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Jul 12, 2012 03:13PM
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Samantha wandered the school halls, not knowing what to do. She thinks about her classes, and the meeting her parents had had with her teachers, about her average grades. They had wanted her to do better, to try as hard as she could. "Why try for something if you don't care about it?" It doesn't make since. It's not going to help me in life, learning about science, math, and all the other subjects, if I already know what I want to do with my life.
A slight frown formed on her face, as she thought about things like this.
(You people need a random chat/spam topic, along with a suggestion topic. Don't like just RPing, no way to say ur online without just starting in a random place)
Tammy hated school so much, UGH. New losers every year. C's. Ugly faces again. She was just too beautiful, wasn't she?
When she walked through the halls, she noticed a new girl. She almost started laughing then and there. Her hair... it went down to her ankles! She walked over to her and said rudely, "What's with the hair, hoodlum?" Wow, she was so funny. She laughed at her own joke.
When she walked through the halls, she noticed a new girl. She almost started laughing then and there. Her hair... it went down to her ankles! She walked over to her and said rudely, "What's with the hair, hoodlum?" Wow, she was so funny. She laughed at her own joke.
"What's with the laugh, makeup maniac?" Samantha snapped, still irritated about the meeting. It had just happened recently after all. Realizing that she had just snapped at the girl, she blushed slightly, and thought about apologizing. Nah. After all, she hated apologizing.
"Oh please, at least I can afford makeup. Or a haircut," Tammy replied, making scissors out of her fingers. "Hobo."
Samantha blinked, then stuck out her tongue at the girl. "At least I have a brain" She said, attempting to put a sneer on her face.
"You've been to school before?" Tammy said with a surprised look on her face. "You probably couldn't even be homeschooled. You must have dumb parents, like yourself."
"Hmmm, you probably wouldn't be here if it weren't for the social part of school." Samantha succeed in sneering.
luna walks in wearing a old vintage t-shirt and black shorts and suspenders. her hair is in a braid and she has a neckless with a bunch of old keys on them.
she fixes her glasses and walks to her locker
Samantha noticed Luna, and left Tammy, glaring at her. "Hi, I'm Samantha. What's your name?" she asked Luna, politely.
she takes her books out of her locker
"Samantha." she rolled her eyes slightly. She had already introduced herself... she hoped that Luna wasn't an airhead. "What class do you have next?" she asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.
"english..how bout you"she fixes her glasses that were to big on her
"I have English too." Samantha said, surprised slightly that they had the same class. "Do you like English?"
"i love it"she smilies brushing her hair out of her face
Samantha smiled. "I do too." she laughed her slight nervousness off, happy that she had someone that was actually nice to talk too. "What's your favorite subject?" she asked, then added, "Mine's English, actually," and laughed.
"science is my favorite"she smilies "but i like english to"
Faye walked into school. She walked dreamly down the hallway, ignoring stares from the rest of the kids.
she smilies and takes out the rest of the books she needs
Faye goes to her locker and opens it slowly. She reaches inside and switches her textbooks for her sketchpad.
Samantha startles at seeing Luna take books out of her locker, and blushing slightly, said, "Bye, Luna!" and rushed off to get her books from her locker, mentally bashing herself for forgetting. Sure, this was a new school, but that was no excuse to forget her to get her books for class... and English class at that! She hit her head with her palm while running, and stumbled slightly, and cursed lightly aloud. "What number was my locker again?" she asked herself, and stopped for a second, thinking. It was... umm.... 103! Ya, 103. she thought, and laughed slightly because she knew the locker combination by heart, just not the locker number. She started running towards the locker, and hurriedly opened the locker door. Scanning for the right books, she quickly pulled them out, cursing slightly under her breath. She then started running to class.
she walks to class and sits in the front row
Faye stared at the rushed girl. She shrugged and followed her slowly toward class. With just a pencil and her book under her arm, Faye slid into her seat 5 minutes late for art class. Today was a freedraw day and Faye started skatching.
she takes notes and answers all the questions
Samantha runs into class, and sits down at the nearest spot, just before the bell rings. She pants, and scrambles for her English notebook and a pencil. She finds them, and starts making notes, in almost illegible handwriting.
Faye got into her drawing and after a while, it started shaping. Soon she finished and pulled it back to look at it. (view spoiler)
Samantha smiled back at Luna, her rushed mood slowly wearing off, and as it did her handwriting slowly got more and more legible.
she smilies and gets back to work
Faye smiles and gets up, deciding she didn't need to be in class anymore. The art teacher loved her, so she knew she wouldn't get in trouble. She wandred outside and sat agianst a wall.
she hears the bell ring and heads out
Faye goes to her locker and pulls out her lunch after replacing her stuff. She headed to the cafeteria and sat down at a table by herself.
she walks into the cafeteria and sits at a table alone
Hearing the bell ring, Samantha starled, being involved in writing a story down. She had drifted off right about in the middle of class, when they started talking about Character Development... she was relatively good at it, so she decided that she didn't need to pay attention, and instead began writing her story. It was about a post-apocalypse world, and was touching the romance and dystopia genres. She closed her book slowly, and put her pencil away, and glanced over to where Luna was, and doesn't see her. "She must have left already..." she muttered to herself, and got up to go to the cafeteria. Halfway there she paused, and decided to skip the rest of school. After all, nothing else important was coming up... probably, at least. She put her books back and headed out the door, yawning. I think I'll go to the park and work on my story... she thought, off-handily, and wandered over to the park.
she walks out and gets a call from her mom she has to leave school early
Faye sighed and munched on the carrots her aunt had packed. She pulled out a pen and started doodling on her arms. Soon swirls of black ink danced up her arms, and her fingers were smudged black. Faye propped her feet up on the table and studied the other students.
she walks back in and sits at a table alone
Tammy walks in the same class as Faye: art class.
"Oh, I'm late; what a shame," Tammy said sarcastically. She noticed a girl with arms covered in marker. She walked over to her and said, "This is art class, where you draw on a piece of paper." She slid paper towards the girl. "Get it?" Tammy asked sarcastically and laughed. "I can probably draw better than you."
"Oh, I'm late; what a shame," Tammy said sarcastically. She noticed a girl with arms covered in marker. She walked over to her and said, "This is art class, where you draw on a piece of paper." She slid paper towards the girl. "Get it?" Tammy asked sarcastically and laughed. "I can probably draw better than you."
Faye glared at her. "I'm so sure." She told the girl sarcastically. Who did she think she was? Faye took the paper but just looked at it.
luna skips in wearing black jeans and a big red shirt with a skull on it. her hair is a wavy mess and she's wearing her thick black glasses.
she goes to her locker and takes out her books
