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 Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 12:26 pm
  Ares felt the other's deep chocolate brown orbs taking in his appearance and his own intense magenta eyes glanced to the side, suddenly finding the locker to be interesting. He was use to people looking at him, not because they were checking him out or anything but because he had unique looks. He had natural magenta in his hair and eyes which was something people had to acheive through dyes and contacts...neither of which he had ever used. He really hoped that Zeki wouldn't say anything about his looks though as that was what people tended to do. If it was a male, it was something along the lines of him looking too girlish and soon the name calling would come soon. If it was a female, it was ususally them going on and on about how they wanted to look like him. Either way, he hated it. He didn't like talking about looks as that was caused him majority of the trouble in his life. Plus it was all annoying, he'd rather just talk to someone about normal things. Even if it was a compliment about his looks, he'd get annoyed but that was because the compliments only ever came from envious girls, not from the males that Ares wanted. It bothered him that he couldn't find one boy that just liked him, but I guess it wasn't that easy when you went to a pretigious school like Cornelia Academy. Cornelia Academy was all about being smart, NORMAL children. You were picked on if you were different which Ares was. He had looks that normal boys didn't and was openly gay. He wasn't about to hide that about himself, he hated when people did that. Plus the bullying wasn't usually too bad. Name calling and shoving were the majority of what happened. Yes, a couple of times it had gotten worse and he had gotten beaten up, but he was use to it. He would take it and continue to take it until he was finally about to leave this place.
He smiled when Zeki continued to have that silly cheesy grin on his face. It was nice and you couldn't help but smile at it. Plus it was a nice change. Zeki was the popular boy that everyone wanted and it was nice to see that Zeki wasn't all 'smooth and cool' though. He was pretty surprsied that the other wasn't like the stupid meatheads that he hung around with to be truthful. Maybe it was being judgemental, but he expected the other to be stupid, full of himself, and a bully like the others. The other judged him with the whole homosexual bit so it wasn't unfair or anything~ Even though he was somewhat getting along with the other though, he stil wished he didn't have a crush on him. One, because this was Zeki...he was something that Ares saw as 'out of his league' especially since the other was straight! And two, Ares never really liked when he had a crush on someone. He knew that things would never work out. He'd like someone and they'd like him back if he was lucky. But then it came to a little bit of dating and everything would go good until the other wanted to get to know Ares or to met his father or something! Ares didn't do good with getting close to people and always ended up dumping people when they started to show an interest in getting to know him more. He still believed that there was no one out there that would understand him and what he was going through, so what was the point in trying?
His gaze was back on Zeki now and he could tell that the surprise was showing on his face when the other mentioned the fact that Ares could screw them all over if he wanted to. Yes, Ares had thought of this and yes, he had been behind the lack of girls that Zeki's friend had at the moment but he never expected someone to actually realize that! He laughed and said, "Wow...you can't be like them if you realize that. Seriously, I'm pretty sure it'll take them months to realize what's going on and put two and two together. Whatever, they deserve it~ I'm just telling my friends the truth...they're jerks and I'm saving my friends by telling them to not date those gusy. Unfortunatly, those guys think very simple-minded and when they're not putting energy into doing it with my friends, they decided to put all that anger on me and bullying is worse at times." He closed his locker as he didn't need anything in there anymore and continued, "That's not why you're talking to me though right? To get me to say some good words about you to my friends? Cause sorry, but I'm not doing that." He laughed at the other's dramatic performance, finding that Zeki really wasn't what he had expected...which was good. "Someone who has nothing better to do with their life appearantly...and yeah it does~ I wish it felt like a video game though. My secret was in there and seriously if anybody reads it.." he said and shuddered softly as he thought about it. His dad would be in huge trouble, people would pity him all the time and treat him like a baby, his dad would go to jail, and he would be homeless...yeah doesn't sound great to him. "Let's just say that my secret is something that would have serious consquences for me." he contiued. He glanced around and noticed that more and more people were coming into the school, meaning that class had to be starting soon. He didn't want to be late, but he also didn't want to just stop talking. He got to talk to girls majority of the time so this was a nice change...a really nice change considering the girls he knew liked to talk about make up, fashion, etc. a lot! They were great people, but he couldn't relate to them at times. "Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 2:10 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX  This particular male had an very odd personality he wasn’t going to deny he could be a massive jerk at times there was no denying that as he was a bit of a hypocrite he’d say he didn’t like something, but he’d probably go against his beliefs and do that certain thing anyways. He was real friendly and all, but really he could be a jerk and an idiot at times, but he still used his brain after all it was a mussel and he didn’t want to loose it and be like his friends because some of them where real morons. He was a smart kid ontop of that a rather social butterfly he had never really been intimidated by others or anything and well he absolutely loved parties it meant he could meet some hot girls ontop of that dance! Damn how he loved to dance any type anywhere and place that was his philosophy, but he wasn’t too serious into it not like he wanted to make a career out of dancing that was stupid in his eyes mainly because it didn’t seem like a steady job and if he was ever to have a family no way would he be able to raise his kids properly…having a dancing dad just didn’t sound right to him maybe if his wife was a dancer in his eyes that was fine, but along as he’d have a steady job. Nether the less he had a real burning passion to strut his stuff and get down when the bass took over his heart beat, but that was pretty much the only real thing he loved about parties and of course hooking up with girls the places he‘s done it where rather disgusting sometimes, but for him hadn‘t mattered those rumours going around which he was oblivious so held allot of truth, but one thing no one knew about was the one guy he had slept with by accident so he loved to tell himself… he had gotten pretty wasted and to be honest he normally didn‘t drink, but this occasion had been different worst mistake in his life, he woke up naked in some sort of cheap motel with a hangover and he turned his head to see not a woman, but a guy…it was horrible and disgusting. However, he hadn’t literately puked so he couldn’t off been that disgusting, and anyways he could deny it all he wanted but he knew deep down it felt good and natural infact better than any woman he had ever slept with, he had tried to get out before the other male had woken up, but he sort of screwed up on that the other male had probably been hurt due to the harsh words Zeki had said to him, yes after that day he had become a real homophobe at times, he hated them well no he didn’t EURG so freaking confusing he didn’t want to think about it therefore he just repressed those memories and had brainwashed himself to think he was straight, but ever since that night any girl he had slept the sexual intercourse hadn’t compared he hated that so much because that was the obvious reason. However, he decided it had just been because he didn’t like the girl that much, but at least she enjoyed it. He wasn’t coming to accept it and probably never would, but in those box of secrets he had been an idiot and really written his problem at the time. He had written that he’d slept with a guy, but now the freaking box was missing it anyone found out about that he’d be screwed, but he could easily just say it had been a joke like he was going to put his actual secret I mean seriously.
Zeki decided to do the thing that the other hated the most and sort of complement his eyes. “Dude you’ve got really nice eyes…Not in a homo way, but y’know what I mean?” he simply announced with a serious face hoping that wasn’t offensive this male had a tendency to state the obvious at times or to use rather harsh words without realizing it if he noticed something about someone he’d say it, also if he really didn’t like someone it would show and you’d have to be pretty annoying seeing as this guy befriended allot of people or if they weren’t his friends he’s still acknowledge them, so you had to be a real d**k to be hated by him, oh but this male had a few guys or a large lot who absolutely hated them and well he didn’t disappoint to return their feelings either I mean he was the guy who got most of the girls and over the years it had been obvious he had stolen a few girlfriends. However, right now he was single, as I mentioned before he was different with people…with his friends he’d join in on being a jerk, with other he’d be his dorky self and well with girls~ completely different story some sort of mash between a gentleman and a beast depends where they are, see get a guy by himself he‘s a nicer person. He got allot of girls, but he didn’t know that apparently he was the ‘most wanted’ he didn’t even know they had a title like that for him, and he there was he’d expect someone like that Haruki guy or some other guy he didn’t know. He didn’t know what to think about this male he knew he was gay, but he didn’t seem to hate him or anything…plus he let him borrow his notes. He brushed his shoulder with his hand with a smug smile. “Ch’yeah I don’t disappoint im not an idiot like them~” he chanted with a small wink at the end of that sentence, he actually didn’t care the other preferred men or anything right now he actually felt comfortable talking to him it was sort of calming even. He continued. “Your to nice to them…Their to dumb to figure it out…EVER.” he mentioned he had no problem of talking badly about his friends because it was all true, and plus not like they didn’t say things about him, but no one took it to heart. He exhaled in disappointment. “…Well----” he announced with that cheesy grin as he looked off seemed the other had uncovered his real motive! Oh no! run away. “C’mon ~ you should at least let me know every now and then if a girl likes me! I’ve been single for ages…Buddha! why don’t girls want me” he complained with a small smile. “like seriously it’s been so long im so low that I might even resort to wanking~ I never used to need too because I’d have a girlfriend or some drunk b***h up for it.” he confessed he didn’t mind telling the other these things…actually he hardly spoke about such things to others…so he was obviously really calm with the other male. His smile sort of dropped hearing about the secrets he nodded though he couldn’t help but let a small smile slip onto his lips. “That sucks platypus s**t…whoever that kid is he needs to get punched even if it is a girl…” he announced calmly before realizing he was holding the other back from class. “Oh…Sorry. You can go to class if you want wow…you’re a really person to talk to…weird that, OH CRAP…don’t go telling any of the girls my s**t, but do try to make them want me.” he chuckled before adding. “Oh yeah thanks for the notes…I’ll give them back later.” he announced before passing by he decided to head for his class too it would take him a while to get there and he’d need those few minuets if he didn’t want to be late. He was greeted by a few guys on the way, and some girls who had sort of stopped him in his tracks to ask some crap about pointless things, but he had stopped and said something at least before blowing them off and trying to get to his first class which was~ Art, HELL he hated it but his parents had asked him to take it as they wanted him to excel at things like that too…what the hell was wrong with them he didn’t totally suck, but he was normally to lazy about doing anything good im sure if he tried he could create something decent. However, he wasn‘t going to even bother i mean how the hell would it help him anyways.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 8:59 pm
 ❚❚❚❚Damean Wyatt Haiten❚❚❚❚  There was once silence that could be heard when the young teenage boy took an early nap but not there had been murmers and those transformed into loud conversation. This mood had destroyed the peace and quiet he was longing for but also to just slow down, he had been charging ahead, almost having no time to relax and even if you go to a party or hang out with friends, you can't really relax. People have different faces for certain people, you are never open to strangers and thus you act differently, with your friends, depending on the strength of your bond, you would act differently to them as well. People act differently than what they really are deep inside, everyone falls under this rule. You might be called an open person but you hide something that you don't want other to see but lies are beautiful. How you can easily craft one and make others believe or people just being gullible and believing as to whatever you say. Lies and little white lies are all the same because thier lies but theres nothing to be ashamed about it, lies are meant to shield us, to protect us from the truth but the truth eventually gets out. For instantce, the Box of Secrets, there are secrets in that box, secrets people have tucked away and if they are a secret because you had to lie in order to protect this secret or else it woudln't be a secret. Yet someone had stolen that box? Who? Well no one knows because apparently thats a secret as well, someone is lying by not telling that they have the box. Even actions can become a lie, but secrets aren't meant to come out eventually so the person who stole the box, would they read the deepest, darkest secret peopel had tried to protect and yet guilt or some sort of internal conflict had made them spill this secret on a piece of paper. It doesn't matter that the box was stolen but the it was actually the person who held all these secrets, they would control over people's secret but unless you were a fool to write your name on that piece of paper than the days you had wished to advoid could appear. But that all depends on the person who had the box, it depended if they read the secrets and if they were ones to spill secrets for attention, control or to simply see people's faces when they realized someone knew thier secret. It certainly was a troubling thing but Damean was keeping his cool like a cucumber, if you made a commotion over the disappearance over the box than that would cause peopel to become susupicious of you, for you would only worry about that box for the fear of your secret being leaked out. But Damean wasn't just being calm so he didn't get singled out, he was doing it becuase there was nothing to really fear, if you allowed the person to have control over you then you would simply fall under thier control and he sure wasn't going to let that happen. He wasn't going to be someone's puppet and there really was no way of identifying someone's secret unless you knew everyone's handwriting since its all unique.
