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Terri's eyes opened and the tall girl sat up straight in her bed. She stretched then looked at the clock. 'Damnit! I'm late! She thought as she jumped off her bed, the blanket falling to the ground. She ran around the room, putting together a quick outfit. She got dressed and headed out the door. She almost ran down the hallway. She looked at a clock and checked out the time. Second period. Right. Art.
She found her second period class and tried to get in without being noticed. It wasn't that she was shy, or hated attention. But, unlike some people, she did know the difference between good attention. She sat down at a random table that wasn't far from the door. Art wasn't really her thing, it had been her mom's idea. She had told Terri that she should think of something other than sports for once, and maybe art could be a new hobby. Ha! Yeah right! Terri couldn't draw for her life. The teacher gave a brief explanation as to what to draw, but as usual, Terri's page remained unmarked.
She glanced around the room. Everyone was leaned over their page, there hands moving in steady motions, all over the page. Some using pastels or pencil crayons and others using their thumb or a shader to make the things look more real.
She found her second period class and tried to get in without being noticed. It wasn't that she was shy, or hated attention. But, unlike some people, she did know the difference between good attention. She sat down at a random table that wasn't far from the door. Art wasn't really her thing, it had been her mom's idea. She had told Terri that she should think of something other than sports for once, and maybe art could be a new hobby. Ha! Yeah right! Terri couldn't draw for her life. The teacher gave a brief explanation as to what to draw, but as usual, Terri's page remained unmarked.
She glanced around the room. Everyone was leaned over their page, there hands moving in steady motions, all over the page. Some using pastels or pencil crayons and others using their thumb or a shader to make the things look more real.
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- Kim Joon had arrived early to his second period class, with no alarm clock the brunette had slept in and missed most of his first period. He was lucky that his art teacher was as kind and easy-going as she was, welcoming him in fondly without a hassle. It wasn't because Kim Joon was some artistic genius or prodigy, no it was because there was nothing about the boy that she hated. One of Kim Joon's traits was that he often wasn't in the middle for anyone, ordinarily he was often loved or loathed and for him the teacher loved him. He was talkative and didn't often go out of his way to be a bad kid, didn't bring vodka to school, didn't smoke and he'd prefer a chocolate bar any day compared to drugs. He sat down at his normal seat, the one farthest inside closer to the door, and watched as his seniors fiddled their fingers with the wet pottery mould set before them. He had little interest in it, enjoying concept art more than anything, wasn't that the best part of art afterall? Just drawing whatever the heck you want and getting an A because art can never actually be graded?
"Alright students, start to clean up! The bells going to go in five minutes," she called over the light chatter of the students. Everyone seemed to clean up quickly, if one didn't look carefully it would seem that they were good cleaners, and busy and hard at work. Though Kim Joon could tell how they were taking their time scrunching up the newspapers because no one wanted to wipe up the residue that had landed on the floor. When the bell finally rang signaling the students to move off to class, the blond teacher approached him with a genuine smile, "So, does pottery seem interesting?" she asked, a clump of the brown mould still clinging to her cheek as she pushed up her wide glasses.
He shrugged nonchalantly, "Not really Miss, kinda boring looking actually," he answered truthfully as the first handful of student began to slither into class before everyone just rushed in before the late bell rang. Each desk seated four people, and his three friends quickly joined him at their seats, exchanging playful props, slaps on the backs and impish grins. All three of them loved the class, they were getting good grades just for showing up after all. The teacher quickly read over the instructions of what they were to do, a drawing of they're favorite moment in any film they desired, and the brunette smiled at the idea. That was something he'd enjoy doing, and as he picked through the various movies he wanted to put on paper, he heard the light footsteps of someone entering the classroom and setting their books onto the table. Looking up, he caught sight of the athletic brunette Terri, and he gave her a goofy grin, "Tsk, slept in huh?" he asked, easily whispering to her with the short distance between their tables.
