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This is the School of Anyone's Dreams
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The dining hall is open to all students, home to a 5-star restaurant that students must pay for themselves due to the school encouraging students to venture outside of the boundaries to the local supermarket. The dining hall is used for celebrations and the Friday-night entertainment. The dining hall also includes a theatre stage used for the entertainment. Those staying within the school during the holidays are able to dine at the restaurant free of charge.
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Each student is equipped with their laptop at the beginning of the year. The students are required to bring their laptops to every lesson. Classes are quite laid-back, but the students are all taught by the finest teachers in the country. All of the classrooms are situated in the north wing of the school, there is an area for every subject and a staff room, better known as the 'layers', for the teachers in each area.
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The atrium is the first glimpse anyone will get of the interior of the school. This is where the students keep their lockers that hold their books and school supplies. Students are allowed to customise their locker any way they wish. The atrium is often used for exams, assemblies and staff meetings. Students are required to stay in the atrium until the first bell signalling the start of classes, meaning that it is the usual meeting point for all friendship groups within the school.
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The school hosts many other rooms, including a library, theatre and even personalised kitchens for those students that take catering classes. The dorms are all the same size, but are what you would expect to be a 5-Star hotel room. Instead of bunk-beds, there are two single beds for each student and their roommate. The rooms include a kitchen, en-suite bathroom, plasma television and a mini-bar.
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The party campus is where the fun happens. Every Saturday, the teachers elect one student to hold the Saturday night party. There are no teachers allowed inside the campus until late Sunday afternoon, meaning the students can do whatever they want until then. The teachers believe this amount of freedom leads to the students working even harder in school. The party campus includes the bar and the dancefloor, a pool and jacuzzi for those who want a pool party, and even quite a few different secluded booths for those who want some 'privacy'. |
School Rules
1) Smoking and drinking is not permitted inside the school grounds. The only time that smoking and drinking are not banned is inside the party campus after 8 o'clock on Saturday evening. Any students caught drinking will be punished.
2) All students must be present in the atrium by 9 o'clock sharp for the morning announcements and registration. Any student not present will be noted as absent and a teacher will visit the student's room to check that they are fit for lessons or not.
3) Male and female dorms are separated for a reason. Visits are allowed, but after 7 o'clock the door of the dorm must be open during visits.
4) Teacher's dorms are strictly out of bounds for all students. If a personal invitation is not present, students caught trespassing will be punished.
5) There is no school uniform, but clothes must be appropriate yet casual. For first classes, pyjamas are allowed to be worn as long as they are appropriately worn.
6) Students are only permitted to venture outside of the school grounds three times a week, including attending the Saturday night party. A journal must be on hand for the gate keeper to stamp. If a student fails to bring their journal, they will not be allowed to cross the borders.
Roleplay Rules
1) No Godmodding, Powerplaying or anything that breaches the FeralHeart rules. If you suspect that anyone is doing so, pm me and I will try to sort it out.
2) Your character cannot be perfect. It is fine if most people view them to be perfect, but at there must be at least three flaws included in your application.
3) Make as many characters as you wish, as long as you can handle them.
4) This is a literate roleplay, so no one-liners. Every post must be at least a paragraph (five to six sentences) long. Minor spelling or grammar mistakes are fine, just make sure all posts are understandable.
5) Cussing is allowed, just not in every single sentence. Sexual or gory stuff I'm afraid is not allowed, please either fade to black or take it to pm.
6) Keep faceclaims as real people with real names. You will not be accepted if you can't provide a face claim for your character(s).
7) Please... No sudden plot-twisters. If you would like to do anything drastic, ask for everyone's permission first. It is not nice to be suddenly bombarded with an earthquake or something xD
8) The school rules are allowed and encouraged to be broken. Just no breaking every single one of them every single day. It gets quite tiresome.
9) Romance is, of course, allowed. This is a teen roleplay! But, if there are any fights in-character, keep it in-character. If you have a problem with another user, pm me.
10) Have fun!!
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Characters
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William Veal | 17 years old | Wolfie_Lover
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Tamzen Phoebe | 18 years old | Sherlolly
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Luke William Debre' | 18 years old | RudelyHonest.
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Alex Daniel Carrier | 18 years old | Vask
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Larissa Grace White
"Hearts are wild creatures
That's why ribs are cages."
Aliases: 'Rissa' or 'Lars' is often what she's called
Age: 17 Years Old
Gender: Female
Faceclaim: Freya Mavor
Sexuality: Straight
Personality:
| Loyal | Friendly | Optimistic | Sneaky | Light-hearted |
Given the nature of her background, Lars tries to be as thankful for anything as possible. She doesn't believe in second chances all the time, but she does believe that you need to let things go. She's friendly to mostly anybody she passes (save a few) and tends not to take sides. Kind words aren't really her strong suit and she usually just tries to cheer them up with jokes and by humiliating herself. She isn't one of the perfect students, however, and has gotten her fair share of punishments. Any unwelcomed comments are simply brushed off and forgotten.
Habits:
? Playing the guitar
? Biting her cheek, which often leads to some bleeding
? Drinking
Likes:
? Volleyball & Lacrosse
? Buttered Popcorn
? Photography
Dislikes:
? Enclosed/Small Spaces
? Spiders
? Mushrooms, Tomatoes, and Olives
History:
Adoptive Father - Jonathan White [51]
Adoptive Mother - Marlena White [48]
Biological Parents - Unknown
Adoptive Brother - Darrel White [21]
Larissa was given to an orphanage only a few days after she was born. Her biological parents, supposedly, didn't want to take care of a child and left her in the hands of the foster care system. She was one of the lucky ones who escaped when she was four when the White family adopted her. She got along well with their son who was three years older than she was. Lars grew up into the wealthy family with only few misfortunes.
When her brother, Darry, graduated high-school he joined the Air Force without telling their parents, leading to a rather violent argument that ended with him storming out with his stuff. Larissa, having been in on the plan since the beginning, usually sees him every time he's off-duty and stays in touch. Her mother and father never even mention his name anymore.
Locker: Her locker is decorated with an assortment of posters, random doodles, pictures, and a small mirror.
Phone: She has a blue Nokia Lumia 920
Friends: She has friends all over the school and doesn't hang out with one specific group
Enemies: Lars doesn't have many enemies, as she tries to be nice to everyone she comes across, unless the person gives a good reason for her to dislike them
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Currently Single
Crush: Currently None
Extra: Expanding on her dislikes of spiders and small spaces, she has both arachnophobia and claustrophobia. Also, her laugh is a weird sort of sound like a high-pitched squeal, which she absolutely hates.
