on the ground. “Aisling, you want to talk?” she asked softly, kneeling next to her.
“No, not really,” the brunette said, hugging her legs.
Sinead sat down next to Aisling and wrapped her arm around her friends back. She gave the girl a gentle squeeze as a tear rolled down her pink cheek. Sinead rubbed Aisling’s back, telling her it was alright as the girl buried her face in her drawn up knee’s and cried, the day’s events finally getting to her. Sinead was at a loss on what to do. She was usually the one crying from something Brooke did and Aisling was the one comforting her.
Sinead did the only thing she knew how to do when someone was upset as she pulled Aisling to her and hugged the crying girl, rubbing her back once more in slow circular motions. After a few minutes Aisling’s tears started to subside as she buried her face in her friend’s neck, feeling safe. The brunette took great comfort in her friend, Aisling at only eleven was still a child and Sinead being older than her, made her feel better.
Aisling felt a hand under her chin as Sinead lifted her head up so they made eye contact. “Don’t cry Aisling, I know what the teacher said was mean and horrible but you’re none of what she said. You’re the smartest person I know,” Sinead said, wiping the tears from Aisling’s cheeks.
“Really?” Aisling questioned; her voice only a whisper.
“Yes!” Sinead responded, hugging her friend once more. “I mean it.”
Aisling smiled at Sinead as Sinead saw the brunette’s perfect dimples show; the feeling which she couldn’t pinpoint returning to her stomach.
The two friends sat on the concrete slab, Aisling cuddled into Sinead as they talked about what they were going to do on the weekend and how Aisling was going to plan her twelfth birthday coming up in a few months. Forgetting about the time, both brunette girls jumped up as they heard the bell ending the school day ring. They both made their way to the entrance of the school grounds, promising to call each other tonight to discuss birthday plans as they made their way to their parent’s cars.
To be continued...
Author: Hollie_1201
Pairing: Sinead & Aisling
Rating: PG
Summary: This is a story about how Sinead and Aisling met and what they have gone through to still be together.
Word Count: 2,151
Disclaimer: This is an original fiction using my own characters and ideas. Please do not use these characters without permission. Bea Vogel belongs to Sat1, Hand aufs Herz writers, no infringement intended.
Authors Note: Please comment. I wrote this story as some friends wanted to know more about Sinead and Aisling from my fic Escaping Ireland. I'm still unsure of it though, so please leave feedback.
( Part 1) ( Part 3) ( Part 4) ( Part 5) ( Part 6) ( Part 7) ( Part 8) ( Part 9) ( Part 10) ( Part 11) ( Part 12) ( Part 13) ( Part 14) ( Part 15)
( Part 16) ( Part 17)
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Sinead and Aisling sat up the back of the old brick classroom, passing handwritten notes to each other on a scrunched up piece of paper. It had been three months since they first met and they were inseparable; their math teacher stood in front of the class talking about how after recess they would be having a workshop for Math and English.
“You will all need to assemble outside of the hall when the bell signalling the end of recess sounds. This class will form two groups of equal students based on what order your last names appears on the roll. The four girls will be divided equally on last name as well. I don’t want to hear any ifs or buts. You may work on your homework for the remaining ten minutes of this class,” Mr. O’Malley said, taking a seat behind his desk.
Sinead picked up her pen and scribbled a quick sentence on their note, sliding it across the table to Aisling.
Aisling looked at the note and read what Sinead had wrote, ‘What if we’re not together?’ She picked up her pen and wrote back, ‘Brooke’s last name is Sinner and Kelsey’s is Whelan, M and P comes before S and W,’ before handing it back to her friend.
Sinead opened the note and read what Aisling had written; she looked at her friend and smiled at her, happy to be with her during the workshop coming up.
The bell rang out as a mass of students filled the corridors, main quad and canteen area; happy to be at recess. The weather was starting to get a little warmer as Sinead and Aisling took this opportunity to sit in the sun and enjoy the slight warmth. They sat near the green tree line away from the playing fields as they ate their food, feeling the sun on their backs.
“I’m so happy we won’t have to be in the same group as Brooke for the workshop, it’s kind of relieving,” Sinead said; a small smile present on her face as she picked at the grass in front of her.
