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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 10:13 pm
  The hair on the back of Suzuki's neck prickled as she picked up vibes of the girl believing she would get away with something other teachers wouldn't let her do. Suzuki commented none to it, one, it was just a suspision; two, she didn't actually mind students doing a lot of things. "Sculpting. That is always my favorite to teach but I fear we won't get to it in this semester. Making clay pots is the closest we'll get to actual sculpting." Suzuki stated sadly. The syllabus was already packed and some things she was sure they wouldn't get to in just one semester. 'This is why the school needs an Art II.' ❝In the end
As you fade into the night
Who will tell
The story of your life?❞
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2016 2:47 pm
:¨·.·¨: `·. "Are you having fun? " ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ • ╔══════════════╗
Location: Class
Mood: Bored
Form: Pic
╚══════════════╝ After sitting through biology, Chance was worn and weary. He thought they would be doing cool things like dissecting dead animals, but in reality, they were learning about osmosis. The last thing he wanted to do now was arts and crafts. Dull facts pretty much stunted his creativity for the day. The guy dragged his feet through the halls, trying to think of an excuse to skip class. No such luck. His shuffling made him a couple minutes late. He poked his head in through the door, eyeing a vacant seat with his name on it. • ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ "Because I'm having a blast!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2016 7:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 12:40 pm
:¨·.·¨: `·. "Are you having fun? " ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ • ╔══════════════╗
Location: Class
Mood: Bored
Form: Pic
╚══════════════╝ Chance was taken off guard by the person coming up from behind him. She looked like…a teacher, right? Looks like she was just as bad with punctuality as he was. And eating in class? Absolutely scandalous. At least she had good taste. Maybe arts and crafts won't be so bad, but Chance was withholding judgement for the time being. "Oh, sorry." He got out of the way, walking into the classroom in the process. Eyeing those cookies, a small grin crept on his face. "I hope you have enough to share with the class" He carelessly tossed his bag on the nearby table and sat down. • ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ "Because I'm having a blast!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 3:13 pm
❝ My hands are searching for you...
...My arms are outstretched towards you... ❞××======================================××Suzuki stepped into the classroom behind the boy, dropping the papers on a table at the front. She sighed in relief to have the weight out of her arms. Sitting in her chair made her realize just how exhausted she was. Between managing her class and managing her art career, she had little time to spare for sleep. Taking another cookie from the bag, she set it on the edge of the table. "You may have some, if you like." She motioned to the bag slightly, closing her eyes as she bit into the snack in her hand. Her fatigue would soon get the better of her if she didn't get up and do something, but finally resting felt so good. Her eyes snapped open once she remembered something very important to her teaching job. "Oh! What is your name, by the way?" She sat up and moved her hands over the desk, searchng for a writing utensil and the attendance book. ××======================================××❝ I can feel you all around me...
...Thinkening the air I'm breathing... ❞
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2016 2:08 pm
:¨·.·¨: `·. "Are you having fun? " ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ • ╔══════════════╗
Location: Class
Mood: Bored
Form: Pic
╚══════════════╝ She had set the treats on her desk. Way too far for Chance to feel like venturing. He sighed and propped his head up with the help of his arm, boredom quickly setting in. It looked like the teacher wasn't going to be very excitable either. "Chance" he drawled, eyeing her while she pawed at the desk. "Chance Baxter. I kinda just transferred though"She hadn't properly introduced herself yet, but he figured that would come soon enough so Chance didn't bother asking. • ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ "Because I'm having a blast!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 8:47 pm
❝ My hands are searching for you...
...My arms are outstretched towards you... ❞××======================================××Suzuki's hand clasped down on a pencil (it felt like a coloured pencil but a pencil nonetheless) and located the attendance book. She flipped it open, brushing her finger over the raised dots scattered across the page. Finding a "Chance Baxter", she made a mark signifying that he was present. "Ah, transfer, huh? It's nice to meet you, Chance. I am Suzuki Hayashi, art teacher. I do hope you come to like our school." She smiled, head turned his direction (hopefully). She plucked another cookie from the package, noting that it hadn't appeared like the boy was very motivated to share in the snack, though Suzuki thought he was a bit obvious in wanting some just a few minutes ago. ××======================================××❝ I can feel you all around me...
...Thinkening the air I'm breathing... ❞
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 5:54 pm
:¨·.·¨: `·. "Are you having fun? " ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ • ╔══════════════╗
Location: Class
Mood: Bored
Form: Pic
╚══════════════╝ He watched her, huffing out another sigh. "Yeah, it's interesting here alright." His roommate alone could shoot fire out of his hands. He pulled his bag closer, taking out its contents: a notebook, a pen, and an energy drink. Chance opened the can as discretely as possible, but it was no where near inconspicuous. After a few swigs, he set it down. "So, what am I learning today? This is one of the few "normal" classes, right?" He used air quotes for his own benefit. • ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ "Because I'm having a blast!"
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