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William Veal
"Looking back at sunsets on the east side; we lost track of the time. Dreams aren't what they used to be, some things sat by so carelessly." -"Smile Like You Mean It" by The Killers
Aliases: He normally goes by Will or Veal; a teasing nickname would be to call him Willy, which he hates.
Age: Seventeen-years-old
Gender: Male
Faceclaim: I don't know, I'm sorry. I found the image via Google, but the image's original post was made on SelectYourHairstyle.com; again, I'm sorry.
Sexuality: Demiromantic heterosexual
Personality: What William lacks in intelligence, he makes up in compassion; he seems to never learn, no matter how harshly punished, but tries to make a lot of friends in the process of getting in trouble with teachers and other students. He's quiet and laid-back, "chill" would be one word to describe him, though he has social anxiety even if he seems a bit outgoing. William, if he has nothing to say to a close friend or feeling down, he will become clingy and try to hug them no matter how much they threaten their bluffs or struggle in his tight grasp. If he feels at peace with anyone, he will try to persuade them to do something with him - and he can be quite persistent if told 'no' the first time. However, if anyone were to get on his nerves - which is pretty hard to do - he fall to angry silence and a thick glare if their name is mentioned or they do anything in front of him. He absolutely hates violence or any arguing, mainly due to his quiet lifestyle and social anxiety, and will do anything to either get away from the fighting / arguing people or get them to stop, which is never exactly successful when it comes to him breaking the two people up. If it's brought up, he will talk passionately about art - any kind works for him, really, whether it be Van Gogh to Da Vinci to anywhere in between or outwards.
Habits: He likes to bite things - mainly his nails or lip, but anything works. He has a tendency to doodle when he's thinking, and most of his classwork has drawings scribbled on it. He sometimes develops really bad insomnia.
Likes: He's highly passionate about art and animations. He enjoys floral patterns and flowers in general. He also enjoys birds, for some reason - not even he's sure why, he enjoys birds. He also enjoys listening to the podcast "Welcome to Nightvale".
Dislikes: He hates people who mess with his friends, and might come off a little overprotective of them if they're being picked on. He despises it when people that tell him to "speak up" in a public place. He isn't very fond of his social anxiety, either.
History: William's father had left his mother after she had her last son - that would be William - and his father never talked to any of his sons, and it would've been horribly scarring and devastating to William if he hadn't been only a few weeks old. Afterwards, he had a normal childhood - only with a stepfather and his mother, up until the age of ten. Once he was ten, his mother had passed away, leaving his stepfather in charge of all her sons, but they were happy - or atleast wealthy, which seemed like happiness at the moment - after a few years of that.
Locker:
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He became bored when he should've been sleeping and drew and painted a bunch of "Welcome to Nightvale" (like the one above) doodles and taped them to his locker, though most are humor and school related.
Phone:
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Samsung Galaxy s5 - "Welcome to Nightvale" case
Friends: He doesn't exactly have anyone he considers a "friend" yet, but normally hangs out with the "unpopular" group.
Enemies: He doesn't exactly have anyone he considers an "enemy" yet, either, but dislikes people who pretend to have an interest in the things he does.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Single, but will most likely change in the future
Crush: None for now, but will most likely change in the future
Extra: He has a severe allergy towards bees. He sounds like Joe Harvey (red tie) from Tally Hall.
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@Kirigishi: Take your time, honey and tell me when you're done. So far it looks great!
@Wolfie_Lover: Accepted! Beautiful application! I will add him to the characters list. We'll wait for a few more people to join before we start. It's perfectly fine that you don't exactly know who the person is, thank you for providing the link as well dear.
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@Wolfie_Lover: Accepted! Beautiful application! I will add him to the characters list. We'll wait for a few more people to join before we start. It's perfectly fine that you don't exactly know who the person is, thank you for providing the link as well dear.
Thank you, and you're welcome, I thought since I didn't know who it was, I should've atleast added the link to the original site. And, alright, I can wait for new members.
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@RudelyHonest + Vask: You are both, of course, accepted! You may post whenever you wish, I will be posting later on today ^^
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((I'm guessing that they're going to the school today, I'll correct it if I'm wrong.))
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William Veal
William sat up in his bed, a look of neutrality coated his face; he had mixed emotions about going to a new school. He glanced over at his alarm clock, blinking a few times. What woke me up? He thought, seeing that it was too early for his alarm to go off. Only six-thirty in the morning. He gave a small groan, stepping out of bed and wincing a little when he turned on his bedroom light. He felt refreshed, which was - he was guessing - the reason why he woke up. "Maybe this year won't be so bad." He told himself, slipping out of his pajamas and into a pair of pants that slightly slid down his waist but clung on before making him seem like he was "sagging". He then changed into a shirt that read "Oh, man!", but was a rather plain gray besides the black words. He looked over himself, giving a slight nod and his brows furrowed. "Hopefully."
He made his way downstairs, giving a slight huff once he reached the bottom. No-one was up yet and all the lights were shut off, only a blue-violet mixture filled the livingroom and every other room with a window. He flicked on the kitchen light upon entering, and grabbed himself a granola bar. Good thing I packed before today. He gave a slight laugh, then went back upstairs. He thought of drawing his feelings - art always seemed to calm his nerves. If he wanted me to go to this school so badly, He thought, moving over to his bed rather than his desk. It wasn't often that he thought of his stepfather in a slight wary tone. Why didn't he send me there last year? It doesn't make too much sense.
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Just a quick note, sorry if I didn't make this clear enough but the school is a boarding school if any of you haven't noticed, but this is the first day so everyone will be waking up in their house and leaving to go to the school and meet up wih their friends xD I'll be sure to edit the topic to make it more clear ;3
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Tamzen Phoebe
Today was the day. The day she had been both dreading and looking forward to for the whole summer. There was no need for Tam to get up, she had been up all night packing, being one of those people that leave everything to the last minute. She had sort of planned ahead, sleeping in the day before into late afternoon to 'reserve her energy'. There was no need to make excuses to anyone, she lived alone. Not including her cats, Midnight and Oreo.
After a few minutes of rest in her bed, Tam swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She was wearing only a baggy shirt and her underwear, showing off her skin that had tanned perfectly over the summer. She had taken a shower around midnight, so her hair had by far dried naturally. Her outfit was laid out on the hammock that she had hung across two walls, she loved to lie and swing gently in it to read whatever new book she had discovered at the time. Tam had chosen a tight green tank top, black skinny jeans and a black blazer to wear. Her favourite hat was hung up on a nail next to her door so that she could grab it at the last second. She quickly changed into her clothes and padded into her en-suite to tackle her hair.
It took Tam at least twenty minutes to make her hair appear presentable. She glanced at her watch. It read 6:30 am. She sighed and slid down the banister to arrive on the first of three floors in her house. "May as well make you two some breakfast." She cooed, bending down to scratch Midnight behind the ears as Oreo wove in between the eighteen-year-old's legs.
