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 Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 7:28 pm
"Ah that's right" Mistey smiled "Thank you" Mistey smiled "You're a senior right? We're going to have so much fun this year!" She started to walk with her grabbing her key from the desk before she left.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 2:51 am
Piopi bustled back down to the front desk, beginning to organise papers and put up notices so the school could get running. Even though she wasnt put down as a student job this year, she just expected she'd still have the job, and began doin according so.
"Lets see now." She found a notice for the classes, because no-one had put in schedules yet, and stuck it up on the first page of this thread. Now we can get these classes started. She thought to herself, siting in the spinny chair and looking at more documents.
She was pulling out the medical records for everyone, because filing was going to have to be completely different this year, since one of the cabinets was actually useless because it was smashed last term.
"Huh?" She mumbled, looking at some big red font stamped on Mias file. Oh I shouldnt look, but, if I dont tell anyone, who cares! she thought her curiosity getting the better of her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 1:58 pm
((sorry i haven't posted...))
Mia walked into the room, finding Piopi in a desk looking at files. "I shouldn't bother her." she thought. She walked towards the front counter and picked up a clipboard with all the classes on it. She began writing her name beside all the classes and electives she wanted.
Electives:
Room10:ART ~Students~ Piopi, Mia
Room11:BAND ~Students~ Piopi
Room12:MEDIA ~Students~
Room13 biggrin ANCE ~Students~
Room14 biggrin RAMA ~Students~ Piopi, Mia
Room15:CHORUS ~Students~
Room16:ORCHESTRA ~Students~ Mia
Room17:HOME ECONOMICS ~Students~
Room18:CREATIVE WRITING ~Students~ Piopi
FOREIGN LANGUAGES
-RoomF19:Spanish ~Students~
-RoomF20:French ~Students~
-RoomF21:German ~Students~
-RoomF22:Tameranian ~Students~ Mia
Combat Classes:
Room40:WEAPONRY ~Students~ Mia
Room41:MARTIAL ARTS ~Students~ Piopi, Mia
Room42:MAINTAINING SKILLS ~Students~
Room43:ENERGY MANIPULATION ~Students~ Piopi
"There," she said, dotting the last i on the clipboard, "all done." She walked up towards Piopi's desk and handed her the clipboard. "Here you go!" she said. Mia waited for Piopi to take the clipboard from her hand, but she was too focused with what she was reading. Curious, Mia looked over her shoulder to see what she was reading. Her eyes grew wide as she found her file in Piopi's hands. Her stunned expression left her speechless, dropping the clipboard on the floor. "PIOPI!!" She yelled, "What are you doing???"
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 3:56 pm
Piopi looked up sheepishly.
Damnit i got caught.
She put the papers into their proper places speedily and took Mias clipboard.
"Uh, heh, just rearranging files. huh, sorry, heh." She laughed nervously.
She reached into Mias mind and grabbed the memory of what just happened which was floating around. She squeezed into a small ball and shoved it into the corner of Mias conciousness, hoping she'd just leave it alone and not care.
Piopi blinked at Mia slowly, tranferring her names onto the clipboard at the front of the desk.
"No magic classes aye?" She asked her, wondering why that was- she was sure Mia probably had some magical qualities.
Piopis mind was spinning with what she just read, but she didnt let it show.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 5:52 am
Mia looked puzzled. "Um.." she started, "Yeah, I'm not taking any magic classes. Don't have an ounce of magic in me...."
Mia looked around dizzily, with no recollection of the past minute or two. She looked at Piopi then at the pile of files beside her.
"What did I come here to do again?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 10:42 pm
Piopi nodded, then bit her lip when she answered a phone.
"Um. I'm quitting this school." She stated, standing up and racing upstairs to get her bags.
"Sorry. But my guardians wont let me be here anymore." She tired to explain, tears dripping down her face. She couldnt bare to talk to anyone, she was so sad an angry.
The school had been like home for 2 years now, and it would hurt to go anywhere else. She would just have to fit in with normal kids, and leave her friends behind.
She left the school at a run, slamming the door of the car.
((BYE BYE guys. it was fun.))
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