Damean exhaled some air and opened his eye's to the slight difference in lighting of the sky, maybe he had slept for a couple of minutes but time nor the sun stood still, it was always moving foreward. People had begun to swarm around the school and not only to just chitchat but to also be alone with one another, whether it be girlxboy, girlxgirls, or boyxboy, it didn't matter for they all the same. Damean didn't understand why people were against those who liked the same sex, they treated Bi's and gays/lesbians as some sort of alien that they didn't understand much like the African-American's that had been forced to America. Because people didn't understand them they hurt them much like for those who are Bi, gay/lesbian, they hurt them but if they could only just see that were all people that theres no rule that says who we can love and show love to. We are people who can shape our lives and its our choice to let others control us, to tell us what to do and tell us who to love. People are people, no matter the skin color, no matter where your from and no matter who you love, you can't overlook that they are individuals and that they are not you. Its fine if you don't understand why and how they love but don't interfere in something that you have no understanding off, don't supress it or else it will simply backfire. For Damean, he was uncertain about love, love was confusing and it was difficult to understand. He accpeted the fact that he like both male and female just because he didn't show it doesn't mean he doesn't like the same sex. What sort of love was Damean looking? He was unsure because he didn't know really how to love or know what it actually feels like, he just hoped that it was going to be obvious. He heard it was a feeling but what was the feeling? There were said to be different sorts which just made it that much more difficulter, but this wasn't his goal in life, he wasn't going to go out of his to find that special person. One day they would meet but that was going to happen naturally, you can't force love because that will backfire as well.
People passed him without a second though and that was his cue to go on with the day, well that and the fact that his watch had been ringing, an alarm that warned him that school was to start very soon. Maybe he had grades underwraps but he also needed to be believabe by going to class and school, with those two he could graduate out of high school. He passed people and people passed him all with no notion of a 'good morning' or a 'hello' he didn't know them and they didn't know him so being nuetral was common in this case. Damean made his way to the art room, it was sadly in the morning and he would of perferred to have it in the afternoon but he had already messed with his schedule and for now he just needed to be thankful that his parents would even consider of him keeping this class. A place that was very much his territory and yet it was also a place to get him in the right mood but what sort of thing would he do? What painting? Sculpture? Pottery? Ceramic? There was so much but the school could only give in so little, mostly art was just drawing, painting, coloring, and learning about art. The art teacher was a man and since Damean always aced his projects in this class there was no use to 'persuade' him into giving him a good grade.
Damean took his seat at an empty chair that was closest to the window for there he could see some nature and that would give some inspiration for an art piece or sometimes the people's personalities would also be an inspiration but for now the class was just a bit empty, not even the teacher was inside most likely getting coffee or chating with a teacher. He took out his sketch pad and some pointy pencils he had taken the time to sharpen for a good artist is always ready and ready to learn. People are learning everyday for we are never satisified by how little we know even when you have completed one hurdle you are set onto another one. Even if you were a professional at your work that didn't mean you knew everything about the subject you had master, you simply knew a lot and thats all. He tapped one of the pencils on his sketchpad thinking of something to draw but that should be the last thing that an artist should ever do for a drawing will just be inspired and there would be no time to think. Damean and knew until the class started and given his assignment would he have anything to draw or sketch.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 3:27 am
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX  After getting threw the hoards of people trying to get his attention he managed to get to his ‘beloved’ art class by actually being a little rude and ignoring some people which he pretty much had too if he wanted to get on class on time for once in his miserable life. The male pretty much jogged up the staircase staying on the left to avoid collided with anyone going down, he heard the bell once again but he stayed calm and walked he really had lost the urge to want to be early I mean it just meant sitting threw more of the lesson he absolutely loved. The black haired male eventually arrived to the classroom only to see a few people dotted around? The hell he was actually early? Well I guess he had accomplished something though he disliked this lesson he did it for his parents will, and well it wasn’t that bad I mean allot of hot girls did art, so it was all cool. However, they where really amazing at art of course everyone here was, he was probably going to drop out sooner or later, but somehow these girls had convinced him to stay and apparently they’d help him~ seeing that as a possible chance of getting close to one of them well he took it so it was sort of a win win situation well for now at least, and anyways it’s not like he couldn’t draw it was decent, but in some areas of art he was better for example he was pretty good at gritty expressive pieces and street art, but other than that art could be really boring and you had to have allot of talent to ace it. Like that Demean kid he was absolutely amazing allot of the girls would comment about him, and share certain rumours with him to be honest he hadn’t cared one bit what this guy did or anything like that, but those girls had an obsession to speak about people behind their backs at those times he‘d just smile and nod and pretend like he was interested, but he didn‘t want to hear about another guys business, but another girl go ahead tell me some creepy facts about the girls in their school it gave him an insight on some of the women here. The room was rather big and in a sort of square like shape. The floors where marble and smothered with the dirt off of students shoes which travelled all around the school, of course it was cleaned, but those things would always return. The large tables stood strong and had that space mainly for your expressive sheets and what not, they had tried paint stuck on them and other small imperfections left by other classes, the walls lined with artwork and small exhibits of types of art works where all around this rather colourful room filled with every essential a real art room needed. His eyes darted to where the teachers desk was, the chair was empty…wow he was really early wasn’t he? Or maybe he had the wrong lesson or something. He walked into the classroom his eyes glued to the golden haired male who sat sketching. He didn’t really know where he wanted to sit right now it was undecided so he just stood up and leaned against one of the many tables dotted around the large square room. Only one side had nothing by glass and that was on the right side of the room allowing the great scenery that this school provided be inspiration…okay to be honest it was quite pretty there was quite a bit of unspoiled places around the school mainly because it was so eco friendly.
He walked over to the draw which contained some of his sheets and brought the A1 size of paper out, his hand writing was actually pretty good for a guys it was pretty fancy and sort of girly, yes he had girly handwriting, but just because he wrote neatly didn’t mean it was girly! Lord his friends where idiots just because they wrote in capitals and a mess, he had pride in his penmanship. He let the paper hit the table as it sort of glided to a seat he decided he’d occupy. He looked over all the stuff he had done…which was pretty much nothing, but nether the less. He took his designer backpack off and brought out the notes he had borrowed decided to just go over them. For once he wasn’t wearing to much expensive gear he had stopped that not even finding the point anymore of flaunting his style because they where just makes and why ruin them for school he rather wear cloths which weren’t that showy. His eyes glided over the notes…that guy was really good at English, huh? He smiled a little to himself realizing how he always looked at peoples hand writing and sometimes judged them off of that, this guys was really nice and clear now thinking back to their conversation it had been odd how open he had felt towards that person…he apparently disliked gays or something, but not that one…it was actually like a therapy class speaking to him for some reason probably those eyes of his, his feelings for those of different sexual orientation, well he felt bad if they got bullied, but though he accepted it was all to do with hormones after that night he had left his beliefs and become a slight homophobe at times…guess it depended on the person. He didn’t really like to think about things like that as he simply repressed those feelings. However, he wasn’t an idiot it was logic that to repress memories it was bad for the human mind…something will trigger his repressed anger and he’d do something absolutely stupid, but he ignored all the dangers and rather live as if it never happened and the feelings he experienced meant nothing! NOTHING at all. Was he emitting some sort of girl reppenlent these day? Because he hadn’t gotten a girl to go for him for a while, but mainly because every girl was secretly crushing on him, well not EVERY girl, but most…It was annoying how he didn’t know because right now he felt like crap, he wanted a girl because to be honest this had been the longest he had gone without going out with a girl, but he had never stayed together with a girl for more than four months which was pretty weird…he probably seemed like a player and with some respect he could be I guess. His eyes darted to the blonde haired male. “Morning Picasso” he announced it wasn’t odd for him to greet people he hardly spoke he’d act calm and relaxed around most people at times. “What cha' drawing there?” he asked with genuine interest knowing the other was just Amazing…and I mean it he was seriously talented at art.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:50 pm
❚❚❚❚Damean Wyatt Haiten❚❚❚❚ Class was not starting as fast as Damean had hoped, the bell was far from ringing but sitting idly around was his favorite pass time. But there was absolutly nothing except with a new increase of students in the classroom, if there was no inspiration for Damean to draw a new creative piece then he would simply draw a piece that was far too common but also special. He was referring to people, people are individuals and each person has thier own individual characteristics much like an animal if you look close enough. Drawing people and thier characteristics was not too much of a challenge but people didn't tend to stay in one place unless you asked them too so for Damean this was a situation he was going to overcome. After all, he was simply going to be doodling as best as he could from now till the teacher had given him the assigment. The cometition was to start in 3...2...1...GO!