The sound of 'Crunchie' cat biscuits being poured into two bowls echoed around the silent house. "There you go." Tam had always had a soft side towards animals, especially cats. She loved them to pieces and dreaded the time when she had to leave them for school. They would be looked after well enough, but not by her. Tam glanced over at the fruit bowl, she wasn't much of breakfast person so she briefly shook her head and turned away. Glancing at the clock, it read 6:45 am. Just fifteen minutes before she had to leave. Yay.
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Alex Carrier
With not even a yawn or a sound, the bright icy blue eyes of Alex Carrier sprung open. Yes! Finally! The day when he could go back to school. He'd never thought he think those words...Sitting up in his bed, Alex stretched his limbs and peeled himself from the warm cocoon of blankets. Running a hand through his hair, he yawned and looked around his room for a moment or two. Sighing loud, Alex dug through his closet to find the right thing to wear. It only took him give minutes to find the outfit he was looking for and put it on. Habitually, Carrier slid over to his mirror and combed his hair te way he liked it.
He walked briskly out of his room, closing the door behind him. He jogged down the rusty wooden staircase, as it made all kinds of questionable noises from the instability. Loping into the kitchen, Alex grabbed an apple off the kitchen counter and took a bite. Giving a huff of air through his nose as the crunch of the apple filled his senses, he leaned his elbow on the counter. The steps creaked again, slower. A very small figure appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. Alex smiled, setting his apple down for a a moment. A little girl with light brown hair wearing light pink pajamas stood in the doorless doorway. It was Alex's six-year-old little sister Mia. Mia sauntered into the kitchen, towards Alex.
Alex bent down on one knee, "Well it looks to me that Sleeping Beauty has woken up." Alex said as Mia stopped in front of Alex. She giggled, hiding her face from him. Alex smirked, "No hiding faces now. Unless you want the tickle monster to come and get you..." Mia peeked through her hands, smiling. Alex chuckled, putting his fingers to her belly and tickling Mia. The little girl squealed and giggled until she flopped down on Alex's shoulder. Her little arms would never fit around his back, but she tried anyway. Alex stood up, carrying her. He walked around the house, getting any of the things he forgot. Mia was watching curiously. The male walked upstairs and into his room, grabbing his suitcase. He went back downstairs, and set it down in front of the front door.
Setting Mia down, he spoke soft. "I have to go now." Mia frowned and whined a little bit, "Why do you always be gone for so long. I get home from my school at the end of the day." She said, crossing her little arms. Alex put a hand on her shoulder, "I know, but my school is a little different. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can." Alex have Mia a hug and kissed her forehead. Grabbing his suitcase, he head out the front door. "Tell mom I left." He said before closing the door completely. With a heavy sigh, Alex turned and walked to the curb of the street. Everyone at the school has a suitcase, or even two. But how they got to school was completely different. Alex had called a cab ahead of time, and it turned down his street right has he stopped at the curb. When it came to a hault in front of him he opened the door and have the man directions. Here we go.
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Luke William Debre'
Morning began early for the Debre's. Always did. So waking up to a parent-less house was no surprise to Luke. After showering andand grooming was out of the way, he slipped into his chosen outfit; An expensive, clean cut clothing choice. "Sir." A sudden, elderly voice came from Luke's doorway, and upon turning to meet his greeter, he spotted Jasper, his personal assistant. "Ah, Jasper. Goodmorning." As Luke spoke, his mind raced. He was highly advanced in intellectual strength. His mind constantly worked to figure mathematical problems and riddled figures. "Sir, your car will arrive in a matter of minutes. I have come to report your daily schedule." Jasper informed, folding his arms behind his back, which was a habit both he, and Luke often shared. "Do please." Luke replied, pushing past Jasper, who followed close behind as he strolled down the hallway and towards the grand staircase. "Your car will arrive shortly, taking you to school. Seems your parents have asked for you to attempt to be friendly this year." Both of the men scoffed, but nonetheless, Jasper continued, "You have an interview for the Charity at 8 tonight, then you will return here where you shall meet with your father's associate." With an eyeroll, Luke paused as he reached the front door. "Jasper, my father's associate is an aged man with a clouded mind. He lacks respect, make a note for me to teach him manners tonight." Jasper opened the door, "As you wish."
Exiting the house, Luke approached the large limousine ahead of him, slipping into the open doorway. "Mr.Debre', I assume your track is straight to school today?" the driver questioned, "Of course, Ben. Straight ahead."
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(( @Sherlolly, I finished my application except for the History, but since that part was optional, I'm not sure if you want me to finish it first or not. It'll be done soon either way. ))
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@Kirigishi: You're accepted, of course! Feel free to post whenever you wish. Take your time with the History dear ^^
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William Veal
He grabbed his suitcase and then trotted down the stairs, finally seeing that his family had awoken. His three brothers were groggily sitting at the breakfast table, seemingly blankly staring at nothing until their tired eyes flicked to William. "You seem... Energetic." His oldest brother, James, was the first to speak. William was a bit confused by the notion, but gave a shrug. "Do I? I thought I was more jittery than energetic." His two other brothers gave a slight laugh, though it sounded more monotonous than anything. "Leave them be, William." Their stepfather came down the stairs, tidy and sharp-looking - complete with the hazed-eye look as well, almost like he hadn't slept one wink. William probably looked like he had the most sleep throughout the entire family.
"Shouldn't you be going to school, anyway?" The youngest male in the room rolled his eyes, then gave a slight nod. "Yeah, I was just about to go, until mono-brow decided to cut me off." He shifted a little, trying to keep the suitcase in his hand instead of sleepily dragged against the ground. "Well then, run off. You know your brothers work today." William gave a nod, then calmly walked to his own car and nervously started it.
It'll be fine, shush William. He tried to reassure himself. He calmly drove off towards the school, the slight-cocky smile that had held his face left and was replaced with a slightly nervous one. What if it's not? He gave a gulp, finally driving into the parking lot and sat in his car for a moment. He hung his head, putting a large hand to his face and pushing back his bangs.
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Zoe Evans
"Expect problems and eat them for breakfast."
Aliases: None.
Age: Early 17.
Gender: Female.
Faceclaim: Marzia Bisognin.
Sexuality: Straight.
Personality: Zoe is hard-working girl. You will often see her reading books in library or studying for new, upcoming tests. Though, she still is very nice, sweet and friendly, usually calm. You won't see her mad or doing mean things, nor you will see her being aggressive or threatening. Due to her sweet personality, she never drank, tried to smoke or thought pervert-like.
Habits:
o Leave her phone in her room, so it won't distract her.
o Reading while eating.
o Appearing early to classes.