" So everybody dance, Everybody Sing! "
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♫ ♪ ♩ ♬ "Its haunting me! Im so alone, ♫ ♪ ♩ ♬
♡♢Shoco Leon Mikeno♥♦
▒~The Quiet One~▓
♡♢Shoco Leon Mikeno♥♦
▒~The Quiet One~▓
Shoco ran down the hall, stopping abruptly at the art room's door. "Mrs. Grim.." She gasped, waving a paper that was between her fingers at the woman. She blew out a sigh, standing up straight. She loved her volunteer work up at the office of the school, but giving papers to teachers was very annoying. She hated when people looked at her in the first place.
She walked into the classroom, holding out the papers, "Mr. Multinberry said these were yours." She drew in another breath, feeling like she almost had to make herself breathe, a few people were looking at her... that was enough to give her a panic attack.
She walked into the classroom, holding out the papers, "Mr. Multinberry said these were yours." She drew in another breath, feeling like she almost had to make herself breathe, a few people were looking at her... that was enough to give her a panic attack.
♫ ♪ ♩ ♬ Im just trying to find my way back home,
Im so alone, alone. ♫ ♪ ♩ ♬
Im so alone, alone. ♫ ♪ ♩ ♬
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After Chris finishes his drawing, the art teacher comes and checks on his work.
"That's very good, but it seems a bit too... dark. What movie is this from?" Asks the teacher. (Are all of us in art in the same class? I don't know.) "From the movie 28 days later. It's about zombies taking over Great Britain. I like the movie." Says Chris to the teacher. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a few flying things. He tries to ignore them, knowing they are appearing from his schizophrenia. The teacher says "Well, finish your drawing. It's good, but there is something missing. Please finish up." Chris now has an idea of what to add. He adds the flying little demons he saw into the picture, and puts it onto the teachers desk. He goes back to his desk and sleeps.
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Nicole 'Nikki' White
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'The Music One'
Nicole's green eyes with flecks of gold opened. Damn! I'm late! She ran out of her room. Running to school, she checked her schedule. Art for first period. Ok... Art wasn't her favorite subject, but it will have to do. She skidded into the classroom. People looked up from their artwork and looked up at her.''Miss White, you're late...again. Don't be tardy.'' Miss Grimm said. ''Ok, ok,...sheesh. At least I have A's in school.'' Nicole muttered. Nicole sat down at a nearby desk and began to draw. I'll draw....rainforest animals. Miss Grimm doesn't give a crap about what we draw anyway. Nicole decided to draw a Toucan and Spider Monkeys.
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Though my eyes could see I still was a blindman,
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Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man.
I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
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Mathew sat in monotone silence, as his English class continued on, the teacher was reading Greek Mythology aloud, and the brunette found that he had little interest. Catching the timid glance of the shy girl seated near the back of the classroom beside him, he gave her a small smile, before returning his glance at the teacher. An inner boredom consuming him as he had been stuck in solitary- no, not solitary confinement. That was much much worse than what he was facing now. Instead, it was more like, well without a metaphor it could be described as mere boredom. "Mr. Johnson, would you like to read the next paragraph aloud for us please?" the teacher asked, with less patience than the words she had chosen let on.
"Hn," he scoffed, thinking to refuse her offer before deciding against it. He was too tired to run to the front of the class and strangle her, so with his teeth clenched together he spat out the next few words of the reading. Making Hades' proposal of love to Persephone sound like a threat of murder. The teacher no doubt noticed this, and glanced upwards with a petrifying glare, perhaps if it were a duel it would be a near even match as the strict teacher's voice whipped pout with a threatening crackle.
"Is there a problem Mr. Johnson?" she asked, raising a precarious brow.