With a flick of his pencil he began drawing the first face he saw, drawing a full body portrait of someone took too long but drawing people wasn't just to relieve himself of boredom but to memorize as well. When you draw you don't usually forget it, so when Damean draws someone or something its like it becomes stamped into his brain, he would also put some notes next to thier pictures just so it would jogg his memory of them. It only took this young teenage boy abour 2-4 minutes to draw one face before moving onto the next one and near the begining of class he had already drawn 7 faces and there entered the all too familiar face, Zeki, one of the most well known students in the school. Damean didn't keep tabs on anyone, for starters, he wasn't buddy buddy with Zeki and its not that this young artistic boy didn't like him but he didn't know him to a personel level but Damean wasn't one to go up to someone and be friends with them. Like love, friendship and friends just came along and whether it be now or the future, he was confident that he would eventually recieve one friend in his lifetime.
But the popular guy wasn't the only person to catch his eye but before Zeki communicated with 'Picasso', Damean saw a boy who looked to be his age but from this distance it was difficult to tell and he was unsure if was a student who even came to this school. But, it was certain that he had never seen this guy, not around the school at least but it felt as if he might of saw him once before, yet Damean just blew it off as he shouldn't go assuming something he himself wasn't sure of. The mysterious boy didn't stay long in his mind as there were no more canidates for his doodling he would simply doodle Zek, but as he was just creating the base, Zeki spoke and not only spoke but to him of all people.
Like this narrartor said earlier, they weren't buddy buddy and they didn't even know each other that much which was why it was a bit odd for this guy to speak back. But having a light conversation would easily pass the time he so desperately needed to pass in order for this day to get a move on.
"Morning Mr. Popular, was Damean's response to the guy, even as he spoke he had continued to draw, mulitasking in short which would always prove to be difficult unless you knew what you were doing. Damean didn't really say anything before finishing his drawing of Zeki and criticing himself on his work.
"You, you can take a look if you like but your not the only one I doodled." it was an half-hearted answer as he looked back at the mysterious boy, if he ever saw him again Damean would need to create a quick sketch of the guy incase he ever bumped into him whether it be in school or in the outside world. He took his sketchbook as he handed it towards Zeki, his choice to see it or not for he was certainly not going to force him to see a simple doodle.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:12 pm
 "Life is an illusion. The more you play with it, the bigger the trap gets."Alexander Illusion Bonvinchi
Alexander had finally gotten rid of his jitters after a good while, and was currently pilling books within his backpack. He didn't get much greetings, but more questions, whiched he answered with out having to look at the assingment that the certain person was given. He counted each book, making sure he had his whole schedual of books within the bag and nodded when he found them all. He ran his hand through his hair tiredly, and shook it slightly, tossleing it with his own hand. It wasn't like he didn't like school, it was just that some days he would rather be else where. His sleeve covered hands rubbing his eyes sleepingly, as he shoved past groups of people smack in the middle of the hallway. "Domme idioten moet verplaatsen ..." he spoke loud enough for the groups to look at him curiously. He sighed softly and gave off a small smile to them, gaining some odd one's in return. It wasn't odd for him to be speaking in different languages. Really, it was just his memory kicking in. Dutch was one of many languages he had learned just by a english to Dutch dictionary he had read. There where many others head read, and he can actually say 'Hi' in ten differen't langauges, but for him, it was something he found as a hassle. Still, he did enjoy using it very often.
As he walked in to his class, he sighed softly. This class, Art, was one that he was the worst at. Yes, he was great, brilliant even, in every other class, but when it came to things that he had to do, such as drawing or running, he was terrible at. He looked at the two males that had already been there, and looked around at the half empty class room. With a small sigh, he placed himself in the very far back. There was no need for him to sit in the front in this class. In all honosty, he hated art. It was due to the fact that he was bad, and every one around him was good. He was always the type to try to succed the the things he thought was fit for him, and seeing as this wasn't he just learned the easiest way to vent his feelings. Hatred. In stead of pronouncing his hatred for the class, he turned his bag around, placing it in his lap, and pulled out about for different peices of paper. All homework that was supposed to be done the night before. He exaimend them carefully, and placed them down onto the desk, knocking his backpack down onto the ground with a small thud. His pen was retrieved from his back pocket, and he quickly started on the homework. He paused at one, and flipped the paper over, looking at the back, before flipping it around and finishing it up.
"Was ist y = log x, Wenn y = 10, was ist dann x?" he sighed softly and closed his eyes, "Simple math. X will then equal one...." he spoke to himself. He reopend his eyes and placed the answer. Soon enough, he was finished with math, and was now working on Science. That, for him, didn't even take up six minutes of his time. He moved that work sheet to the back of the stack, and focused on his english now. "Verwenden Sie jeweils vocab Wort in einem Satz ..." he nodded slightly and looked over the words that he was given. He raised a brow and smiled softly. He turned the paper to the back and cocked his head to the side, "Now...what to write.." he said lowly. Quickly, his hand started to move rapidly across the page, then stopped after about ten minutes. He looked at the last work sheet and sighed softly. "Art..." he murmured lowly, glaring at the paper with so much hatred, he was afraid that he was going to light it on fire. He let out a sigh of defet, and just figured he'd place his head down. Sure, he was good at anything you give him instructions to do, but ART! Art was the last and ONLY thing he was not good at. His head landed on the table with a small 'thud' and he sighed sorrowfully. His hand were on either side of his head, and they were tapping nervously, along with his feet. He looked at his hands for a bit and sighed. Normally, he would be in his band class today, he usually had it at this time, but they had to switch his schedual around for some reason. He didn't care much though. Another sighed escaped his lips, and he sheilded his face away from the world, closing his eyes softly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 2:16 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXSure he didn’t know the guy, but just because of that reason didn’t mean he couldn’t say hello. If the person was in his class then why shouldn’t he? I mean your never going to make friends if your not friendly, and it’s never to late to make friends, though he wasn’t looking for friends right now he was fine with the people he knew. However, he enjoyed talking to different people even if he hardly spoke to them, and for one he enjoyed saying morning to others, and seeing as they had been the only two in the class he would of felt awkward for some reason if he hadn‘t communicated. His eyes finally rested on this male who had had averted all his attention to, but he often did look people head to toe it was a habit, though his eyes normally glued themselves to the other persons, this male had golden locks and the more peculiar coloured eyes, it was seriously rare to have duo toned orbs and somewhat amazing, though of course he didn’t comment how come he was so obsessed with eyes, well they where the windows to the soul apparently, but that wasn’t it, people’s eyes where just really amazingly captivating and seeing as he was born with brown eyes which he found really boring he found people with brighter coloured eyes really interesting, he had a rather small nose and mouth and a rather triangular face with that pointy chin that wasn’t an insult he was just assessing his facial features, as it was a simple habit to notice someone’s facial features I mean the other was an artist so im sure he looked at bone structure too? Probably not, but even so. He had a small smile on his face from the moment of seeing this male he knew he wasn’t a guy who would be jumping for joy, and he knew on a normal basis the other wouldn’t speak to him he had that sort of atmosphere emitting from him could it be from those rather arrogant eyes? Even so he was glad he was getting some response from such a male. His phone buzzed violently as he ignored it for now, his eyes darted to another male who had entered, he was no genius with languages but that sounded like---Danish? No, no Dutch it had to be Dutch? But much like him he seemed to have decided to bring out homework for other classes, but to be honest it sounded a bit like maths but he didn’t make a bet on that, oh wait the name was coming to him Alexander! How could he forget…that kid was so amazingly smart, damn he wished he was like that…sure he was smart and got A’s…Hah of course he got A’s cause he was Asian, AHAHA---…I say that too much, anywho~ though he got A’s he had to work his a** off for ages, but that kid he just knew everything somehow just like that! He made maths look so easy! HOW WAS THIS POSSIBLE, oh yeah another subject he despised and with burning passion! Art wasn’t as bad as maths…it was horrible, oh and his maths tutor his parents hired…he was just great, the guy was Taiwanese, and he spoke he just got off of the boat, he sits there with his glasses on and talking some s**t that normal white people wouldn’t be able to decode, however, his dad’s grandfather and some other cousins of his spoke with an accent, so he was used to it, but to make it worse every second the guys phone went off and he’d literately shout into the phone like a crazy man not because he was angry, but that’s just what he felt obliged to do, it was actually pretty funny, but sometimes he‘d start speaking hokkien Taiwanese version of course half way through, and being from a Korean decent he had no idea what the other was saying, yes he was bloody Korean well half, but no one would of guessed he was half infact some people where surprised to find out his mother was well white, they‘d be like who‘s that? I mean he didn’t blame them…