Likes:
o Sun.
o Warmth.
o Friendly people.
o Black cats.
Dislikes:
o Cold weather.
o Cloudy sky.
o Rude people.
History: Normal family, life.
Locker: Simple blue locker with her name in black letters.
Phone: iPhone 4 with brown bear case.
Friends: None at the moment. Teenagers here thinks she is a nerd.
Enemies: None.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Single [Subject to change].
Crush: No one currently [Subject to change].
Extra: Zoe usually wears white collared storets dress with white over the knee socks and beige flats. Always carries white or black hypster glasses on her head. Can appear with unique clothes, make-up or accessories. Carries white bag, secured by white strap which usually is on her left shoulder.
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@Phroghress: Accepted! Wonderful application!
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Tamzen Phoebe
The quiet rumble of her car's engine soothed her mild nerves. It was an hour's drive, but she knew the whole way off by heart. Tam took one last lingering look at her house before reversing out of the drive and cutting smoothly into the right lane. She both loved and hated driving, it gave her time to think, but still restricted her freedom. She adjusted the black hat on her head, glancing down at her nails. She was a nail-biter, but had kept them reasonably long for the time being. She moved her attention back onto the road just in time before she collided into the car in front of her. Slamming. Her Doc. Martins down on the brakes, she received many angry beeps of people's horns behind her. Tam let out a low huff, but soon smiling sweetly to the people who glared at her as they drove past. If looks could kill.
Tam flexed her stiff arms as she parked her car in a good parking space. The drive had been too long for so early in the morning. She brought out her phone, her fingers dancing over the keys as she sent numerous texts to all of the guys she usually hung out with. Once several messages had been sent, she slipped her phone back into her pocket and pulled out a packed of cigarettes. She wasn't fond of smoking and she wasn't the ten-packs-a-day kind of girl, but it helped her relax. She slid down the window next to her, keeping a wary eye out for teachers and taking a drag at the same time.
Tam threw the used cigarette out of the window and rummaged around her bag. It was, surprisingly, an art satchel containing many different essentials. She fixed the pack of cigarettes into a single hidden pocket and sprayed herself with her favourite cherry perfume. The smell was strong enough to be noticeable, and too sweet to cough over. Satisfied that she was now ready for whatever the day brought her.
Tam jumped out of her car, greeted with a few steady glares directed at her from some of the 'popular' girls. She just rolled her eyes and wiggled her fingers at them in an innocent wave. And her chocolate eyes turned to a car parked just a few spaces from her. She peered in through the window of the car to see if it was anyone she recognised. A boy about her age was sitting in the driver's seat, deep in thought. A nervous smile could be seen on his face, but Tam didn't recognise him. She knocked on the window lightly with her knuckles. "First day nerves, handsome?" She asked, hoping the boy could lip-read.
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((Thank you. :) ))
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Zoe Evans
"Expect problems and eat them for breakfast."
"Zoe, breakfast!" loud voice echoed in the long hallway, reaching white, plain door where Zoe was hiding. Though, she kept placing books in her bag, books, that she didn't need to bring. It's school, only school books are needed, but Zoe brings different books.
Everyone could say that she is sitting under many, many books. The pile is too big for anyone to know how many books she read. Even when she walks to school, she usually reads romance books, when eating lunch - fantasy books, when heading home - romance. Zoe's life is made out of books, she began to read when she was 5. She already understood many things and reading was the best one of all.
Zoe kept standing in front of her huge mirror, still applying make-up on her face. Though, she only used eye-liner, mascara, brown eye shadow and blusher. For lips, she only used balm or something that will keep her lips moist. Zoe never went to school with smoky eyes, bright red lipstick or face covered in foundation. Too much make-up will make you look like a beast.
Zoe was a simple girl. She never went for very colorful things, nor for very expensive ones. She will usually go to thrift shops to buy old stuff and use them as decoration or jewelery stands or to kill time. Even dresses are usually plain and very light, as well white color is her 'thing'.
"Zoe!" there her mom called for her again, this time in loudier but softer voice. Even from long hallway Zoe sensed pancakes with caramel syrup, the smell was driving her /crazy/. "I'm coming mom!" yelling back to her, both her and her mother's voices had Italian accent, very sweet and soft one. Though, Zoe's english is good enough for her to go to school, but she might say words in Italian, when she doesn't know how to say it in english.
Zoe quickly grabbed her white bag and white hypster glasses, quickly placing them on her nose before pushing them upwards so they would be on her head and as well hold her brown curls with golden ombre. Zoe still felt like she forgot something, something, that is very important to her. She has her Mac laptop in her bag, she has her house keys, she has her glasses... Right, her phone. She stood there, thinking if she should take it.
After some seconds of thinking, she decided to take it with her just in case something goes wrong to her father. Her father has cancer, lung cancer. His left lung is no longer there since it shrunk after having a hole on side wall. Doctors said that he will soon die, and no one from her family wants that.
Zoe quickly flew out from her room, heading towards the bar where pancakes were. She quickly gripped on two of them, since they were very small and had no caramel liquid on top. "Sorry mom, I'm late." Zoe spoke with a quick smile, going towards entrance door where her beige flats were. Jumping in them, she quickly reached for small closet by the door, grabbing 'The fault in our stars' book before quickly running through door. "If something happens, call me!" Zoe shouted before closing the door and running to sidewalk.
There she was with hypster glasses on her nose, pancakes in one hand and book in another one. She flipped the pages with her nose, she does that most of the time, just to keep the book without brown, oily spots. Books were her life, they took very big part of it.
Zoe quickly ate the last peace of pancake she had in her hand, quickly glancing at the school door, sighing quietly when she saw other kids walk in. "Here we go." Zoe mumbled quietly, taking a tissue from side pocked of her bag and using it to brush the oil off her hands before she could close the book and put it in her bag. More like, squeeze it in.
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Luke William Debre'
With a deep sigh, Luke stepped out of the open limo door. His driver waved a goodbye before stepping aside. Immediately, Luke's eyes scanned the parking lot, his optics pausing at each vehicle, or item with his family's stamp upon it. Debre' Industries. Millions came from the work, but drama always followed. Buyers begging for ownership, lawsuits, accusations, the works. As of now, Debre Industries was on the verge of losing it's owners due to Luke's father's co-workers. One was interested to buy, and the press ate it up. They never relented, even as Luke strolled forward, his two guards close behind as the crowd of paparazzi slipped from the shadows, flashing pictures and yelling questions.
"Does your father plan to retake the control he's given you?"
"Do you plan to sell?"
"Who is the coworker who wishes to buy?"
The guards shuffled closer, pushing the photographers back until Luke could slip into the glass doors of the school. His guards remained outside, pushing the paparazzi away from the door.
