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 Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:47 pm
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Story
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Rules
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Class Schedule
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Additional
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School Grounds
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Skeleton
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Accepted Girls
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Accepted Boys
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Setting
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:54 pm
You think love makes you stronger? You and your beloved, together, forever.
Taking on whoever or whatever, the whole <********> world?
And everything will be perfect? Well, You're right WRONG.
Love makes you vulnerable. Exposed. Trusting. Weak, even.
People...people like me, love, to take advantage of you.
Especially when you're in love.
Love thrives in teen years. High school, to be exact...
Can you find love in this drama ridden school, filled to the brim with hormones?
I doubt it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:58 pm
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Follow my god damn profile skeleton.
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This is Semi-literate; At least one paragraph.
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If you have a question, PM me.
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Label your profiles "Broken promise." And send them to me.
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No god-modding, flaming, or being a douche.
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Interact with each other.
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Don't post once and leave. Tell me if you'll be going for a while.
This is a long term role play.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:10 pm
7am
School Opens
7;25-8
English
8;05-9;10
History
9;15-10;20
Math
10;25-11;30
Science
11;35-12;45
Lunch
12;50-1;55
Choice
2-3;05
Choice
3;15
Buses Leave
3;15-6;30
Extracurricular Activities
7pm
School Closes
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:36 pm
Choice Classes;;
You may choose two
French
Japanese
Spanish
Physical Education and Health
Social Studies and Humanities
Art (Visual Arts)
Business and Computer Studies
Dance
Drama
Musicial Theatre, Music & Music Repertoire
Science
Algebra II
Calculus
Biology
Chemistry
Electricity/Woodshop
Machining/Welding
Technology: Integrated Technologies
World History
American History
Canadian History
Extracurricular Activities;;
Clubs
You may choose one of the following, for after school activities.
Students Council
Cancer Campaign Committee
Hoops for Heart
Yearbook Committee
United Way
Television Announcements
Native Students Association
School Council
Strings
Saunders Computer Club
Best Buddies (help developmentally challenged students)
Writer's Club
Sports
You may choose as many as you can handle
Girls Fast Pitch Softball
Boys Baseball
Girls Football
Boys Football
Girls Hockey
Boys Hockey
Mixed Badminton
Girls Badminton
Boys Badminton
Boys Basketball
Girls Basketball
Wrestling
Swim Team
Rugby
Boys Soccer
Girls Soccer
Golf
Rowing
Tennis
Volley Ball
Track and Field
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:41 pm
Pictures of School grounds.
Coming soon
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:59 pm
Skeleton to Follow
Note:: If you don't use a line, Example: You don't do a school sport, put NA.
Note:: Look at my profile to get it right. MAKE YOUR PROFILE LOOK LIKE MINE!
Note:: May have 1-2 colors for your posting color [imgleft]ANIME PICTURE ONLY PLEASE[/imgleft]
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR][size=16](_First Layer_)[/size][/color]
[size=9][color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Puppet_Master[/color] Your Username
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Full Name:[/color] First Middle Last
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Nick Name(s):[/color] 1-3
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Age:[/color] Birth date;;Number ( 15-18 )
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Height:[/color] Feet and Inches
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Weight:[/color] Pounds
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Shoe Size:[/color] In Mens/Womens[/size]
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR][size=16](_Second Layer_)[/size][/color]
[size=9][color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Personality:[/color] Moods and Actions
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Hobbies:[/color] One-Three
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Likes:[/color] Bulletin form Please
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Dislikes:[/color] Bulletin Form Please[/size]
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR][size=16](_Third and Final Layer_)[/size][/color]
[size=9][color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Biography:[/color] Two Paragraphs at least. No more than 4. ( Paragraph - 4+ Sentences )[/size]
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR][size=16](_Class Schedule_)[/size][/color]
[size=9][color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Grade:[/color] Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, Senior
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Choice Class o1:[/color] One of the Choice Classes
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]Choice Class o2:[/color] Another of the Choice Classes
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]EA Clubs:[/color] One Club
[color=YOUR POSTING COLOR]EA Sports:[/color] Please make it no more then 3[/size]
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 12:36 am
Accepted Girls .♥.♥.♥.♥.  (_First Layer_)
Puppet_Master: Ai the Fallen
Full Name: Annora Marie Dawson
Nick Name(s): Ana, Annie
Age: August 4th;;17
Height: 5 feet and 5 Inches
Weight: 120 Pounds
Shoe Size: 8.5 In Womens
(_Second Layer_)
Personality: *Fun
*Loving
*Caring
*Warm
*Sweet
*Shy
Hobbies: Writing, Dancing, Acting
Likes: *Loves Music
*Loves Art
*Loves singing and acting
*loves her friends
*loves the rain and snow
Dislikes: * Fears Spiders
*Fears Bugs
*Nuts
*Afriad of sex and men
*Doesnt want to ever fall in love
*Scared of getting hurt
(_Third and Final Layer_)
Biography: Annora, as the second of the five
daughters in the Roberts family, is the more well-read and ready-witted
of her siblings. While her elder sister Jane is considered to be the
beautiful one, Annora is frequently referred to as her father's favorite; however
these two are the closest of the sisters (and the most mature). She frequently
shares her father's sardonic amusement at both the antics of her mother
and younger sisters: Marie, Kat, and Loria.