"Other than my other distaste to the class, I suppose not," he replied, with an almost kind chuckle in return. The teacher was about to protest when the second bell rang for class, and he stood abruptly. "Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow," he called tossing a bag above his shoulder before pushing his chair cruelly against the wood of the desk, a loud screeching filling the room as the other students ignored the mood swings of the boy and evacuated the classroom. "Mr. Johnson! Another episode like this, and I swear you'll be looking at en expulsion!" she exclaimed, her anger clear in her voice, though her straight face only made the threat more threatening. And this was actually Mathew's better moods.
"Well, better than looking at you I hope?" he replied with exaggerated ease and nonchalance as he walked out the door, leaving the teacher to do . . . Whatever she was going to do. It wasn't that he had anything against her personally, he just didn't like the prospect of being second to anyone and in that sense, he didn't like the idea of being second best or not being in complete command. Reverse psychology worked on him like his absolute weakness. The class he was to have next was gym, which was skippable. And really, it more so seemed to be screaming to be skipped, when was Physical Education ever important anyhow? But then again, when was school either? Shoving both hands into his pockets, he dragged his feet across the tiled floor, before making his way outside of school. There was no where to go since they were situated on a desert island, so the brunette found himself kicking a piece of stray pavement, trying to find the edges of the island, hoping to sit on the coastal edge.
"Hn," he scoffed, thinking to refuse her offer before deciding against it. He was too tired to run to the front of the class and strangle her, so with his teeth clenched together he spat out the next few words of the reading. Making Hades' proposal of love to Persephone sound like a threat of murder. The teacher no doubt noticed this, and glanced upwards with a petrifying glare, perhaps if it were a duel it would be a near even match as the strict teacher's voice whipped pout with a threatening crackle.
"Is there a problem Mr. Johnson?" she asked, raising a precarious brow.
"Other than my other distaste to the class, I suppose not," he replied, with an almost kind chuckle in return. The teacher was about to protest when the second bell rang for class, and he stood abruptly. "Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow," he called tossing a bag above his shoulder before pushing his chair cruelly against the wood of the desk, a loud screeching filling the room as the other students ignored the mood swings of the boy and evacuated the classroom. "Mr. Johnson! Another episode like this, and I swear you'll be looking at en expulsion!" she exclaimed, her anger clear in her voice, though her straight face only made the threat more threatening. And this was actually Mathew's better moods.
"Well, better than looking at you I hope?" he replied with exaggerated ease and nonchalance as he walked out the door, leaving the teacher to do . . . Whatever she was going to do. It wasn't that he had anything against her personally, he just didn't like the prospect of being second to anyone and in that sense, he didn't like the idea of being second best or not being in complete command. Reverse psychology worked on him like his absolute weakness. The class he was to have next was gym, which was skippable. And really, it more so seemed to be screaming to be skipped, when was Physical Education ever important anyhow? But then again, when was school either? Shoving both hands into his pockets, he dragged his feet across the tiled floor, before making his way outside of school. There was no where to go since they were situated on a desert island, so the brunette found himself kicking a piece of stray pavement, trying to find the edges of the island, hoping to sit on the coastal edge.
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♫ ♪ ♩ ♬ "Its haunting me! Im so alone, ♫ ♪ ♩ ♬
♡♢Shoco Leon Mikeno♥♦
▒~The Quiet One~▓
♡♢Shoco Leon Mikeno♥♦
▒~The Quiet One~▓
Shoco just dropped the papers onto Mrs. Grimm's desk, then ran back to the office, dropping her name tag on the desk. She ran to her locker, then to her next class. Ugh, math.. Joy.. This was her worst subject. She still had an A but she wasn't very good in it. She was already scribbling down notes.. She had almost been late. Oh well.
The teacher was rambling on about something, she didn't care. She just wanted this class to be over. She felt her stomach growl, even the teacher shot her a glare. She looked down at her notes, glaring at them, then let out a sigh.
The teacher was rambling on about something, she didn't care. She just wanted this class to be over. She felt her stomach growl, even the teacher shot her a glare. She looked down at her notes, glaring at them, then let out a sigh.