His attention turned back to the other male, as he called him “mr.popular…” wow…just wow, he didn’t exactly love that title, and he may go as far to sat he hated it, because oddly that title had already started to bug him a bit, but he let it go rolling his eyes. “Really? that’s my nickname? I thought it would have been something like…THE ASIAN SENSATION…” he proclaimed it was an obvious self proclaimed title though~ he was being such a dork right now, but he couldn’t help himself, yes he was someone who was quite free to talk to something and not be awkward even if the other person was, he didn’t seem to let that bother him. “Oh cool~” he announced as a calm small smile perked on his lips as he took the sketchbook off of the other to examine it closely. “Hah who’s the chin--k....Oh wait~ c’mon my eyes aren’t that small are they?” he asked as he brought out his phone to look at his eyes on the blacked out screen, it buzzed violently in his hand as he pushed it back into his pockets as he continued to buzz, he wasn’t going to waste his credit and text back! Why should he…he was saving those for his mother~ and of course when he got bored in other classes. He was amazed the other had done this in only a few seconds it was really amazing. He heard a rather large thud and turned his head almost instantaneously to see it was the other male in the room, his eyes than turned to a crowd of girls who entered the class and took their places. However, some of them rather walk over to Zeki realizing he had a sketchbook and knowing who it belonged too, one of the girls who was somewhat a little short and busty must like the rest of the girls in this school grabbed onto Zeki’s shoulder tip-toeing a little to see the drawing, another seemed to be fascinated by it. “Oh wow! That’s really good It really looks like him.” one announced the other girls who had entered noticed the commotion, but didn’t bother getting up or anything. The three girls who stood with him only wanting to admire the other males work. Zeki raised a brow “Oh please…My eyes aren’t that small” he tried to convince himself. However, the three girls who where with him just chuckled the second one was a tall brunette from a possible Latin decent, the third probably the same either way one of them seemed to disagree with Zeki’s perspective. “stop denying it! Damean’s an amazing artist and he captured the right proportions FOR EVERYTHING” she mused as he looked shocked. “be a dear and go away Vanessa.” he muttered as he handed back the sketchbook the girls giggled to themselves and decided to get a table. The classroom was more full now, but even so… there where still empty seats, his table was empty right about now because the girls he normally preferred to sit with weren’t here, but alas probably in the toilets or something he didn’t know nor did he care. There was the sound of heavy powerful footsteps and those who held authority obviously the teacher had arrived the male took his place behind his desk and set up his laptop not taking much notice of the class just yet. Zeki simply took his seat and decided to go over the English notes he had borrowed, the girls on the other tables chatted among themselves and Zeki was left in his own world. The teachers eyes glanced up to just take a small mental image of the people in the class allot where missing yet, but they weren’t technically late just yet…Oh wait now they were~ A black haired girl bulleted into the classroom and headed for zeki's classroom she had a large smug smirk on her face. "YOU! I NEED TO---AHH f---" she paused she was completely out of breath the teacher glared at her confused. "Settle down now Lucia." he announced as she chuckled catching her breath and sitting down bringing her stuff out. Zeki looked at her with a slightly scared expression wondering what she needed to say...well at least one of the girls he spoke to allot where here.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 7:08 pm
 « ℋ ᴀ ʀ u ᴋ ι ℋ ι ᴛ ᴀ ᴍ ᴏ ʀ ι »
❝kɨττɣ❞
This stories missing a wishing well, No mirror to show and tell.
No kiss that can break the spell, I'm falling asleep.
Every prince is a fantasy, the witch is inside of me.
Her poison will wash away the memories.
We kill the lights, and put on a show.
It's all a lie, but you'd never know.
The star will shine, and then it will fall.
And you will forget it all... ╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣_____ღ_____╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣
As Haruki decided to walk to class, he felt a rather powerful dread go over him. His next class, something he didnt have a particular fondness of. Art... He honestly enjoyed art, and wasnt half bad at it, thought it was the class in general that he disliked. The teacher, the class mates, the class room itsself was just unliked. Particular people were perfectly fine, it was just the whinners he hated. There was nothing worse to him than bitching, lazy a** students that would rather whine and cry about everything instead of just do it and get it over with. Nope, instead of just doing it, even if they didnt like it, they would rather just b***h and annoy everyone else in the class, and even possibly effend someone who actually liked art. As he walked to his class, he slipped through one of the open doors into the outside quad in the center of the school and leaned against a wall. All the teachers were in the classrooms as well as most students so it wasnt like he was worried about getting caught. Besides, he did this on a regular occation. After simply standing their for a few moments, a soft, annoyed sigh managed to esccape his pale, smooth lips as his head went into his hand.
His hand then sliding through his hair and pushing it from his face before the other shoved into his large pocket and runnaged through it for a second. Moments later he pulled out a small white pack with a gold stripe running through it before slipping out a cigarette from it and placed the filtered end into his mouth. After putting the pack back into his pocket he pulled out a lighter and cupped his free hand over the cig to keep the wind from blowing out the fire as he lit it. A few minutes passed as Haruki stood their leaning against the wall with one foot pressed against it. One hand in his pocket and the other pulling the putting the cig back into his mouth with every hit. Once the smoke was left with nothing in it, he tossed it to the floor and stepped on it to blow it out before walking back into the hall. The nicatyne was already a strong addiction he acquired throughout the years and it almost seemed to calm him now adays. Then again, that was what it was for wasnt it. It wasnt like he picked up a cig one day with a friend was thought it would make him look cool to smoke it. Honestly he didnt feel the need to do such things. Besdies, there was no one he knew that desereved he needed to impress.
Again, though loud squeaking sound from the rubbed bottom of his steel toed boots against the tile floor echoed throughout the halls till he finally reached his next class. Art class. It had already been a good three minutes after the bell had rang for the begining of class, but it was quite normal for him to be late. Haruki was only on time to aleast around 2 classes per day. Which one wasnt exact, it really depended on his mood. After turning the nob and pushing the door open with his foot, he entered the room casually and walked strait to an open seat. Practically everyone seemed to already be their, and little seats were left so he simply decided to take the most convenient one. Pulling out a chair and sitting down besides a small, concentrated looking kid. Haruki only knew him as the pure genius, in which people said could do anything. Alex what his name? He didnt know for sure but merely took the seat besdies him without asking. It was the closest open spot and he didnt particularly care where he was exactly so just decided to take it.
As he walked to the seat and sat quietly, the teachers narrowed eyes followed him as his brows furrowed in a scoul. He obviously wasnt happy with Haruki being late once again, but it was still expected. "You need to start getting serious about school boy! Or else I'll resort to smakin' the sence into ya' Haruki!" He threated before turning off to write something on the board behind him. With a small shrug and roll of his emerald green eyes, Haruki leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on the bar that went across underneith the table. He had heard the story many times before, and it wasnt a new threat so he wasnt exactly fazed by it. Once he found himself comfortable in his spot, he let his eyes slowly wonder around the room. It was of course like always filled with the whinny little 'popular' females that disliked art. Those were the ones he didnt like. The others he could care less about, they werent bad, he didnt mind them, it was just the irritating ones. The last thing he liked was to hear the 'poor me, pitty me' act being played.
As he looked around, he caught some eyes of people staring at him. Mainly the exact girls he disliked the most. They seemed to be giving him a rather flirtatious expression but it merely discusted him. Even though he didnt like them to much, his quick reaction was a small, seductive smirk back at them which made them all fluster, giggle and begin gossiping to each other. He wasnt just going to give them a glare, and besides, maybe he would get a chance to use them, so it was best to get on their good side. He wasnt one to actually get into relationships, but it sure was a hell of a lot funner ussing them for one night scandles. He had done it many times before, it was just his way. Use and go one to the next. After all, not many people actualy liked him like the girls that just gazed at him, just a small amount. Most of the attention was on that Zeki. As his eyes kept wondering, he quickly found them gazing over some other people that stuck out at school. Just the names ones. There was Zeki, the one everyone couldnt help but love. That one kid that was a god at anything artistic, Damean was it? The education wiss he sat next to, Alex he believed it was, or atleast something along those lines. He tried to think of any other and only thought of that one male with the colorful hair and eyes, Ares, and that new kid Jackie.
Haruki began to find himself thinking about what he thought about them all. That Zeki kid, well he wasnt exactly sure what to think of him. He just seemed like one of the every day perfect student. Everyone liked him for one reason or another. His looks, his talents, and aat the sights of it he seemed to be atleast a big pleasant and friendly to be around from time to time. Damean was good at art, which was something he enjoyed so he liked his hobby, it was a good way to spend time and get into. But he always smelt of something odd, like he got more girls than it appeared. Then their was that kid with the interesting colored features. He was pretty cute, but he seemed like he was picked on a lot for it. Pfft, what ever, they only did that because they all were jealous. Oh well, he didnt seem like a bad kid, but he didnt appear 'all their' or like something was always up. It had hardly gotten his attention but he slightly noticed how he always wore clothes that covered almost every inch of his body. Hmph, what ever , it wasnt his business. After was that new kid Jackie. He didnt know much about it but he wasnt bad looking. Maybe he would get lucky and get a chance to wessle his way into his bed.
A soft, goofy chuckle escaped his throat from the thought of it before he finally pulled himself back into reality and continued letting his eyes wonder. They soon went upon the person he shared a desk with, that over achiever next to him. Haruki cocked his head to the side as he looked him over. He didnt seem to be in the best of moods, then again Haruki wasnt exactly peachy either. He hadnt had to many run in's with the Alex guy but only then did he notice all the classes they had together. He wasnt half bad looking, and he didnt seem to unfriendly. So... Why not try to bring up a conversation? "Hope you dont mind he stealing this seat, I wouldnt be surprised if you'd rather sit alone in this class. I know I would." He said adressing to the male next to him with a soft snicker, flashing a charming, calm smile over at him before pulling out his sketch padd. He liked art itself, even though he wasnt as good as that Damean boy, he was actually not that bad. Looking back at Alex, he could help but notice the stressful expression on his face. "Doesnt look like art is your favorite subject. Dont worry, art isnt a lot of peoples strong spots." He stated, trying to bring up a more possitive mood to the light tension in the air. The same calm, cool, seductive smile across his pale lips.
╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣_____ღ_____╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣ After Midnight we're all the same,
No glass shoe to bring us fame.
Nobody to take the blame,
We're falling apart.
Every Story's a waiting game,
A flower for every name.
The colors are paling in the falling rain. {{OutOfCandy:}}
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:59 pm
"Life is an illusion. The more you play with it, the bigger the trap gets."Alexander Illusion Bonvinchi
Alexander blonde to white locks where soon covering his face, his arms crossed under his head and his eyes closed. His breathing was competely steady, and he had actually managed to fall asleep, even with the loud annoying girls in the room to make their present known. He learned to block them out and focuse on other things. Still, being like he was, he remembered every single thing, wether it was awake or asleep. Something he hated more than anything. His dream was blurrs of movement, something he couldn't quiet make out, but it frightend him greatly. He had only gotton about two hours of sleep the night before, so he was tired as hell if you can imagine. The only thing that woke him up was the sound of the girl's chattering, which grew even louder when someone brought up the subject of the missing box. His eyes jolted open, and his breathing esculated along with his heart beat. He took a deep breathe, and lifted his head just in time to see the last male walke in. He watched carefully as he made his way over to the seat that he was curently in. His hand absentnindly reached up to fix his white locks slowly, and he soon placed it back into its rightful spot among the desk as it was before. His heart was still racing, and he tried hard to not show any panick on his face. It was rare when someone sat next to him, and he was not only nervous, but he was scared due to his dream. He figured what it was, and that didn't help his stress out any.
He looked from the corner of his eyes at the girls flashing their smiles at him, and looked at him to give them a seductive smile as well. He frowned lightly, and turned back to his paper work that was still on the desk from before. Haruki Kitamori. That was his name. Alex only knew because, well, he was in a lot of his classes, and plus his identic memory, it was hard to forget anything. He looked up when he heard the teacher state the threat and sighed, "Giving a student a threat sentence like such can get you serious time in jail. Even fired. You should watch what you say, sir. Plus, if that will do so, imagine what will happen if you dare touch him. You'll probably spend ten to about...fifteen years in jail. Not the wises thing to do." he stated softly. He found it stupid how many threats this kid got, and did they not really think of what other kids might say to other teachers? Idiots. That's what he thought about these teachers. He could feel eyes starring at him now, and he couldn't help but sink into his seat lowly. His eyes where quickly shieled by his hair, and he let out a soft sigh. Why did people always stare at him when he wanted to help someone? He paused when something just managed to click into his big brain of his. This was Hiroki. The guy that he had admired from a far, and found himself slightly liking. Not enough to call a crush but still, that, was something that did not sit well with him. Actually, that was making his heart race even more. Sure, he didn't know him that well, but he heard and saw him enough that he just devolped a small feeling for him. 'Plus, feelings are just something that you think are requerd...' he thought to himself. He sighed softly, and nodded. Yeah, thats right. It was just something people tend to adapt the people they mostly admire then anything.
His closed his eyes tiredly, but reopend them when the male had begun to speak to him. He shook his head a bit, "No. I don't mind really." he smiled a bit at the last comment of the sentence, and turned his head to the front again. It was odd trying to have a real conversation with someone, and there was a weird smell on him. Smoke was it? Ah, yes, he was a big fan of cigerretts. He watched silently when he began to take his stuff out, and found it silly how he didn't have his stuff out. He quickly went to his backpack and retreived the sketch pad that was thrown in their carelessly, and was now bent and destroyed by the many others books. He made a face at it, and began at trying to fix it a bit. He paused his movements a bit and turned to looks at the other like before. "Oh. That obvious I take it? Yeah. Its not that I don't like art, its just a weak point." he said softly. He was glade that the other was trying to make the atmosphere better for the two, and it actually calmed him a bit, he realized. He flushed lightly at the seductive smile given to him, but returned it with his own, small timid one. He was suprised that he was even willing to talk to this guy, when normally, he would have just nodded or ignored him completely. Then again....he sighed softly, and his hands went at the task like once before. Smoothing down that blasted sketch pad.
The urge to just throw it across the room was a great one, but he figured he made such a scene before, it was better to just lay low in this class for now. Plus, he didn't want to look childish or stubborn in front of someone who was willing to have a conversation with him. Again, it was rare when people didn't use him for his brains and such, so he liked the company just a bit. There was still a slight annoyance into it, only because he was just used to being alone and used to shutting everyone out that was around him. It's not his fault, it was a defense thing for him. Something he devolped at age eight. He turned to him again and opened his mouth only to close it and turn away. He wasn't great at starting conversations, so he was just trying to figure a way to say something to him. Finally, he said; "I'm Alexander. You can call me Alex. If you want..." he said softly. He felt like an idiot, but he figured he wouldn't know who he was, which was probably the case. The only reason people did even know him was because of his talent at 'being good at everything.' "Your Hikori Hiramori, right?" he questioned, though he knew for a fact it was him. Who wouldn't know him? This male was the one guy he knew that had gotton so many detentions in a month, that he probably set a new world record for it. That, and those girls who would always speak of him as Kitty and such...Sure, he wasn't as popuare as Zeki, but no one in the school was. Everyone knew Zeki, and Demean even. But Damean was because every one knew him as an art guy. Ares, was someone he heard often as well. He didn't like the fact that they made fun of him. Actually, he found him very...cute. Still, it wasn't his place to butt in or try to stop it. Thats what would get you beat up. Then there was him. Sure, he was well known, but that was only because of brains. He sighed softly and looked down at the sketch pad that was sticking up oddly, and he groaned to himself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 3:53 pm
 Ares was lost in his thoughts when he heard Zeki make a comment. Yes, this male tended to zone out alot. But it was a natural defense for him. If you were called names and made fun of and mentally torn down everyday, what would your first reaction be? To try to ignore those words, right? And that was exactly what Ares did and he had taught himself very well how to deal with the teasing which was why he was good at taking the abuse. Now thought, he had to remind himself to not always zone out when people talked to him because not everyone were jerks. He wasn't one of those people that thought the whole world was bad just because of his father and the bullies that he dealt with. He knew there were good people too, he just didn't usually talk to them much since he tended to keep to himself. Another natural defense of his; if he kept to himself then people didn't have to start prying into his life because everybody gets curious and wants to know the people that they talk to. Sorry, see? He's zoning out again. He realized that Zeki was giving a compliment towards him and bit his lower lip, an automatic reaction when he was busy thinking about something. You could pratically see the gears working in his head as he tried to decide how to react to this. On one side, he was flattered by the compliment and wanted to blush and on the other side, he still didn't like when people just noticed his looks right away. But he didn't get to know people much so he couldn't really blame them for just thinking about his unique looks right away. He smiled and said, "Thanks. And yes I know what you mean, Zeki~" He decided it was best to just take the compliment instead of being his usual weird self and be the one of the few people in the world who had problems with compliments. He felt his cheeks heat up a nice pretty pink just from being embarrassed that he had to think so much over a little think as a compliment. He couldn't help it though. He always thought things over as he always felt like he needed to. He laughed as the other tried to act all cool and said with sarcasm in a joking manner, "Yeah okay~ You keep thinking that one." He didn't take the small wink as much as he knew that Zeki wasn't into men or anything. Truthfully, Ares probably wouldn't even realize if a person liked him or not because he wouldn't be able to take compliments thinking that the person only cared about his looks and brushed off flirting because he'd assume at first that a man was straight, not wanting to anger them or anything. He nodded his head of deep brown and magenta tinted locks and said, "I will definently agree with you on that one. And I know I am..I guess I just like to follow the 'golden rule' and treat others the way I want to be treated~ Plus it's not like I don't ever get them back, I just prefer to be not so obvious about it~" In every word that he spoke, you could heard the obvious Russian accent that laid in them. He could speak English fairly good, I mean you could understand everything he was saying. But the thick Russian accent still tinted his voice every time he spoke. And if you ever really ticked him off, you'd get to hear him explode at you in a very fast-pace perfect Russian. His jaw dropped slightly as the other started off with a 'Well---' which basically said he was right. A sweet laugh came from his soft peach lips and he shook his head. "I can't believe it. I was right! No, no, no, NO Zeki~ You're serious right now? If you seriously think that girls don't want you, then something is screwed up in the head of yours~ You don't need my help, trust me~" he said while still laughing every now and then in between words. Usually he got ticked when people asked him to do this, but he just found it amusing with Zeki. Seriously, the most popular guy in school who could get any girl he wanted was that oblvious and asking for his help?! He found that highly amusing. He covered his ears immediantly as Zeki started talking about wanking now and was still laughing. "Stop! I will help you if you promise to never use the word wanking again and promise to never talk to me about your sexual problems again~" he teased and uncovered his ears. He was slightly surprised that this male had actually gotten him to laugh and smile like that but he just found it amusing how the other wasn't afraid to talk about anything and acted sorta dorky..it was cute though. He nodded his head in agreement and said, "Except for the hitting the girl part...maybe that's why you don't have a girlfriend right now, Zeki~" He smiled and started to take a few steps back as he really felt like he needed to get to class. He shook his head as the other was still just saying whatever came to his mind appearantly and said, "Just stop talking...and we'll see~ Okay sounds good." He turned around and headed down the hallway for his first class, which happened to be Chemistry. He found that to be a very different start to his day.