Annora, described as being the child that her mother is "least fond" of, is
considered quite pretty and charming, and much is of her 'fine eyes'. She is
also a loving and devoted friend, acting as counselor and confidante to Jane,
who despite being elder and considered the 'beautiful' one, is shy and reserved.
Anne is also characterized as being more assertive and confident, and not
easily cowed by those with higher social ranking than herself.
When she was fifteen years old, her mother died. So out of sheer insanity and grief,
her father, her beloved father, blamed her. From then on, there was no friendship for
Annora. Her father taunted her. He was worse than the kids at her school.
Ever since then, she is still haunted by him. Her father even marked her with an iron
brand to show everyone she was to blame even though she was far from it and was
like her sisters. Her sisters didn't help at all but stayed on their father's side, afraid to
fall into the same fate as Anne. During all those years, her boyfriend kept her company
instead of her sisters. Jane would talk to her from time to time but not daily. In her
room, she learned how to play a couple of instruments herself and a couple types of
dance. Her interest in music increased and also her feeling to get away from her family.
When this opportunity came to her, she took it but knowing it wouldn't please her father
and would make even more distance between them. One day she hopes to get her
good relationship back with her father but til then she has to deal with his insanity
over her mother. She has somewhat come to depend on
her boyfriend more then she should, but is trying to stand on her own two feet.
Annora is almost willing to anything he says, seeing as she knows, or thinks she knows,
that he would do anything that was in her own best interest.
(_Class Schedule_)
Grade: Junior
Choice Class o1: Dance
Choice Class o2: Musical Theatre, Music & Music Repertoire
EA Clubs: Writer's Club
EA Sports: Swim Team, Softball, Soccer .♥.♥.♥.♥.  (_First Layer_)
Puppet_Master anti-colour-stars
Full Name: Lynsie Mitashima Juytictres Katmu Yytaria
Nick Name(s): Taria, Mits, Lyn
Age: 9th April ;;14
Height: 5 foot 2 inchs
Weight: 120 pounds
Shoe Size: Womens size 5
(_Second Layer_)
Personality: Chatty
good theive
untrustworthy
Hobbies: Art
Gymnastics
Likes: *Music
*Art
*Clothes
*talking
Dislikes: *Fear of the dark
*allergy to nuts
(_Third and Final Layer_)
Biography: She lived with her mum and dad until they died in a car accident a few years ago, ever since she has traveled with Casia being tought everything Casia know, self defense, hunting, and expert thieving. Casia left her to go to high school when she reached the age of 14 and has never seen a man before, apart from her father. Lynsie is curious to all sexuallity, as she has never had a relationship more than a care taker one. Lynsie is chatty and ready to meet new people, no matter what they are like, but has not fondation[sp] group to stand on.
Lynsie is Russian but doesn't talk Russian, she can't remember Russia but would love to go back. She lost her memory at the age of 12, but Casia soon after tought her everything again, so skills wise Lynsie has lost nothing at all. Her names come from relatives that died in battle. Lynsie likes to talk fondly of Casia.
(_Class Schedule_)
Grade: Freshman
Choice Class o1: French
Choice Class o2: Science
EA Clubs: Writer's Club
EA Sports: NA .♥.♥.♥.♥.  (_First Layer_)
Puppet_Master 0oaphroditeo0
Full Name: Emma Raine Watson
Nick Name(s): Emmy
Age: March 6, 1992;;16
Height: 5'6
Weight: 115
Shoe Size: 8
(_Second Layer_)
Personality: Emma is outgoing and kind. She has a great since of humor and is usually seen laughing or smiling.
Hobbies: Emma likes sports, dancing, and art.