♫ ♪ ♩ ♬ I'm just trying to find my way back home,
Im so alone, alone. ♫ ♪ ♩ ♬
Im so alone, alone. ♫ ♪ ♩ ♬
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"♬♫But we sing.. If we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing... If it's not enough♪♩
Yeah we sing... If it's not enough♪♩
Jordan Derik Grey
Jordan woke up, and rolled over to see the time. He blew out a sigh, he was late. He didn't care, he rolled out of bed, running his fingers through her hair. He got dressed, fixed his hair, brushed his teeth, all that jazz. He was so tired still, maybe staying up the night before wasn't a good idea. He shrugged, and walked outside, seeing Mathew he shrugged, walking into the school. People at the front of the school complaining at him for being late.
After stopping by his locker he made his way to Physical Education, his favorite subject other then choir. Yea, yea, he was a part of choir. What do you expect from a singing smart-a** from planet earth? He was in a good mood so far today, not anyone could stop his at this point.
Jordan woke up, and rolled over to see the time. He blew out a sigh, he was late. He didn't care, he rolled out of bed, running his fingers through her hair. He got dressed, fixed his hair, brushed his teeth, all that jazz. He was so tired still, maybe staying up the night before wasn't a good idea. He shrugged, and walked outside, seeing Mathew he shrugged, walking into the school. People at the front of the school complaining at him for being late.
After stopping by his locker he made his way to Physical Education, his favorite subject other then choir. Yea, yea, he was a part of choir. What do you expect from a singing smart-a** from planet earth? He was in a good mood so far today, not anyone could stop his at this point.
♬ ♭And we sing... sing without a reason
...To ever fall in love"♫ ♪
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- It seemed Terri wasn't the only girl who was tardy, as a dark-haired girl stepped into the classroom, head ducked as the teacher scolded her tardiness. She had blunt bangs, and heavy eyeliner and from what he could recall peculiar pale eyes. Did you know whispers travel through the air better than voices do? Well, it was a true fact though hard to believe and thus the brunette chuckled at 'Ms. White's ' muttered retort. "She'll grow on you," he chuckled in her direction, as the teacher turned to him, cocking a brow. He was about to return to his paper when someone else disrupted the silence.
Just as a handful of other students, had, Kim Joon looked up when another student entered their classroom, and she was either tired or timid as she whispered their teachers name, a handful of papers in her hands. He peered at her curiously as she let out another gasp, and he raised a confused brow at her, he didn't understand what the big fuss was about, and his curiosity only grew as he wondered what was on the papers. His mouth drew a straight line before the timid girl made her exit. "Whatcha lookin at?" his friend beside him asked with a hard nudge, his pencil drawing a dark line across his still blank page. With an irritated tsk, he glared at his friend.
'Tsk, thanks!" he answered softly with sarcasm before smiling at his friend, his easy-going personality not permitting him to be angry. He tilted his head once at the exit where the helper had left, "Naw, just wonderin' bout that girl is all. Looked like she was having a heart attack," he answered, before hearing the teachers light tap of fingernails on his desk. And it didn't help that a student had already finished his sketch while neither he or his friend had started. Both children head's snapped back onto the task at hand, Kim Joon twirling his pencil as if he was preoccupied with an idea.
"Who? Oh, her she's in my English. She's weird, never talks and she's hella boring," he whispered, struggling to have his voice heard by his friend, and to remain silent for the teacher as stick people began to form on his sheet. Instead of answering, the brunette scoffed.
"Stick people? She's gonna hand that right back," he replied softly, chuckling as lightly.
" So everybody dance, Everybody Sing! "
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♡♢Shoco Leon Mikeno♥♦
▒~The Quiet One~▓
♡♢Shoco Leon Mikeno♥♦
▒~The Quiet One~▓
"Shoco," her teacher said, "Take these to Mrs. Grimm please." Shoco felt like overturning a desk. She had just been there, she nodded anyway. "You will have to finish your notes later, the office really needs you today." The teacher kept rambling at her.