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((I'm on mobile at the moment, so sorry for mistakes and horrible-looking formating.))
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William Veal
He looked towards his window, blinking a few times. His brows furrowed in a slightly panicked way, but he calmly rolled down his window. "I-I'm sorry," He spoke nervously and a bit quietly. "I didn't c-catch that."
His green-blue eyes searched the girl's face. She looked calm and collective, but he probably looked like a nervous wreck - atleast, that's what he felt like. Yup! This was a horrible idea - abort! He thought, giving a slight gulp.
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Tamzen Phoebe
Tam couldn't help but smirk at the guy's nervous stuttering. "I-I didn't c-catch that." She leaned in closer, a surprisingly gentle smile on her face. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him, "It's called a compliment, sweetie. Is it your first day? I haven't seen you around before. I'm Tamzen, you can call me Tam. Most people do." She adjusted her hat on her head so that a few loose strands of hair fell over her eyes.
Shouting caused her to turn away from the car and to the source of the sound. Tam narrowed her eyes as numerous flashes danced before her. A sigh escaped her slightly parted lips as she recognised the flashes to be those of a camera. There were a few students that were popular with the paparazzi, so this didn't surprise her. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and turned back to the boy in the car. "Celebrities." She muttered. She didn't intend on expressing the fact that once the press had followed her everywhere, but the thought still lingered at the back of her mind.
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Larissa White
At approximately 6.52 a.m., Larissa White was dressed in black skinny jeans with a belt and a plain gray t-shirt. Navy blue Converses awaited her by the bedroom door with her suitcase. Lars, however, was half-asleep and lying on top of her unmade bed despite her current appearance. Her father, who'd left to go to work two hours earlier had woken her up in his blind stumbling through the house so she had gotten dressed and already eaten breakfast. And then she'd fallen back asleep.
The familiar buzzing of her alarm (put on snooze five times by now) made her groan and attempt to press the snooze button once more. Unfortunately for her, her hand coordination wasn't the best in the morning and she ended up slamming her hand against the side of the bedside table.
"Rissa! Hurry up and come downstairs!" Her mother's voice was the thing that finally snapped her awake from the sweet lull of sleep. Larissa fell ungracefully out of bed and took a good five minutes trying to tie her shoes before giving up and letting the white-colored laces dangle from the sides as she rolled her suitcase down two flights of stairs. The kitchen was bustling, even this early in the morning. The White family, even if there were only three of them, were always busy. Her mother was barking out commands to their three assistants (each for a different aspect of their lives) and didn't even look up when Lars entered the kitchen and picked up the keys to one of their cars. "Larissa leaves at 7.00 to head to school. I have a meeting at 7.45 with that famous business guy what's-his-name. Someone needs to call John at 9 to confirm his doctors' appointment..."
"I'm taking the Porsche!" Lars called over her shoulder as she left and headed out back to the garage, picking up a denim jacket off the coat rack on the way. Three assistants, two sports cars, one driver, two housekeepers, and not to mention the big-ass mansion they lived in. Her family was loaded whether she liked to admit it or not.
Lars threw her suitcase into the passenger's seat and hopped in on the driver's side and finally tied her shoelaces. A wild gleam filled her eyes when the garage door opened. She switched it to reverse and slammed on the gas, sending the car flying backwards, down the long driveway and into the street. Not many people drove on their street, so she usually had no worries about crashing into another car. She sped out onto the highway, hair flying. Lars loved driving the Porsche. It was the only way of truly getting out of that house.
An hour later, she was pulling into the school parking lot. She received a few stares from passing students, but paid no attention as she pulled her suitcase out of the car and pressed the lock button on the keys. Almost immediately, she spotted Tamzen talking to some guy in a car. She waved, "Hey, Tam!" Unlike a lot of the girls she was friends with, Lars wasn't in the middle of hating Tamzen's guts. She started to approach the front doors of the school, only to pause mid-step with annoyance. Who let the camera monkeys out of their cages, Rissa thought dully, looking for another way to get into the building. The last encounter with paparrazi had ended with her smashing down a camera with a lacrosse stick in the middle of a McDonalds parking lot.
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William Veal
William flinched a little when the girl - who introduced herself as Tam - moved a little closer. "Celebrities." He blinked a few times, then looked behind Tamzen to see a blonde girl wave hello and yell a greeting before looking for a way inside. The same, semi-nervous look glazed his face as he focused back on the girl that was leaning in his window. He was glad that it was mainly his brothers that got tangled in the media, but he would sometimes get a few as well. "U-um, yeah, first day." He finally replied, trying to gather enough courage to speak. "William." Atleast I don't sound like a stupid five-year-old by screwing up my name. He thought.
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Tamzen Phoebe
Tamzen's lips turned up into a smile as her name was called out from behind. "Oh my God, Lars. Come here! They won't be gone for another ten minutes at least." She called out, grinning as the blonde stopped mid-step as she encountered the press. "William." A voice from the car caused her to turn again. She took a moment to examine the boy. He was cute, especially his messy hair. She was forced to take a step towards the car once more as another pulled into the parking space beside them. "Oh look, it's our lovely Tam." A sneering voice coming from the car beside them caused Tam to roll her eyes, but not turn. "Sweetie, I don't belong to anyone. Lovely as I may be, I'm certainly not yours." Her voice was as smooth as silk, but somehow at the same time dripping with venom. Her calm, collective expression stayed out on her face, not faltering even once. She was an expert at covering her face with happy masks. She shook her head a few times in exasperation and looked back at William. "Can I call you Will?" She asked, out of the blue.
As if making a decision, Tam nodded her head, mainly to herself. "What's your first class?" She asked. There was still the morning announcements and registrations in the hall, but she had a rough idea of what classes she would be in and at what time. "Don't worry, the first day's always the worst. But luckily you've got moi." She gestured to herself dramatically, flicking a lock of hair from her shoulder.
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Amber Ashley[/grey]
"When you have a hundred reasons to give up, just remember you have a million reasons to keep going."
Aliases: Ash
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Faceclaim: name of face you used
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: An artist, who prefers the company of animals over people.
Habits: Amber enjoys drawing, and often finds herself exploring new places. She also loves to read, she owns over 100 books and has read them all at least twice.
Likes: Science, history, music, drawing, and art.
Dislikes: Bullies, math, and rap.
History: WIP
Locker:
Phone:
Friends:
Enemies:
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
Crush:
Extra:
[WIP]
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Renesmae Kendall
"Its gonna get harder before it gets easier. But it will get better, you've just got to make it through the tough stuff first."
Aliases: Res, Esmae, Kall, Mae or any others really.