“I’m glad too, I don’t like the way she treats you, you’re my best friend and I don’t like to see you sad,” Aisling admitted, blushing slightly as she looked at her hands.
“You’re my best friend too,” Sinead said, smiling widely as they both started to giggle.
The two brunettes enjoyed the rest of their time as they talked and laughed about different things. The bell signalled, interrupting them, ending their recess as both girls put their lunch boxes back into their bags and made their way up to the old ratty looking hall.
They waited around as the three classes of students were split up into groups. Sinead and Aisling stood behind their assigned group and held hands so they wouldn’t lose each other in the chaos surrounding them. The year advisor was talking but the two girls couldn’t hear him. The mass of bodies started to move forward as they entered the building, putting their bags on the hooks and ground, taking out a notebook and pen.
The massive concrete hall was divided into six sections, three for Math and three for English. Standing in a row up the front, near the stage, stood eight student teachers from the university. The year advisor walked up to the front of the hall and directed the students to sit in front of him and be quiet.
“Good morning students. As you all know, today is your workshop day and these six teachers from the university are here to help you learn. You will spend twenty minutes with each teacher learning different things. Miss Deanna Jensen, Miss Chelsea Fischer and Mr Nathaniel Byron will be taking you for English while Miss Bea Vogel, Mr Isaac Vincent and Miss Bridget Ryan will take you for Math. When I call out you group, please follow your teacher.”
The first workshop Sinead and Aisling had was with Mr Byron and as he stood in front of the group and droned on about formal letter writing, the two girls wrote down notes on what he was saying. Sinead would occasionally lightly jab Aisling and show her a new drawing of the man in the back of her notebook, each one getting dorkier as she added glasses, suspenders and clown shoes. The horn sounded not a minute to soon as they moved to their second workshop.
The second workshop was English again, this time Miss Jensen was teaching them about language techniques. Aisling moaned in protest as she opened the back of her notebook and wrote down, ‘This is dumb,’ showing it to Sinead. The smaller girl nodded her head in agreement as she flipped to a new page and started to draw some more portraits of the teacher, adding in captions of what she was saying. Each picture got funnier as Aisling tried not to laugh and concentrate on what the teacher was saying.
“Young girls, what is it that you find so amusing?” the teacher asked, her arms crossed as she glared at the two brunettes.
“Nothing, Ma’am,” they both said in unison, putting their heads down and listening for the rest of that workshop.
They moved over to their third workshop, General Mathematics with Miss Ryan, which Aisling stated she could do in her sleep. She received a few side comments from some of the boys in her class who were finding it difficult. The fourth workstation was Algebra with Mr Vincent. He made it fun for the students and gave them a lollypop at the end of it for being such great listeners.
Sinead and Aisling moved over to their fifth and second last workshop. They waited patiently for their teacher to arrive who was there only minutes before the horn had sounded. They sat there for seven minutes before the dark haired teacher, Bea Vogel, walked over to them.
“Sorry I’m late, I’m Bea and we will be learning about the Pythagoras Theorem today.”
Bea’s attention was drawn to the only two girls in the group, sitting up the back behind the boys and giggling softly to each other as the taller one showed the smaller girl something.
“Girls!” Bea said, getting their attention. “What’s your name?” she asked, pointing to Aisling.
“My name is Aisling,” she said, a worried expression on her face.
“Well, Aisling? Would you please care to tell your classmates what area of Mathematics do we use the theorem in?” Bea asked, raising her eyebrow at the girl.
“Um...” Aisling looked around her, not knowing the answer as worry flooded her, “Is it to do with fra... fractions,” she stuttered in a soft whisper.
“Stupid, stupid girl,” Bea stated, looking directly at Aisling who hung her head low. “If you knew anything you would know it’s associated with geometry. Very silly girl,” Bea scolded, one more time.
“So can anyone in this group tell me what is the Pythagoras Theorem unlike your classmate, um, Ashley was unable too?” Bea asked, looking around at the students who all looked everywhere but at her.
As Bea went into a long lecture about what it was, Sinead looked at Aisling who still had her head hung low. She placed her hand on the girl’s knee and felt her flinch away from her touch. Sinead just sat there and watched her best friend, she could tell Aisling was hurt but she just didn’t know what to do. Aisling was always happy and carefree; never was she sullen, hurt and miserable like she was now.