Likes: ~~Wakeboarding
~~Soccer
~~Running
~~Art
~~Techno Music
~~Parties
~~Raves
~~Motorcycles
~~Sugar
~~Batman
Dislikes: ~~People who chew with their mouth open
~~Disrespect
~~A weak will
~~Being told what to do more than once
~~Country Music
~~Cars
(_Third and Final Layer_)
Biography: At a young age, Emma was brought into the wonderful world of dancing. She was introduced to all types of dancing including Salsa, Hip Hop, Ballet, and the Fox Trot. Emma enjoyed the exhiliration that she received from dancing and strived to search for something else that would stretch her limits. That was when she stumbled upon wakeboarding. It truly made the adrenaline run through her veins, giving her a rush that she usually recieved at raves that she attended.
As for her family life, her parents were incredibly loving and caring. They supported her through everything she did and raised her to become the kind and happy girl that she is today. Emma also used to have a brother, but he had died from being hit by a car. The family had all gone through a sad and dark moment, but they pulled through it together and came out stronger than before.
(_Class Schedule_)
Grade: Sophomore.
Choice Class o1: Dance
Choice Class o2: Art
EA Clubs: Yearbook Committee
EA Sports: Girls Soccer & Track and Field
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 12:47 am
Accepted Boys .•.•.•.•.  (_First Layer_)
Puppet_Master: oOBroken-CydeOo
Full Name:John Warren Hyde
Nick Name(s):-none-
Age:August 22;;17
Height:6 feet 1 inch
Weight:165 lbs.
Shoe Size:11 men's
(_Second Layer_)
Personality:laid back, nice, emo, sad/depressed (ussually), happy/preppy (rarely).
Hobbies:football, music (screamo/grind-core)
Likes:[bullet]-screamo
-grindcore
-food
-football
-darkness
Dislikes:
-country
-slow music
-freshmen
-Very competetive fans
(_Third and Final Layer_)
Biography: John was born an only child. His dad played college footall. He taught John everything he knew about the sport. He had always wanted John to play but he never forced it on him. But he did force him to watch one pro game with him. After that game John loved football. Every week they'd watch footbal together and have a 'father son bonding time'. John grew up to be a great half back.
One home game they were doing maintence on the guest stands. So they sat with the home parents and spectators. During one of John's junior year games he was ripped down by his facemask and injured his neck. The ref's never called the flag. John's very competitive father heard an away parent screaming "THAT'A BOY KYLE! NICE JOB!" John's father punch him square in the jaw. He rolled down the bleachers recieving several broken limbs. He was hospitalized for weeks. John's father served a 3 year sentence to jail. A week after the incident John and his family moved to Washington leaving his father alone.
(_Class Schedule_)
Grade:Senior
Choice Class o1 razz .E./health
Choice Class o2:Science
EA Clubs:-none-
EA Sports:Football .•.•.•.•.  (_First Layer_)
Puppet_Master: Lahren
Full Name: Connor Patrick McCoy
Nick Name(s): Pat, Con (He allows no one to call him this anymore.)
Age: July 7th;; 17.
Height: 6'6.
Weight: 134 pounds.
Shoe Size: 10 in Mens.
(_Second Layer_)
Personality:
Connor tends to be a rather quiet fellow, though he does his best to be polite and talkative. Whenever his emotions overwhelm him, he becomes a recluse temporarily and holes himself up in his room. Usually though, he keeps a small smile on and engages in polite conversation with people. He's friendly but still reserved, usually only speaking of his past with vague, maybe even cryptic words. It takes some time to break him from his shell and to get him to open up. Once one does get him to open up, he becomes an energetic, affectionate fellow.
Hobbies:
- Daydreaming.
- Playing the guitar.
- People-watching.
Likes:
- Studying emotion.
- Wandering aimlessly.
- Exercising.
- Reminiscing.
- Intellectual conversation.
- Music.
- Singing.
- Philosophy.
Dislikes:
- Over-dramatic people.
- Loss.
- Lying about love.
- Reminiscing. (One of those, you-love-em-and-hate-em things.)
- Violence.
- Losing his temper.
- Losing control over his emotions.
(_Third and Final Layer_)
Biography:
Connor was born to a single mother in Texas, his father having split before he was born. His youth was generally easy, without any real hardships. He was an exceptional corner on the football team, a skilled Discus thrower, and a gentlemanly fellow. Life was good in those days.