Age: 17 years old
Gender: Female
Faceclaim: Kristen Stewart
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Renesmae is a very laid back woman who loves spending her time in the element of music - whether it be her playing the guitar, singing, listening to it or all she just loves it, it seems to relax the young woman quite a lot. Res is a very social and confident being who will speak to anyone she comes across if she has a relevant thing to say or whether its just a simple 'hello' but also isn't afraid to act things out in front of people she knows and doesn't know. Despite having a rather bad temper and quite the foul mouth Esmae is a nice person to be around and gets on with most - unless on first impressions she gets a bad feeling about the person. She's quite a stubborn person who won't give in easy and often likes her say in things as she is rather opinionated and speaks her mind. She can be a little moody at times but she is a party animal who loves to have a good time and have a laugh - around those she is possibly interested in she may come across as a little 'shy' but will always act herself.
Habits:
- Biting her nails or chewing something
- Feeling soft/silky things (often runs her hair across her lips)
- Twiddling her fingers
Likes:
- Alcohol
- Singing
-Playing guitar
- Animals
- Listening to music
- Parties
-Movies
-Eating
Dislikes:
- Snobby/stuck up people
- Revising
- Rock music
- Being nagged
History: As a young girl Renesmae lived with both her mother Lisa and her father Malcolm, they were a very close family and done everything together - Esmae had a very close bond with both her mother and father and could tell them anything from 'woman' problems up in to normal conversation. Many people would say they loved the family bond and despite being a only child she never got lonely - her parents were also like her best friends. But at the age of 9 her mother had begun to get rather unwell - she was totally unaware to what was wrong with her mother until both her parents sat her down and told her the sad news.
It turned out her mother had a brain tumour and only had a year to live - this broke the young girls heart and caused sadness to overwhelm the family. Despite being upset Renesmae was going to be strong for her mother, her last year should not be spent with her upset daughter with failing grades. Picking herself back up into a happier state Mae began succeeding in school in all of her lessons and was a rather happy child - despite being a rich family Renesmae didn't see money as happiness it was only her family. Soon enough the year came to an end and Mae was only 10 when her mother tragically passed away.
But this didn't dampen her spirits her mothers last words made her promise she would do good in school and keep up with the happiness the family always held - and she did promise. Every 2/3 days Renesmae would visit her mothers grave to put flowers on and sing the song her mother would before she slept. And like promised she stuck in at school and achieved all C/A grades in all lessons. Her father was proud with his daughter obviously - which father wouldn't be? He always told her that her mother would be proud.
When reaching the age of 16 Res asked her dad if she could go to a popular yet kind of private school that was located not to far from their family home. Since his daughter done well in school Malcolm allowed his much loved daughter to enter the all familiar school. So far she has been there a year and is now starting her 2nd year, she is a much loved member/student of the school.
Locker: Although her locker looks rather organised instead of the pocket under the mirror she has drew a large, colourful image that fills most of the inside of her locker.
Phone: She has an Iphone 5 with an Olaffrom Frozen phone case
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Friends: Renesmae hangs around with her best friend Analyse whom she has known ever since going to primary - she to is rich although isn't snobby either.
Enemies: Mae doesn't really dislike many people she gets on with most people in the school as she is one of the 'popular' girls, although she tends to hang around with guys or unpopular people as the popular girls seem a little snobby.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Single, subject to change.
Crush: No one, subject to change.
Extra:
- Has a short temper
- Rich family
- Deceased mother
- Into sports
- Popular
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Zoe reached the school steps, her eyes pierced the crowd of paparazzi. "Excuse me." muttering quietly, Zoe pushed through the crow and managed to step into the school, taking a deep breath before she finally relaxed, gripping on her bag tightly as she moved through the hallway, keeping her eyes low so she won't make any eye contact.
Yes, Zoe is a very shy girl. She usually goes to the empty library corner and decides to sit there with sandwiches in one hand and book rammed on her legs. And this 'Don't make eye contact rule' was ringing in her head, repeating itself like a stuck disk.
She quickly reacher her locker, gripping on her silver keys just to put them in and quickly unlock the locker, grip on the 'door' and open it half way. There were books, her MP3 player, school books, her family picture. It was glued on the back wall, three of them were sitting on the porch, the background was sunset in Italy. That picture was taken when they had to leave, her father's cancer got worse and doctors gave them tickets to America. Zoe still doesn't know how they will help him, if they will even manage to do it.
Shaking her head just to get the memory away, Zoe gripped on her bag, placing it on the edge of the locker just to open it and place few things in. In there she placed her books, leaving in the bag her phone, 'The fault in our stars' book and sandwiches. For few seconds of standing there, she finally took school books and 'threw' them in white bag, zipping it and as well closing the locker.
((So much for a post. >.< -sarcasm-))
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The dusty old taxi cab rolled up to the school. Alex wasn't going to lie, taking a taxi was a pain. Maybe he'd save enough money to buy a car this year. He pushed the door open, stepping into the open. Mr. Carrier ran a hand through his dark hair, smiling his crooked smile. This year would be fun. He grabbed his suitcase and tossed the driver the money due. "Thanks." He said simply. A few spots away he saw paparazzi and a few students around. Alex felt confident today, and prepared for the world. He sighed, then turned and got his suitcase. He carried it towards the administration building, taking long strides.
A boy ran up to him, hauling a rolling suitcase. "Hey Alex!" It was Edward. A short yet slim boy with a big personality. Alex smiled, "Long time no see." Edward walked next to him. "Yeah bro. Man this yeah is gonna be killer! FIVE girls already came up to me asked about you." This made Alex laugh, shaking his head at the nonsense. "Ed I'm not here for girls. I'm here for an-" Edward cut him off, "An education. I know blah blah blah. But man come on!" Alex ran a hand through his hair, "Whatever dude." They both walked in silence. A few girls in groups with their friends giggled when he went by. Alex absolutely hated that so many girls fell over him. Especially when they didn't even know him. Word gets around though, he guessed, but about what? Not once had he dated anyone at this school- so he didn't have a reputation as a 'player'. He wasn't sure why girls he barely knew did this. Maybe he'd never understand.
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William Veal
"Can I call you Will?" Despite being cut off by her, he gave a nod. "What's your first class? Don't worry, the first day's always the worst. But luckily you've got moi." He paused for a second, trying to soak it all in. "Hum, h-hopefully art." He spoke softly, still a little nervous about speaking with really anyone. He started to chew on his bottom lip, only out of habit.
((Ugh, mobile makes my short posts look long - so, sorry for the shortness.))
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Larissa White
Rissa was already about to give up the hope of finding her way inside when Tamzen called her over to where she was still talking to the boy in the car. She gladly walked over, curious to see who Tam was talking to. She had just entered earshot when she heard him introduce himself as "William." Lars leant against the hood of the car, and craned her neck around the side to peer into the window to see him. "Oh, hey stranger," Lars broke into a wide smile. "Call me Lars."