The last workshop felt like it went on forever as Miss Fischer talked about creative writing. Sinead watched Aisling the entire time. Aisling had withdrawn into herself and only paid attention to the teacher, ignoring everyone around her.
It was almost the end of their workshop as she saw Aisling’s head snap up and look over to where Bea was teaching. Sinead listened hard and caught some of the words she was saying, “Other group... ...stupid girl... ...no idea... ...Ashley... ...dumb...” the bell ending fourth period rang as Aisling ran out of the hall, grabbing her bag, and went off without Sinead to lunch for the first time ever since they met.
Sinead quickly followed her as best she could while trying to squeeze through the mass of students trying to get to lunch. Sinead checked the library first as they both liked to spend most of their time there, it was empty. Sinead tried all of the normal places where they had lunch but she couldn’t find her friend. The tiny brunette was becoming very concerned and worried. She was scared that Aisling could be really upset and no one would be there with her. Sinead had always felt her stomach doing back-flips when she was with Aisling and now it was turning into a ball of knots.
Sinead was too worried to eat her lunch as the bell for fifth period rang. She walked off to science in defeat hoping to see Aisling there. It was fifteen minutes into the period when Aisling walked in, head hung low as she ignored the teacher when asked where she was. The small brunette saw Aisling walk towards her as she plopped down next to her, taking out her book and ignoring everyone and everything around her once more.
The tiny brunette tried to read the expression on Aisling’s face but couldn’t see it; Sinead had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that Aisling was really upset, which had intensified in feeling since the end of the workshops. She moved her stool closer to Aisling so that their shoulders where brushing and she was relieved when the girl didn’t flinch away from her touch. Sinead rested her head and arms on the table and looked at Aisling, finally able to see her face.
Aisling’s brown eyes were glazed over with unshed tears as her whole expression was one of sadness. It tugged at Sinead’s heart seeing her best friend like this. All she wanted to do was pull the taller brunette into a hug and never let go.
“Sinead, Aisling, please pay attention,” she heard the teacher say, getting up from her resting position on the desk.
The bell rang; it was time for sixth period. Aisling got up and started to run off again but this time Sinead was only a few steps behind. The taller brunette ran behind the hall and slid down the wall, sitting on the smooth concrete slap near the fire exit.
“Aisling, wait up,” Sinead called to her, rounding the corner and seeing her sitting on the ground. “Aisling, you want to talk?” she asked softly, kneeling next to her.
“No, not really,” the brunette said, hugging her legs.
Sinead sat down next to Aisling and wrapped her arm around her friends back. She gave the girl a gentle squeeze as a tear rolled down her pink cheek. Sinead rubbed Aisling’s back, telling her it was alright as the girl buried her face in her drawn up knee’s and cried, the day’s events finally getting to her. Sinead was at a loss on what to do. She was usually the one crying from something Brooke did and Aisling was the one comforting her.
Sinead did the only thing she knew how to do when someone was upset as she pulled Aisling to her and hugged the crying girl, rubbing her back once more in slow circular motions. After a few minutes Aisling’s tears started to subside as she buried her face in her friend’s neck, feeling safe. The brunette took great comfort in her friend, Aisling at only eleven was still a child and Sinead being older than her, made her feel better.
Aisling felt a hand under her chin as Sinead lifted her head up so they made eye contact. “Don’t cry Aisling, I know what the teacher said was mean and horrible but you’re none of what she said. You’re the smartest person I know,” Sinead said, wiping the tears from Aisling’s cheeks.
“Really?” Aisling questioned; her voice only a whisper.
“Yes!” Sinead responded, hugging her friend once more. “I mean it.”
Aisling smiled at Sinead as Sinead saw the brunette’s perfect dimples show; the feeling which she couldn’t pinpoint returning to her stomach.
The two friends sat on the concrete slab, Aisling cuddled into Sinead as they talked about what they were going to do on the weekend and how Aisling was going to plan her twelfth birthday coming up in a few months. Forgetting about the time, both brunette girls jumped up as they heard the bell ending the school day ring. They both made their way to the entrance of the school grounds, promising to call each other tonight to discuss birthday plans as they made their way to their parent’s cars.
To be continued...