He was different than his classmates as he didn't have Art as his first class of the day. He didn't want the elective though as he knew it was a class that he wouldn't do good in. He was good at memorizing things, not as good as Alexander of course but that was an impossible thing to be, and Art had nothing for you to memorize. You were either good at it or not. It was one of those classes that you had to have talent for and he did not. Now if Art class was all about drawing stick people, then sure he'd ace that...but sadly, it wasn't. So he stuck to the classes that he was good at. He wanted to travel after high school so he decided to take classes that would help him with that and Art didn't seem like one of them. His two favorite classes were Chemistry and English. English was an obvious like for a book-lover like him. No, he didn't love to read just any book, he had to have some sort of story, one that would make him get lost in the pages of the book. Then there was Chemistry, he liked this class simply because it came natural to him. He didn't know why, but it did. Learning about atoms and their electron orbitals, chemical formulas, moles, etc. were things that he just simply got.
As he walked to his class, he thought about some of the students that went to his school and his views of them since he was passing majority of them anyways as they all headed to Art. There was Zeki who he had already talked to today. Like most of the students, he didn't know the other that well but was starting to get to know him more and more it seemed. The other could make him laugh and that was definently a thing to be proud of. He felt oddly comfortable around Zeki and knew that the other would judge him on his sexuality. He did have that infurating crush on the other of course, but come on, almost everyone did! He tried not to look into it much. He really didn't mind Zeki though, just Zeki's friends. He could stand what those males said though and could stand the roughness for example being pushed into a locker. Only once had it gotten way too out of hand, but Ares never talked about that! Just thinking about it brought shivers to his slender body. He could two of Zeki's friends expelled just by sharing what happened that night, but he never would as he didn't want to think about it. Then there was Alexander. Now this male he found interesting. He once again hasn't talk to the other much, but he would love to. He knew that the other had a thing for talking in different languages and wondered if he knew Russian good enough. Ares was fluent in it and would love to talk to someone that knew what he was saying for once. Plus Alexander seemed like someone that he could really get along with and definently learn things from since the other was like a genius. The other seemed to be out of it alot though, whether it was because he was like Ares and spaced out or because of something else like fatigue or medication, who knew... Then, there was Haruki. Ares wasn't sure what to think of the other as Haruki was mysterious enough on his own. He had never talked to the male before and the most he knew about Haruki was that he liked to smoke and skip class a lot. He couldn't deny that Haruki was good-looking though and seemed to have that slightly cocky attitude that Ares always somehow found himself attrached to. He didn't know why but he liked meeting people like that as it was fun to break them of their high self-esteem ways and get them to stop being so full of themselves. It's not like Ares had never had a boyfriend, but when he was done with them he would make sure they'd be crawling on their feet begging for him to take them back. It might be a bit cruel and not something you'd expect of Ares, but he always had reasons for breaking up with people and liked to make them miss what they lost. There was also Damean who was a genius with the arts, now that was someone that definently had to be taking Art as his first class. The first thing he ever thought about Damean though was his eyes which was probably what everyone else did too. It was hard not to notice the duo-toned eyes and wonder if that was heriditary. He wasn't sure what to think about this male either though, he needed to get to know him more before making an impression. There was also one other kid, the new one Jackie, but Ares also couldn't make an impression with him since he didn't know Jackie at all. Soon, Ares was at his Chemistry class and headed to take his usual seat in the back, near the window so that he could look outside and zone out as much as he wanted. And his magenta eyes did just that. He glanced outside and zone out as class begin, playing with his snake bite piercings like usual. He only stopped zoning out when he heard someone enter the classroom late and smiled as he saw his friend, Lucinda. She sat next to him and he whispered teasingly, "You're late~" He saw a smile and heard a simple muttered, "Shush" before turning back to the window and going back to his dreams of getting away from here.  "Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead." 
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:12 pm
« ℋ ᴀ ʀ u ᴋ ι ℋ ι ᴛ ᴀ ᴍ ᴏ ʀ ι »
❝kɨττɣ❞
This stories missing a wishing well, No mirror to show and tell.
No kiss that can break the spell, I'm falling asleep.
Every prince is a fantasy, the witch is inside of me.
Her poison will wash away the memories.
We kill the lights, and put on a show.
It's all a lie, but you'd never know.
The star will shine, and then it will fall.
And you will forget it all... ╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣_____ღ_____╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣
As he sat their in that new seat of his making himself comfortable, Haruki glanced off to the side, looking at the male next to him as he spoke about the teachers comment. He blinked curiously and watched him talk before running his hand through his silk blonde hair and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the statement. The teacher was obviously joking, though it was a hard joke he still wwasnt serious about it. He was a lot smarter than that, no teacher was dumb enough to physically hurt a student on campus. The Teacher turned back to Alex when he was done speaking and rose an eye brow before scuffing and turning away once again. The sight of that couldnt help but make Haruki chuckle just softly, glad Alex made him feel stupid either way. It appeared a lot of the other students in the class also snickered at the teacher when he was 'dissed' by the genius of the school. After his eyes had looked around at everyone as they stopped snickering when the teacher glared at them, he looked back at Alex, seeing him sink somewhat into his seat, metaphorically. Not only that but to notice him grow somehwhat nervous or somewhat for some reason.
Was it because attention was payed on him from the class? He wasnt sure how much attention he got but didnt feel like bothering to ask much about it so stayed silent. He slightly liked how the boy helped him, then again he was wondering why he did it. No one really bothered to help him like that, Or help him at all actually. No one really wanted to get involve with the 'troubled' kid, no one wanted to talk to him, or make friends with him and what not like that that normal teenagers did. It didnt bother him much anyways though, he was fine being left alone most of the time. He was picked on by some of the jerky jocks from time to time but they were always put back into line when they got their asses kicked. It appeared Haruki took on the name of 'the school bad a**' from then on. Well, ever since his first year their when he was being teased for his looks and attitude, which lead to one of the kids messing with him get a few broken teeth and another an arm fractured. Then the same thing but with someones leg a year after that. After that, everyone just learned to stop messing with him. He would have gotten expelled for the multiple times that had happened if it wasnt for his fathers pleades and bribes to the school board.
He had seeme to get lost in his thoughts as he stared off in front of him before Alex had replied, bringing him back to reality. He recently found himself spacing out a lot actually. He had a very overactive imagination from time to time, and always found himself day dreaming or just getting lost in his own mind. Feeling better seeing the other boy return a smile, he nodded softly when he said it was okay for him to sit their. He wouldnt have moved either way but it didnt matter. He then Haruki then looked down at his things before glancing over at Alexs when he seemed to do the same, taking out the required things for class. His own stiff wasnt in to back of shape, but it wasnt like he took amazing care of everything, it wasnt his thing of course. But that was only stereotypical. He nodded at his reply once again, feeling slightly the same. He wasnt no artist like Damean for sure, but he wasnt horrible. He like sketching, not drawing but rarely found himself doing it.
He quickly found himself spacing off again, and shook his head to get back into the game, come back to reaily. Or whatever these kids called it now-adays. He couldnt help but think about how he appeared to others right now. Not exactly his looks, but expression or senses he gave people more likely. "Hmm..." He mused as he thought about how he must reak of smoke. He always had a faint cigarette smell to him, then again, he had been around them so much he hardly realised it himself. He was so use to the sell. Oh well, wasnt like he minded much.
Haruki then quickly found himself looking back over at Alex with his small, emerald green eyes that rested half closed, yet with a glint of interest along with his cocky smirk. He couldnt help but notice the flustered pigment in his cheeks and snickered softly to himself in his head. Not to much over the fact he was making fun of him for it, just because it was amusing and well.. Cute. "Alright, 'Alex'." He said softly, putting a bit of a turn of voice, almost smooth sound when he said his name, making sure the teacher didnt hear him over all the other kids and get even more mad than what he already was. Then, when he tried to identify him, he slightly chuckled before comming into a small laughter. "It's Haruki. Haruki Hitamori." He corrected with a friendly smile towards him. "BUT, I dont mind being called that either!~" He chimed happily. "Doesnt sound to bad, huh?~" He said, almost talking to himself more than the male besides him but quickly payed his attention back to him when he realised this. "You can just call me Kitty, or what you want I guess." He said, not particularly caring. He began to then find himself thinking about his next class and groaned. He just wanted the day to be over already, but it just started! What torture. School was such a drag.. Well, atleast it could be interesting from time to time. For example, the stealing of the secret box. The thought making a small, curious, yet deviant expression come over him.
╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣_____ღ_____╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣✘╠«»╣ After Midnight we're all the same,
No glass shoe to bring us fame.
Nobody to take the blame,
We're falling apart.
Every Story's a waiting game,
A flower for every name.
The colors are paling in the falling rain. {{OutOfCandy:}}
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 6:36 pm
  Lucinda opened her car and stepped onto onto the cemented parking lot that the school had. She was once again running late for school and let out an annoyed grown. She couldn't help it. She had woken up early the morning only to have to run to the bathroom and puke. She had tried to go back to sleep after that, but couldn't for what felt like hours! She was of course stressed lately so it was getting harder and harder for her to sleep lately, but she knew that she needed her rest. She had finally fell back asleep, only to wake up and realize that she was late for school once again. She know grabbed her bag of things that she needed, her bottle of water, and the english muffin that she was still snacking on. She closed the door to her car and started heading for the school, her brown boots making soft pats on the pavement. She munched on the english muffin and looked at the bottle of water sadly. Oh what she wouldn't do for a coffee right now~ But no, the caffine in the coffee would be bad for the thing growing in her stomach at the moment. She rubbed her stomach affectionally as she thought about the child...her child. Being pregnant was a pain in the butt and caused her tons of problems, but she still couldn't bring herself to think badly of the child or to think that this was a mistake. She already had a bond with her baby girl or boy and would do anything for it. But back to the coffee. It was the one thing that kept her mood in check in the morning and helped her get through the day. But now she couldn't even have that. Yes, she could have a small cup a day but she didn't want anything to affect her precious child so she cut off of it for good until the baby was born.