"Whatever, I'm ahead of the class anyway." Shoco replied, taking the things that the teacher needed taken to the art room. They tottered precariously in her arms. She finally left the room after she had grabbed her bag and books. She walked down the hall, walking down to the art room. She walked back into the art room. "Mrs. Grimm!" She wailed as the things nearly fell from her arms. She rebalanced, closing one eye. "Gomen, here, these are from Mr. Peer." Her breathe was already coming in short gasps from the weight. The teacher ran over taking some of the things from Shoco's arms, then lead her to the back, where she put everything away.
"Thank you Shoco. But aren't you supposed to get out of the office by now?" Mrs. Grimm asked, with a sweet voice. This lady treated Shoco way too well. Shoco just shrugged, pulling out a piece of paper, she couldn't get herself to speak. She wrote down her answer, thrust it at the teacher then walked up to the front of class. Some people were laughing at her.
"Shut up!" Shoco said to the girl who had made the joke. "Making jokes and pointing at me isn't nice." She pointed out, she wasn't in a good mood, she had exploded. "I'm not in the mood for you s**t Jocklen. So I'd just shut up before I really go ninja on you a**! You haven't even seen the half of me in the two years I had known you!" She stopped herself, looking down at her feet. "Gomen." She turned and scooted out of the room. Mrs. Grimm looking after her looking worried.
"That girl isn't all there." Mrs. Grimm commented, shaking her head, before returning to her rounds around the class.
"Whatever, I'm ahead of the class anyway." Shoco replied, taking the things that the teacher needed taken to the art room. They tottered precariously in her arms. She finally left the room after she had grabbed her bag and books. She walked down the hall, walking down to the art room. She walked back into the art room. "Mrs. Grimm!" She wailed as the things nearly fell from her arms. She rebalanced, closing one eye. "Gomen, here, these are from Mr. Peer." Her breathe was already coming in short gasps from the weight. The teacher ran over taking some of the things from Shoco's arms, then lead her to the back, where she put everything away.
"Thank you Shoco. But aren't you supposed to get out of the office by now?" Mrs. Grimm asked, with a sweet voice. This lady treated Shoco way too well. Shoco just shrugged, pulling out a piece of paper, she couldn't get herself to speak. She wrote down her answer, thrust it at the teacher then walked up to the front of class. Some people were laughing at her.
"Shut up!" Shoco said to the girl who had made the joke. "Making jokes and pointing at me isn't nice." She pointed out, she wasn't in a good mood, she had exploded. "I'm not in the mood for you s**t Jocklen. So I'd just shut up before I really go ninja on you a**! You haven't even seen the half of me in the two years I had known you!" She stopped herself, looking down at her feet. "Gomen." She turned and scooted out of the room. Mrs. Grimm looking after her looking worried.
"That girl isn't all there." Mrs. Grimm commented, shaking her head, before returning to her rounds around the class.
♫ ♪ ♩ ♬ I'm just trying to find my way back home,
Im so alone, alone. ♫ ♪ ♩ ♬
Im so alone, alone. ♫ ♪ ♩ ♬
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'The Music One'
Nicole turned around, looked at the boy, and said, ''Maybe, but it may take a while before Mrs. Grimm gets used to me. Oh, and I'm Nicole, but you can call me Nikki if you want.'' Nicole wasn't a big fan of art, but still, at least she wasn't drawing stick figures. From what she could see, some people were. At least I'm not like a teacher's pet.Nicole frowned at the way Jocklen was treating the girl. Others were laughing, but she didn't find it very funny. ''Hey Nicole, you ok?'' her friend asked. Nicole shrugged her shoulders and pretended that she was thinking about adding something to her drawing. ''I'm fine, I'm just thinking about that girl. Looks like she is about ready to explode.''