"Oh look, it's our lovely Tam," a sneering voice came from a car pulling in the parking spot just next to them, making Lars freeze in her tracks. It was no secret Lars was friends -- or at least on good terms with -- pretty much everyone in the school. And that did include the girls who were currently in the middle of hating Tamzen's guts. She knew exactly who the voice had come from, but she couldn't make the witty remark that Tam had. Nor could she dislike Tam. Her relationships always ended up complicated. "Rissa, what're you doing here? Come on, let's get inside. I have a lacrosse stick you can use to beat the camera monkeys up with."
Lars was rubbing the back of her neck, torn between whether to listen to them or stay there with Tam and Will. The option of staying silent wasn't very appealing, so instead she spoke quietly, "I'll see you guys at lunch." Then she turned her back to them and faced Will's car, hoping somewhere in the back of her mind that they would leave without saying anything. She only heard an annoyed huff, but it was pretty clear that she wasn't going to sit near them in any of her classes today.
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@Taylor: Accepted! Hop in whenever you like!
@Everyone: It's time to choose the person to share your dorm with. It can either be an NPC, one of your own characters or someone else's character. If you would like to share yours with someone else's character, consult them through pm.
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Tamzen Phoebe
"Art." Tamzen muttered, turning around to face Lars. She fought the urge to stick out her tongue at them as they left with an annoyed huff. "What about you, Larry? What class are you in first?" She asked. Tam hoped she would be able to be in either of Will or Larissa's classes. She normally sat with the boys, but all they would do was mess around and not let her do any work at all. This year Tam was determined to get good grades, not that she had to behave. She often did like to mess around in class, but only to a certain extent. The teachers often got annoyed with her, but her charms would give her the benefit of the doubt and she could get away with the majority of tricks.
Tam glanced at her watch and walked around to the front of Will's car. She beckoned the other two over with her finger. "I'll be back in a second. Suitcase." Without any further explanation, she skipped over to her car, a gleaming white Mercedes, and pulled open the boot. With some effort, she managed to get her black suitcase on the ground. It was covered with numerous stickers that she took a moment to trace her fingers over. Shaking her head slightly, Tam rolled her suitcase to the front of Will's car once more. "Let's go find our dorms." She grinned. Unlike most boarding schools, people were able to choose who to share their dorm with every year as long as they were of the same sex. Tam had always hated that rule due to the fact that she wasn't friendly with most of the other girls in the school.
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"Expect problems and eat them for breakfast"
Zoe gripped tightly on her bag, quickly lifting her hand just to push her glasses up her bridge and them grip on it's left temple, rushing them upwards and placing them on top of her head. With a quiet sigh, she relaxed, at least tried to calm down and act normal. Zoe glanced at teenagers in front of her, they were standing next to their lockers while Zoe stood in the middle of hallway.
"Alright, Zoe, calm down..." muttering quietly to herself, she released her bag, feeling it slide down and stop next to her leg. She still eyed the teenagers with her very dark brown eyes, quickly walking through the hallway with feeling of being watched. The feeling made her look at people who were surely watching her. Most of them were boys, they just gave those dirty looks before looking away and acting like they did nothing.
Zoe rushed through the hallway, appearing next to English class door. Quickly pushing herself through it, she gave teacher a quick nod before heading to first seat on left. It was empty, no one were in the class, so she must be early, as usual.
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Renesmae KendallIt was early hours in the morning and the first day back at school, despite slightly dreading this day Res was pretty excited - she was starting a new year of the school and couldn't wait to get in touch with a few more distant 'friends' she hadn't seen since they split for the holidays. It was always a miss not being at the school - if she had to admit, despite all the arguments and hatred between the eventful school days it was a pretty good and enjoyable school she would greatly miss upon graduation. But, she sill had a few years left until then and she guarenteed herself she would make her last years a blast.
The irritating sounds of her alarm caused the blonde female to let out a sigh, her eyes opening as she sterred up at the white ceiling - her eyes still stuck together a little as sleep had formed in the corners of her eyes during her rest. For a moment she starred around the dimmed room before reaching over and grabbing the Iphon - sliding along the pad to knock off the alarm, and all went silent. Smiling Renesmae placed the phone back onto the cabinet that sat beside her bed which holded a lamp ontop and the two draws contained a few magazines, Ipads and other stuff. Remaining on her back for a few seconds the blonde stretched her arms towards the cieling allowing her bones to crack and groans escaped her mouth as the satisfaction of looseing her muscles filled her body. Lifting from her bed she hurried downstairs to eat breakfast - which only took 10 minutes.
Now to get dressed, walking towards her window she grabbed the long fabric and pulled them across the pole - light instantly shone into the room, opening the windows that hovered above her balcony she looked out and as predicted the weather was nice - which caused a sigh of relief to be let off from the woman. Today would be to hot to wear jeans and a hoody like she would usually wear and with it being their first day back after the break she wanted to make a good inpression - like she had done many times in the past. Hurrying towards her wardrobe that was now pretty much empty she grabbed out the outfit she had picked the previous night - a beautiful floral Kimono with a white top and denim shorts. Quickly she threw them on and pulled on her black heels and sunglasses - there wasn't much to do with her hair as it went in pretty much the way she wanted it to just by brushing it.
Now ready she grabbed her phone and shoved it into her pocket and went to say her fare wells to her other. Entering the living room she quickly received a lecture from her mother - then cuddled and kissed her goodbye then being greeted by her father who was standing next to the white vehicle - smiling she quickly grabbed her bags and headed down, her father quickly taking them off her hands and putting them into the boot and across the back seats. Getting in the set off, it only took 30 minutes to get there and she still had time to spare.
The Audi r8 pulled up outside the school, inside her and her father were seated. Sitting there for a few moments it took her a while to glance around, a sigh blowing past her lips as she ran her hand through her hair and let out a sigh as a smiled formed across her face revealing her pearly white. Reaching her arm across the pulled the leaver and opened the door, the sun beamed against her legs as she looked around campus - many people had already arrived ready to be sent to their dorms to unpack and meet their new room mates, something she loved to do surprisingly. Slamming the door shut behind her Esmae turned to help her father grab her things from the gar and place them inside the gates ready to be taken in. Smiling at her father she gave him a hugh "I want you to be good alright?" her father chuckled "Don't worry about me I'll be fine" she reassured "Alright princess, don't forget to call atleast three times a week - oh and darling?" "I promise I will, and yeah?" she questioned "You look beautiful, love you angel!" "Thanks and love you daddy!" she smiled giving her father a kiss then waving her goodbyes. Once her father left she was quickly greeted by analyse.