She was currently three months pregnant and a bump had formed on her once thin, toned dancer's stomach. She was thankful though that she was still able to hide it for the moment. She wore loose sweaters to cover it up and so far nobody had suspected a thing. Even if it did ever show, she knew that people would ask her if she was pregnant. You don't ask unless you're sure...otherwise the person could've just gained a few and then you'd be really rude! She wore dark magenta tights, a white puffy skirt, and a dark blue and purple sweater. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back into a messy bun with her bangs still falling against her forehead. She had finally made it inside and her golden eyes glanced around the empty hallways. Crap, she was really late. She quickly made her way to her locker as she finished her food. She opened it, put her bag in there, and then pulled out her Chemistry book. She closed her locker and then made her way to her first class. She was nervous today. She told herself repeatedly over and over in her head that today she had to tell the father of her baby that...well that he was the father! She had been putting it off for months now, convincing herself that she should wait until the three-month period. Now that time was here and she was trying to find another excuse to put it off, but knew she couldn't. Her stomach would keep getting bigger and people would know soon enough. Plus that stupid box of secrets had been stolen, so how knows...maybe somebody would spill her secret for her. She went into her class and excused herself for interrrupting. She quickly made her way to her seat next to Ares, who was once again spacing out like normal. She smiled when the other told her she was late and responded, "Shush" as she slipped into her seat. She tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, but the whole time she kept nervously playing with her fingers as to what she was going to do today.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 7:25 pm
❚❚❚❚Damean Wyatt Haiten❚❚❚❚ Though Damean's comment did indeed seem to be insulting, well it was obvious from how Zeki's reacted, it was he who felt a bit insulted. Comparing him to Picasso, a great artist, well known by many for even his name is so well known around the world but Damean was simply a student who could use a brush and a pencil. He felt himself nothign compared to Picasso and other artists for they were masters in his eyes, masters who cannot be compared to others even if the world wishes so. But it wasn't just art that was compared, people and animals as well. Were all judged by our looks, personality, facial features, fashion sense and our actions. Its hard to find people who will actually try to go out of thier way to get to know you, there arn't many but they were out there, somewhere. If only people observed people for who they are than of what they are could people get a better grasp of a person but thats not the only type of observing power that was few. If people actually payed attention to a person's facial expression, thier movements, the shift in their eye, would people be able to figure out thier problems that they try to keep hidden.
It just wasn't Zeki's reaction that he noticed, the fact that he was staring at him was just a tad odd, though there were many reason why: 1)They had an interest in him, which was quite common but it didn't necessairly mean a strong sort of feeling or attraction, 2)They were staring at him without noticing it, such as daydreaming or sleeping with their eye's open which seemed to be a bit odd, or 3) his different colored eyes. It was mostly #1 and #3 though there were other reasons they were the top two, they both had one same common similiarity entertwined with one another. People usually stared because of the color of his eye's, its been that way since he was young and he had been quite used to it. Having different colored eyes was pretty rare, you didn't see someone with such unique eye's everyday and this trait is just so rare that Damean is the only student with such different colored eyes in the school and he would't be surprised if he was the only one with such a trait in town. Usually, when people do talk to him its mostly about art or his eyes, the most common question was, 'Do you see any differently with different colored eyes?' That was actually an absurd question and they clearly knew the answer to it as well, clearly the answer was NO! It was just like seeing with the same colored eyes, there's no difference its just the color of the lens thats all, it doesn't affect how you see, not one bit. If your retina's were different color than thats a different story, since that would either mean you were blind, partially or could see well. His eyes and his talent for art always seemed to draw some sort of attention, he didn't dislike it one bit, in fact he was glad of the company. Yes, you needed to concentrate on art but what was the point of art if you had no one to share it with, maybe Damean wasn't really someone who would beg around for friends but he sure did appreciate them would would come once in a blue moon.
Betwee you and me, there had been a couple of rumors, students from the school did not start it but one student once overheard Damean's parents conversation, and found something that was quite odd. In this conversation it was said that his mother could no longer take how her son behaved, she said it was if she was dealing with night and day whenever he came home or gotten into trouble, mostly just teacher's 'concerns' on his grade nothing that would drag him to jail. His mother, confessed that she hated those eyes for she hated the fact that she felt like she was looking at two different people instead of just one. The father confessed he felt uneasy about those eyes for there were times that when he looked into his son's eyes, he wouldn't find his son but a stranger looking at him, observing like some sort of animal in a cage. But these were the parents opinions and the unknown student took off when his phone began to rang. In short, Damean was a man who was struck as peculiar, odd, strange, mysterious even, besides his art pieces and his colored eyes, there really wasn't much known about this guy. A man who hid in the shadows and for more than just one reason.
Familiar faces had begun to sprung inside the classroom and not only were people coming but as well as problems. Damean had intended to respond to Zeki's comment but the students provided a show for the whole class and it would of been rude if he had ignored and interuppted it. But he was quite surprised at Alex's or Alexander, however he wanted to be called, comment, it wasn't everyday you see a student put a teacher in his place, it was actually very amusing that a light chuckle had escaped his pale peach lips. It was all to obvious that the teacher was fuming at such a comment that the braniac of the school had made, ahh but he quickly remembered to fill in some more doodles and thats what he did. The first doodle was the mysterious boy he had yet to meet who continued to sit outside by the trees, he only sketched face quickly unsure if his target would move or not. Next were Alex and Haruki, everyone knew that Alex was a genius here but this genius had off days according to his teachers. Damean had only but a few classes with the genius and whenever he went to his classes he would always overlooks his 'partners' shoulder to make sure they tie their end of the bargin by making sure that his test scores weren't low or too high but somewhere where he would pass without beins suspicious. He had noticed, when looking over some of his classmates grades that Alex's dropped from time to time, it was odd but there really wans't to worry since Alex would always get his grades back up. Then there was Haruki, his reputation as rule breaker, smoking, fighting, tardies and such, a normal teenage guy in Damean's mind its not like every guy here in the school was perfect and not everyone's private life was just as great either. Everyone had thier own difficulites and obstacles, people had thier own way of dealing with it so it wasn't usually good for people to involve themselves in people affairs.
Damean had completed sketches and the few notes he wrote down next to them and at the bottom, right hand corner of the page he put his signature in case this sketchbook was to get lost or his picture but mainly to show that he was the creater of this doodle. The teacher, wrote on the board a reminder of a project being due by the end of this week, it was only a Monday so people had about 3 1/2 days to finish it. The project was to simply make a portrait of anything you like and it was your choice at how you did it, you could sketch, water paint, or paint but it had to be colored, that much was necessary and you didn't need to put it on a canvas, you could put it on a blank piece of paper for all he cared. But that was the assignmen and Damean didn't really give it much thought as he was interested in two such well known people, having a nice little chat in the corner of the room.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 7:39 pm
"Life is an illusion. The more you play with it, the bigger the trap gets."Alexander Illusion BonvinchiAlexander was currently looking down at the desk, ignoring the scuffing that was made from the teacher. It wasn't anything really. He knew that the teacher was joking and such, but it irratated him how teachers could just comment about anything, and not get told back about it. Now he just felt like it was the right time. He looround at the kids snickering at the comment, and scratched the back of his neck shyly. He wasn't used to getting attention as such, so he was just nervous a bit about it. He took the end of his scarf and wrapped the long, yellow warmth around his neck, then hide his chin within it. He hated getting any attention at all, in all honosty, so he wasn't sure why he even did it. Maybe... He sighed softly, but it was muffled by the scarf.
The class was soon quiet once again, or semi-quiet. He was soon off in his own world once again, and his eyes closed as he tapped his foot. He crossed his arms and sat there tiredly. He hated being tired on school days. He was often wide awake and alert then having his eyes closed and tired. Of course it didn't matter, seeing as he could just listen and it was automatically engraved within his mind. It was as easy as combing your hair down for him. But still, he himself did tend to get rude comments about it. From anyone, though. It was only normal. He wouldn't want to make fun of the freak who could remember everything without trying. It was hard though, for him at least.
He was soon reopened his eyes, and quietly looked up at the board. He said nothing once again after the male just nodded, and he paid attention to his own surroundings. It was odd to have someone beside him. He felt like it was part of his space getting taken up, but at the same time, there was something comforting about the trouble maker beside him. He knew a lot about this guys past experiences, mostly because people tend to gossip a lot, and he just happens to hear it. Honostly, he has a lot of secrets about others.
Alexander realized the male was spacing out, but he didn't feel like saying anything about it. He just sat there an wondered what the other could be thinking about. Whatever, it wasn't any of his business anyways. He sighed softly, "You know," he started quietly, "when you smoke, it takes away six minutes of your life..." he whispred softly. He had a hint of annoyance, but it was because he hated the smell greatly. Still, it was more of a soft tone then anything.