In seventh grade, he met a girl named Nicole. Love at first sight used to be rubbish to him, but his opinion on that reversed with their meeting. Within months they were a couple, and he was in love. Many said it was a foolish idea; That teenagers were incapable of real love. Connor begged to differ.
They lived happily for seven months. While it seems like a short amount of time, even a moment would be enough for him. The two kept their relationship a secret from Nicole's parents, fully aware that their response would not be good. You see, her parents were over-zealous Christians; Connor was an Atheist, and still is. Unfortunately, her parents inevitably found out anyway and the pair had predicted correctly. Nicole's parents were outraged and took her to Florida.
Connor was broken. All of their communication was cut off and he fell into depression. His condition worried those around him who were his friends, so he's covered up his pain since then. He quit the football team and all other extre-curricular activities, simply collapsing into himself. Months at a time, he would speak only for academic reasons, ignore all around him. He just didn't care about anything but her. Connor remained this way for a year and a half, by himself in sorrow.
His friends finally knocked some sense into him though, and quite literally. One of his closer friends busted down his door and punched him in the jaw. Odd as it was, it sure worked. The simple hit brought him from his severe depression, and they urged him to move and find happiness again. Years later, he finally moved to Washington hoping to start anew. Maybe he'd finally get over Nicole. Only time will tell.
(_Class Schedule_)
Grade: Junior.
Choice Class o1: Physical Education and Health.
Choice Class o2: Musical Theatre, Music & Music Repertoire.
EA Clubs: Strings. [[I'm assuming that this has to do with stringed instruments, but I'm not all too sure.]]
EA Sports: Track and Field. .•.•.•.•.  (_First Layer_) Puppet_Master: CriminalxInsanity
Full Name: Damien Alec Eckhard
Nick Name(s) biggrin amie, or Dame.
Age:17
Birth date: 4-23
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 110
Shoe Size: 11 (_Second Layer_)Personality: Damien is pretty modest, and denies all that he is praised for. He's wild and crazy, and tends to swear too much. He may act like an a**, but he has a heart, somewhere inside that skinny body. He's way more protective than he gives himselfe credit for, and almost always blames himself for anything that goes wrong. Your car broke down? It's his fault. There is also nothing about Damien that is altruistic. You stratch his back, he'll scratch yours, but the next time you won't even ask. Most people would compare him to a puppy. Which is true, minus the slobbering, and pissing on trees.
Well. Maybe not pissing on trees part.
Hobbies: Playing/practicing guitar, eating, going to shows.
Likes:
-Eating
-Sleeping
-Skateboarding
-Driving fast
-Reading
-Learning
-Listening to music
-Creating music
-Creating havoc
-Toying with chemicals.
Dislikes:
-Getting hurt
-Falling down
-Tripping up
-Messing up
-Being dumped
-Eating asparagus (_Third and Final Layer_) Biography: Damien was born into a wealthy family. He got whatever he wanted in a reasonable amount of time, because his parents could afford it, and because Damien was a relatively good kid. It just didn't occur to Damien until sixteen years later, that getting ******** up on vikodin, and booze was soo much better than waiting for an iPhone. He'd already gotten the sweet Toyota he's wanted anyway. His parents would have kicked him out, the first time they had found out about his over-the-top usage of opiates, if not for Damien's outstanding grades. Even with passing out before a test, and not studying, he could pass it.
He sailed through elementary school, high honor roll, and advanced placements. He still takes college level courses in high school.
As for his love life? He has none. Or none that he would speak of, anyway. Sure he's had a couple of one night stands, but nobody grabbed on to his heart. He's never been attracted to someone, unless it was because of their body. It's not that he doesn't believe in love; he was positive there was something out there; but he knew he had yet to find it. (_Class Schedule_)Grade: Junior
Choice Class 01: Music & Music Repertoire.
Choice Class 02: Calculus.
EA Clubs: None.
EA Sports: Boys Soccer.•.•.•.•.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 12:52 am
Location;;
Forks, Washington, USA
Whether;;
Rainy, Stormy
Date;;
Is changed every 3 days
August 20th, 2008
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 12:53 am
Reserved.
For later use.
Maybe...
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 2:18 pm
Connor leaned against the brick wall outside of the school, waiting. He'd arrived thirty minutes before school started, having ridden in his Ford pickup truck. It was a tradition he'd always had, since Nicole would meet him at school early. Atleast, she would back when she was around. A sigh escaped his chapped lips at the thought. A calloused hand ran through short, off-green hair as dull, moss green eyes peered from drooping lids. He remembered those days well. She would arrive with that grin that lit up his life, and leap into his arms when he ran to meet her. Their height differences were quite humorous, considering she was atleast half of a foot shorter than him. She'd smile lovingly and pull off his wire-rimmed glasses, then kiss him tenderly. Ah yes, those were the days.