[[Sorry about this but may I change my face claim?]]
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Alex pushed through the paparazzi and through the doors of the school. Edward promised to catch up with him later, and sped down the hallway. He was required to be in the atrium for the first day of school when it started. He glanced at a large round clock hanging on the vibrant walls. 8:40. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He still had time! Alex had a favor to ask of his favorite teacher. Smiling a small smile, Alex hustled down the hallway.
He stopped outside the door, leaving his suitcase right next to it. Carefully, he turned the shiny silver knob to the Senior Class English classroom. Mr. Wright stood shuffling a few papers. Alex opened the door fully, but cautiously at first in case Mr, Wright was doing important work. He looked up from his work, dull grey eyes shining. Alex's stunningly bright blue eyes flicked over his aged yet youthful face. "Ah, great to see you back!" Mr. Wright said, standing from his desk. Alex smiled his crooked smile, walking inside. He noticed a girl in the classroom. He wondered why she was there but his thoughts were interrupted. "What can I do for you?" Alex's gentle icy eyes flicked back to the teacher. "Oh, right, yes. I was wondering if you had an extra copy of The Diary Of Anne Frank." Mr. Wright smiled gently, "Say... didn't you ask the same question at the beginning of last year...and the year before that?" Alex gave a small chuckle, "Learning has no limits." This made Mr. Wright laugh as he turned himself around, opening a droor in his desk. He picked up an old looking book, and handed it to Alex. "Thank you, sir. I'll have it back by-" the teacher interrupted him, "I do wish you'd keep it. Think of it as...a graduation gift." Alex smiled again, looking down at his most favorite book. "Thank you." Mr. Wright nodded.
He eyed the one girl in the classroom, scanning her gently for a moment. Mr. Wright seemed to notice, and smiled. "Oh yes! Z...Zoey," he said, struggling with the name for a moment, "This is Alex." Alex looked back over at the girl, he walked over and held out a hand for her to shake, smiling soft.
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"Expect problems and eat them for breakfast"
Zoe quickly took out 'The fault in our stars' book, placing it on her legs and opening the page where she stopped reading. Zoe heard footsteps, then voices. She quickly looked upwards, focusing on the boy and the teacher. They were talking about some sort of book, and that quickly got her interest.
Her eyes widened after hearing her name and as well noticing the boy to go towards her with his hand out. She sighed deeply, her heart was beating so fast that even her body seemed to be warmer. She finally reached for his hand, softly gripping on it and shaking gently. Taking a deep breath, she smiled back to him. "Hello." Zoe spoke in her Italian accent, this time feeling very very warm inside, but no signs showed that on outside.
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Alex smiled his crooked smile, slowly taking away his hand when he believed it was appropriate. He ran a hand through his dark hair, icy blue eyes shining as the morning sun flooded the classroom. His eyes darted up to the clock, 8:54. He'd be late for the registration and morning announcments if he dallied too much longer. Alex turned to look back at the girl, shouldn't she also be in the atrium soon? Maybe she forgot? He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "School starts soon. Would you like to walk back to the atrium?" He asked, offering a small invitation. He'd hate for this girl to miss registration. His eyes were gentle, soft, but the blue was sharp and icy.
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"Expect problems and eat them for breakfast"
Zoe looked at the doorway for a second, noticing kids run by and head somewhere else. All of them were heading the same way, same direction. She sighed quietly, closing the book before reaching for her bag. "Yeah, sure..." Smiling to him quickly, she got up, getting the strap of her bag over her shoulder.
Zoe wasn't a tall girl. She looks like 7th grader or even 8th grader with a cute white dress and white flats. That bag was just below her waist, the edge was reaching her knees.
For few seconds she stood there, looking at ground before she finally looked up at him. "H-Hey, um. I am new here, new to this country and this school. I still don't know many, many things. I didn't even knew that we were supposed to go to atrium for registration" I think. She addaded that short sentence in her mind, not wanting to make fool of herself again. "C-Could you just give me a short tour around school after few lessons?" Zoe mumbled to him in a small shoulder roll, keeping her dark brown eyes on Alex.
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Alex smiled when she accepted his invitation. He watched her gather her things, gently studying the way she did things. She was interesting to him. Fascinating in a way. Alex's blue eyes looked at her face as she began talking, his face listening and attentive. He could tell she was not from around here. That also made him even more intrigued by her. With a small smile, "Sure. I'd be happy to show you around. And I think it's cool that you don't know much about this school." He said kindly. "That just gives me more to show you." Alex added on. He turned and walked for the door, Zoe right next to him. Instinctively, he held the door for her to walk through. After, he grabbed his suitcase and threw it over his shoulder. He and Zoe walked next to each other in the hall leading back to the Atrium. A few girls stared as he went by, probably shocked he was with a girl. "So when did you move here?" He asked to fill the silence.
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"Expect problems and eat them for breakfast"
Zoe listened carefully, hearing his agreement and with a wide grin she looked down, before following him towards the door. She nodded kindly after walking through the doorway, waiting for him to take his suitcase and then move after the crowd.
Hearing his question about the time when they had to leave Italy, she sighed, looking down at floor before remembering the date when they left. "About a month ago, yeah." she nodded, finally confirming the date when they moved in the country.
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He cleared his throat idly. "I've always wanted to go there. So much life and such an interesting culture." Alex smiled, walking along at a nice steady pace. "I'm sure leaving there was pretty hard, but I guess the U.S is okay." He said with a small chuckle. In front of them the buzzing shouts, conversations, reuniting friends, and greetings were heard all around as they neared the atrium. The morning announcements and registration would start soon. He guessed it was probably 8:55 by now.
Alex ran a hand through his dark locks, the flicked his eyes over to the girl "So have you made any good friends yet?" He asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer. But sometimes new people move here and find huge groups of friends before school even starts. It baffled him, but it happened occasionally. He watched her as he awaited an answer. Her personality comforted him, even if they had just met. Alex always liked the more genuine people. Fake people never got through to him, and he found them dull and, simply put...fake. People were SO incredibly interesting to him though. He loved to figure people out- all their different personality layers. Zoe seemed so complicated yet so simple. What was behind her wall of shyness?
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"Expect problems and eat them for breakfast."
Zoe sighed quietly, focusing on the crowd in front. The atrium currently was very noisy, but she still could hear Alex's voice. Glancing back at him with an answer still in her head, she crossed her arms on her chest, focusing on his icy eyes. "I had no choice, I couldn't say 'no' and stay there." mumbling quietly with a faint shrug, Zoe sighed again, this time more quietly and faintly.
Hearing another question that was addressed to her, she grinned. "No, but I think I will be friends with Librarian. We have so much common." She spoke with a slow nod and a big smile, looking around her before focusing back on Alex.