When Haruki turned to him, Alex slightly looked back. He raised a brow at the way he used his name, but at the same time, he felt slightly over whelmed by it. He just tried to keep his cool, and not look like a total dork in front of him. Plus, he liked the way it sounded. He couldn't help but feel completely embarressed when he had gotton his name wrong, and he turned away, "Re-Really?" he asked in utter shock. Usually he was correct about things like such. Maybe he was more nervouse then he though. He was thankful for the scarf that was currently wrapped around his face, though it only sheilded half of his cheek, and was revealing a rather light red coloured that dusted them. He smiled thankfully when he said he didn't mind that either. Still, he'd more then likely stick with Haruki. He nodded a bit when he was told that he could just call him 'Kitty', and he turned back to him, "Why do they call you kitty?" he asked softly, titling his head to the side just a tad. He slender hand reached up to unravel the scarf when he figured his cheeks where back to their normal color. He stared at him for a bit longer, and raised a brow at the expression he was now giving off. Alexander now wondered what he could possible be thinking about, but either way kept to himself. He soon began to tap both his foot and his finger in a nervous tick befohifting slightly in his seat. Ugh. What a pain it was to be on drugs sometimes. He never took them before school, and when he did, he had to serve the consiquences of what was to come after. Those damned ticks! Still, people where to oblivous on to what was going on, and they just figured it was because he had nothing better to do. He liked them having that idea than any other idea stuck in their heads, anyways.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:52 pm
While everybody was busy chatting away in class, nobody noticed a figure walking down the hallway. Who this person was and what this person looked like will stay unknown. The important thing to know about this person though was that they were currently slipped an anyomous note into each of our main character's lockers. One for Alexander, One for Jackie, One for Ares, One for Haruki, One for Lucinda, One for Damean, and One for Zeki. This mysterious person smiled once they were done 'dropping off' their little notes and left the school before anyone noticed them. What was said on the notes people wouldn't find out until they went to their lockers next in between classes. But I guess I'll let you peek and give you a heads up on what the notes say:
For Alexander:
They say you're destined for great things, but you must not want that if you're willing to let it all go for a couple of moments feeling carefree and invincible. Sorry, Alexander but you're not invincible and you can easily be taken down. Drugs, huh? Never saw that one coming, truthfully. So now to wonder why you want to fill your body with pills and get high...sick of being a freak of the school? Don't blame you...really who would want an annoying male who will beat them in everything they do? I bet you have that bad habit of saying annoying little facts that nobody wants to know either..right? Or could it be to keep that bad temper of yours in check? Everyone thinks you're oh so sweet, but I've heard stories of people who have witnessed your temper. You freak out at people cause you hate being hurt. You might feel guilty afterwards, but the damage is still done. You can't always take back words, Alexander. Or I bet it's this reason. I heard you're an orphan, that something bad happened to your family when you were younger. Let me guess, you don't like to remember it, do you? Too late, I guess. I bet you were the cause of their death...that would make sense. I'll get to my point now. You're being blackmailed. From time to time, I'll deliver notes to you. You do what they say, no hesitation. Otherwise I'll let your little drug secret slip. You'll probably be sent to rehab and be known as a pothead for the rest of your life. And if that doesn't intimidate you, well I guess I could start researching on what happened to your family those years ago. If you can't tell, I'm really good at researching~
For Jackie:
So you're the new kid....Jackie, right? You seem normal and average...even a little boring truthfully. But once I started to learn your secret, then things got a bit more interesting. Who knew that Zeki was adopted? Well I guess you do~ How does it feel to be reunited with the brother you never knew you had? Can't be too good since you've never talked to your brother. What too afraid to tell the truth? How come? Afraid that Zeki wouldn't want to get to know his brother? Probably not. There's nothing special about you. He already has everything, why would he want you to come into his life now and mess everything up? But now back to who you actually are. You were a little harder to dig things up about and that's when I realize it was because you hacked your way into this school. I was wondering how you managed to get into Cornelia at such an odd time when the school already has a waited list of other people wanting in. Do you parents know what you did? Of course not. They don't know anything. They especially don't know that you're trying to contact your brother. They gave him away for a reason...don't you think you should stop questioning that? I wouldn't be surprise if they gave you away next. I'll get to my point now. You're being blackmailed. From time to time, I'll deliver notes to you. You do what they say, no hesitation. If you don't, then I'll send you back to where you came from. I'll expose your secret, Zeki will think you're some freakish stalker and never want to get to know you, your parents will probably ground you for life, and you'll be away from Cornelia for good.
For Ares:
Hmm...where to start. You do a good job of hiding the dirt on you, but fortunantly I only need one secret of yours and it's plenty juicy. It's always a wonder how you take the abuse at school here so well, but I bet it's nothing compared to what your father does to you. Is that why you cover up all the time? To hide all the pretty bruises and marks that your daddy gives you? Or is to hide your body so that you can keep all the boys that constantly flirt with you away? Ha, yeah right. Everyone knows that one isn't true. The only boys that you find that will ever like you are outside of Cornelia, right? Don't worry the boys here are too good for you anyways and deserve someone without such a messed up life. I bet it annoys you though. I'm just waiting for you to freak out and break down one day...it's bound to happen. Nobody sticks up for you cause they don't want to get teased themselves so you just take it...and take it..and take it..until one day, you'll explode in anger and hurt. Luckily for me, I also heard another rumor about you. Something about a night a month ago that included two of Zeki's friends. Now I really am curious as to why you haven't spilled this secret? It would get them expelled so why keep it? It wouldn't hurt you....or maybe it will. Scared of the idea that people might want revenge on you or something, Ares? I'll get to my point now. You're being blackmailed. From time to time, I'll deliver notes to you. You do what they say, no hesitation. Otherwise I'll spill your secrets and I bet you already know the consequences of that. Those two boys will be expelled, your father will go to jail, they will all hold a grudge against you, you'll be homeless, and everyone will pity you every second of your life. I'm not scared about you though. You've already worked so hard to keep your secrets hidden and I know you'll do anything to make them stay that way.
For Haruki:
Now you are the most interesting out of all. When I read your secret, I couldn't help but laugh my head off. There's no way that's true. Being nonhuman is something for stories, not for real life. I was going to brush this off and say I wasn't interested in your secret. But then I did some research on your father, Haruki. Not only do weird things happen around you, but they happen around him also. He seemed pretty lustful and strict for a male. I'm still figuring out exactly what it is you are, but I know for sure now that you're not human. You're a freak trying to live with a world filled of normal humans. I really hope you don't have a crush on any of them. I bet you do though, I've heard that developing a crush for you isn't very hard...maybe it's just in your nature~ If I were you, I'd give up hope on ever finding someone though. Once that person finds out what a freak you are, they'll be running for there lives...probably even end up in a mental hospital or something. I'll get to my point now. You're being blackmailed. From time to time, I'll deliver notes to you. You do what they say, no hesitation. I might not know what you are yet, but I'm sure the government could figure it out. Did you know that they love finding odd, creepy things like you? I bet they'd love to do some experiments on your. Keep you locked up and find out what you truly are.
For Lucinda:
Always out to try to tick your stuck-up parents, aren't you? I guess I don't blame you. But now it looks like you'ver pushed it too far~ What would your parents do if they found out you have a bun in the oven, Lucinda? That's who you're most worried will find out your secret, isn't it? Not the school, not the baby's father...but your parents. Well maybe if you had kept your pants on a bit more often, this wouldn't have happened. But no, you just had to give it to a number of guys just to tick your parents off. I think you deserve what happened to you. I feel bad for the child though. Maybe you'll be smart and give it up for adoption...give it to someone who really cares. Doubt you will though. I wonder when you're going to tell your baby daddy though? I could do it for you if you'd like~ I would love to do that. What? Scared that he'll bail on you and leave you to take care of the thing by yourself? He should. It would be best for you...trust me I know some secrets of your baby's father also and you don't want to know them. I'll get to my point now. You're being blackmailed. From time to time, I'll deliver notes to you. You do what they say, no hesitation. I guess you could just wait...it's not like everyone won't know your secret sooner or later. You can only hide that fat stomach for so long. But if you do what I say, you can keep holding off exposing the truth like you have been this whole time. Otherwise, I'll tell everyone now. Your parents probably won't listen and will kick you out as soon as they heard, the baby's father will abadoned you also but I already told you that's good for you, and people will be just like me and think that you got what you deserve.
For Damean:
Hey there Da Vinci, Picasso, Monet, Van Gogh, and on and on~ You really hate that, don't you? Being compared to some of the greatest artists ever known. I don't blame you..you'll never be like them. Your parents will crush all those hopes and dreams for you. Especially if they find out that you're getting 'fairly comfortable' with a number of the female teachers at Cornelia. Not only will your secret ruin your life, but it'll also ruin quite a few of theres. And if I've learned anything it's that people can get quite revengeful when their lives get messed with. I'd watch out. Trading sex for good grades? I wonder how your parents would react to that one. Probably kick you out since you're a disappoint of a son or something along those lines. You'll also be kicked out of Cornelia. I know how strict they are there and a scandal like this could really affect the school. I'll get to my point now. You're being blackmailed. From time to time, I'll deliver notes to you. You do what they say, no hesitation. If you don't listen, then I'll let your secret slip. You'll be kicked out of your home, out of school, have quite a few female teachers angry at you, and the best part? You still won't get those good grades that you get only for sleeping around. Except for in art...but let's be truthful..how many artist actually make it? Warning: you have more trouble coming your way also, watch out.
For Zeki:
Now you really will be fun to take down. It's one thing to ruin somebody's life when nobody cares about them...but it's another to ruin the life of the most popular male at Cornelia. But you're probably oblivious to that just like you're oblivious to the fact that so many people have crushes on you. Be they won't have crushes on you if I tell your secret...well the girls won't. I bet the boys would be thrilled~ At first, I was scared. I read your secret and I know that I would need proof for people to believe me on this one. You're Zeki, you'd proably just simply say it was all a joke if I told people you were homosexual. And don't say you're not. Don't say it was only one time. You know that that one time was more pleasurable than any time you've ever had with a women...it's obvious the way you act on this little tape I have. That's right I have a tape of what happened that night, bet you didn't think there was a camera in the room. Even I was surprised, but someone out there really doesn't like you since they sent me this tape. Now I have proof and people will know it's not just a joke. You can deny your sexuality all you want...hell, I'm sure you even deny it to yourself. But the truth will come out if you don't listen. I'll get to my point now. You're being blackmailed. From time to time, I'll deliver notes to you. You do what they say, no hesitation. If you don't listen, then your secret comes out. Your parents will be disgusted with you, probably want to ignore you for the rest of their lives...but I guess if you find out another little secret that I know, then you wouldn't care about that one. But all that attention and all the girls that you get will be gone. Girls aren't too into a homosexual man as they are a straight one. Don't worry, maybe you'll find a nice male to be with~ Probably not though since you're such a homophobic. You'll proably lash out at whatever guy would be nice enough to take you and then they'll leave you too.
{{By the way, these letters are suppose to be harsh. They're from people that want revenge on your characters for whatever reason and that's all I'm saying xD But please don't get offended or anything xP lol}}
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