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Give me a break, A little escape I am so tired of being me
Today is the very first day of school. Scratch that make it, very first day at a New school. The day Michelle has been dreading ever since she moved here. This her first time moving anywhere and doesn't like change, not even a small change, and well this move, is a big change in her life. Leaving all her friends back home and moving to someplace new, it seemed unbarable. Her parents told her that change is good and a new adventure in life, but knowing that she wouldn't be going to the same school, eating at the same lunch table, talking to the same friends she's had since Pre-K well it was a horrible feeling.
Michelle stumbled out of bed after the irritating buzz from her alarm clock went off for the fourth time. She went over to her dresser and pulled out any old outfit, its not like she's trying to impress anyone anymore, and went into her bathroom to change. After she changed she took out a comb to brush out the rats nest in her hair. When she looked somewhat decent she went back into bedroom picked up her backpack then went off into the living room and turned on the local news. Her dad walked in the room with his shirt buttoned up and his tie not tied. Michelle got up from her seat and went over to her dad to tie his tie. "Nervous?" She asked looking up at him, for it was also his first day at a new job. "Nah," he said looking at himself in the floor length mirror to make sure he looked okay, "You?" He asked. Michelle laughed a little,"Yea kinda," She said shrugging. "Hey, let me give you and your brother to school," he said also to her older brother who was in the kitchen and a year older. "Kay" Michelle and her brother said in unison as they grabbed their bags and jumpping into the car.
Fifteen minutes later they arrived at their new school. "Have a nice day," Their father said letting them out of the car. Michelle's brother may seem like a sweet nice brother from the surface but in reality he didn't really like Michelle, he thought she was a kill joy and hated being seen with her, but he absolutely loved the youngest sister, and was completely protective over her. As soon as their dad drove away Michelle's brother walked in the opposite direction as Michelle, "Now if I'm going to make any friends at this new school, you better not be around me okay?" he asked in a jerkish tone. "God, fine," Michelle replied walking away from her brother. She really hated him sometimes.
Michelle walked through the crowded hallways dodging anyone and everyone. Some people looked at her funny, this pale skinny, awkward new girl running through the halls. She stopped at her new lock, Locker 230, 231, 232, and Ah, 233 she thought as she walked past each locker. She went to locker 233 and used the combination written on her little piece of paper. She opened it and looked inside to see that there was old gum stuck to the top and ugly stickers from bands she had never heard of. She scrunched her nose and threw her bag inside then opened her bag and took out the novel she has been reading then closed the locker and leaned on her locker and began reading. This is going to be a long year, She thought.
I wanna be free I wanna be new and different,
Anything I'm not
Anything I'm not
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- He smiled kindly at the girl, "Kim Joon, middle name's Alex if you aren't used to that. Nicole? Nice nice," he replied, a smile playing on his lips before his whole expression seemed to be wiped clean at the dramatic scene being played by the office assistance again. Plates of Obsidian glass turned back to his friend, eyes opened slowly as a smile threatened to crack on his lips, it wasn't that he found the actual laughter or the teasing humorous, but the actual drama and uneasiness of the moment.
"Weird chick." his friend stated, before nudging his friend on the shoulder, seeming to laugh at his own little joke. The brunette frowned at his peer, hearing also his teachers comment which he found to be slightly rude. He tsked, slightly irritated at his friend's remark, before he rolled his pencil between his fingers, finding little interest in the concept of drawing.
"Completely weird. Mystery why she has no friends. She can talk then she's mute," Christopher added with an eyeroll, before nudging Kim Joon with a devilish smirk. "Dare you to talk to her later, ten bucks who can make her cry first." Kim Joon's lips turned into a look of disapproval.
"Yo man, that's cruel," he replied, and he was about to continue when his friend lifted up his drawing for him to see, and he covered his mouth in a pathetic attempt to supress his laughter. Which, worked as the sound came out mostly silent, despite the fact that his knee banged right into the table which only prolonged his laughter.
" So everybody dance, Everybody Sing! "
{{ out of cupcakes: Sorry, short post D: }}