Hands tucks into his pockets, he sighed yet again; a nostalgic, somewhat longing sound. I wonder where all the color went? Connor could see colors, yes, but it just wasn't the same. What was it that was missing? What could possibly be missing that made him question the colors of the world? He knew the answer well. Her. When she left, so did all the liveliness of the world. I can't see the life in things anymore. The corners of his mouth tilted into a sad smile.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 2:20 pm
Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep. The annoying sound of an alarm going off. It was 6 am and the first day of school. It was still August, but luckily they got out of school in May. A groan could be heard but nothing happened. Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep. The alarm wouldn't shut off. A hand came from under the black and blue comforter and hit the alarm clock to shut it off. Then a head of a young girl, with shaggy short brown hair, came out from under the blankets. "To early... to be getting up in August..." Annora Marie Dawson. Just turned 17, and a Junior in High school. Sighing she sat up and rubbed her head gently. Crawling from her bed, she wore a white tank top and white panties (like in picture). Walking over to her bathroom she grabbed a towel and walked in.
Stripping from her clothes, she turned on the water and let it run until it was the right temperature. Once at the temperature Annora wanted, she stepped in slowly and started to let the water drip down her body. Washing her hair first, she washed her body. Rinsing off everything, she rinsed out her hair and turned off the water. Wrapping the towel around herself, she walked out of the bathroom, a turban towel wrap on her head. Walking into her room, she started to pull her clothes out of the dresser. She had her outfit picked out. Putting on a skirt, red and black plaid, with a black tank top. Then she pulled on some arm warmers and the rest of her jewelery.
Applying her make up, with consisted of Mascara, eyeliner and a little bit of bronze eye shadow, she picked up her messenger bag and put it over her shoulder. Walking out of her room, it was now 6:45 AM. She grabbed the keys to her car and walked down stairs. Finding an apple to eat she grabbed it and bit into it. Walking out of the house, she locked the door and walked outside. The sun was already starting to rise. "Great..." She mumbled. Unlocking her car door, she climbed in and put her bag into the passenger seat. Jamming the keys into the ignition, she started the car. The purr of the car was music to her ears. "Good morning baby." Kissing the steering wheel she revved the engine a little then put the car in reverse and backed out of the drive way.
Speeding off to school she found her parking space and parked. Grabbing her bag from the seat, she climbed out of the car and started to walk up to the school. Walking inside, she growled under breath. It was the same old school she had been going to for 2 full years. This would be her third. Sighing softly she started to walk off to English class. Finding the class easily she sat down in a seat and pulled out a spiral notebook and opened it to the first page with a black ball point pen in her hand, she waited for the first bell to ring.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:05 am
John's mom came into his room. She picked up the football by the door and tossed it hitting john in the stomach to wake him up. "huh! wah! Oh..school", he mumbled. John got up. He dragged himself to the shower. He turned it up to the hottest tempurture. He stripped down and entered the already foggy shower. John immidiatly felt awake, which was his plan. He washed his dark brown hair and lathered his body in soap. After toweling off he jogged to hos bedroom. His mom set out some nice tan pants, a red, orange mulyi colored striped shirt, and some black dress shoes. John threw them in his closet. He quickly pulled on some jeans, an Atreyu T-shirt, and his converse shoes. Thats better. He made some toast eating on the way to his car. John started the engine. The car flew out of the driveway. It had already 6:50.
John barely made it into english class. He looked around the class room. He noticed one or two juniors one of which was annora the other Connor. Damn..they're smart. He took out a note book from his back pack. He shoved his had in his pocket hoping to find some sort of object to write with. He found a red pen and used that. He never once took his eyes off of the two juniors. ...God she's hot! He noticed the teacher talking he everted his eyes from them and to her. Doodling in his notebook. eh, we never learn anything on the first day..i'll just doodle.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:58 am
Connor had made it to English five minutes early, sitting in one of the back seats. He dropped his backpack under the desk, up against his shins. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he slouched and allowed his head to roll back and rest on the back of the chair. His eyes shut, and he decided to just daydream for the rest of class. All they would really learn anyway would be about the school's rules, what they would learn later in the year, etc. Nothin' they didn't already know. And even if they did know, who cared? Connor shrugged, unable to respond to his own musings.
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