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Post by Elliot Aveiro on Mar 10, 2016 20:30:56 GMT -5
Elliot quickly tied her thick dark hair back, before slinging her backpack over her shoulder and picking up her suit case again. When she'd found out she was going to a 'school for troubled youth' as some had called it, she never imagined this. It actually looked really cool. Much nicer and more lighthearted than her school in Brazil. Having an almost insatiable appetite, the young woman stared hungrily at the stalls selling different foods. Sadly, her hands were full and she didn’t think she could afford to be spend money on snacks at the moment. Or should she...? Walking quickly along, Elliot was relieved when a regulator offered to carry her luggage for her. Heaving the suitcase into their hands, she started towards her dorm.
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Post by Melanie Rose on Mar 10, 2016 22:58:58 GMT -5
I smiled back at the student. So he was from 552. That was cool. I wanted to make more friends. Seeing as how I really didn't have many to begin with... I really wasn't sure if I should include Kazuya in my friend's list or not. I mean he was my boyfriend. What did that mean in terms of friendship? If I were to count Kazuya in my friends list, I would have... two. That was just sad.
I looked back to the boy and smiled a bit brighter. It seemed he was uncomfortable. I couldn't imagine why. I was sweet and kind, most times. Was I a fright to look at? Was my hair a mess? I brought my hand up to my hair and dragged it down a side feeling the silky strands all the way to my breast. It felt fine. What was the deal then?
"That's cool. I go there, too! Well, here I suppose."[/color] He opened his eyes wide before he said he went to this one. I giggled and brought my hand up to my mouth. My other hand still clinging tightly to my Kazzie-doll. He was funny.
I turned my head slightly hearing Kazuya say my full name. He was telling that other guy about me? I blushed a bit. I wondered what he was talking about. I didn't have long to think about it as a box of Cocoa Puffs flew through the air and bumped into the back of my thigh before clattering to the ground. I turned and looked at it. That was odd.
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Post by Rochi Dragon on Mar 11, 2016 14:09:45 GMT -5
"WOW, RUDE! INSTEAD OF HELPING ME, YOU JUST ASK YOUR FRIENDS TO MOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE. JERK!"
The jester was pissed off. Instead of someone helping this poor helpless teen, they just want to move away from him to pretend it never happened. Rochi started picking up his boxes of cereal slowly, expecting someone to help, tho he really doubted that. Most people here were devils who had no heart and loved to ruin other people's lives...actually that sounded just like what his brothers do.
But as the jester looked at the man with the Yakisoba, he knew that he was one of those people who didn't give a crap.
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Все должны меня любить и отчаяние
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Mar 11, 2016 15:16:16 GMT -5
I was late getting off the plane, I had to convince myself that this would be a brand new start and i would be different. Everything would change. I stepped off the plane and onto the tarmac to see a festival. How odd. I was about to start along the path to go to find where my classroom was before I saw a kid bump into another student and drop quite a few boxes all over the place. I made my way to the student and offered my hand.
"Here, let me help you up."
After he stood, I would begin gathering his boxes and stacking them.
"You need to look out where you are going. Do you nee help carrying these?"
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