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{{I'll just start in the halls, getting to Vocal Stregthing class if that sounds alright?}}
September won't you bring me some rain again? This sun is melting my skin, And I would give you anything to feel something else September falls away 'till I'm broken, I just hate the sound. And I can feel the water changing me, it's changing me for good.
Username: Littlejackrabbit Name: Cyra Age: 16 Gender: Female Personality: Quite calm, but she gets mad easily. She likes to be around friends, but just looking at people she doesn't know gets on her nerves. She has many flaws, like the fact that she loves to back talk, in fact, she makes a game about it. Accesories: Her headphones. Crush: None (yet) Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None (yet) Theme song: P!nk F***** Perfect Wealth: Wealthy History: She comes from a family called the Jonhs. She actually cannot relate to any one in her family. Her father is a wealthy man who works in a law firm, and her mother is the stay at home Betty Crocker type. She is an amazing artist, even though no one understands her work. She hates people who think she's crazy, because the way she looks at it, there is no such thing as normal. She comes from Britain and she is happy to be accepted into the school, because she thinks her home town is full of stiff old business executives and smelly old housewives who are trapped under their husbands thumb. Pet?: A small corgi puppy named Petie Other: She went through a long depression because of an abusive boyfriend, but she fails to mention it to any body..
{{Butterfly, they aren't at the school yet ^^ I would read a few pages to get updated. Littlejackrabbit, Accepted! Changed eye color of Cyra: Left eye silver. Home of Cyra:HomeSweetHome
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{{Ahh I see! Alright, I'll start him just getting to the school grounds? And yes, Tmi -_-}}
September won't you bring me some rain again? This sun is melting my skin, And I would give you anything to feel something else September falls away 'till I'm broken, I just hate the sound. And I can feel the water changing me, it's changing me for good.
{{Tinyjackrabbit, please don't give us... information of what you are going to do, thank you ^^ Butterfly, right now, they are still at the airport, and they are getting in the limo, so I would suggest that you start at the airport.}}
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[[ Swwry I was jp, I had to go feed my dog and my cat Enchi!! ]]
Cyra stepped off the plane and looked around. She rolled her eyes this place felt exactly like Britian, stuffy and cold. She turned up her headphones to the max and played raise your glass. She kept wlking and swerving around people, because she wanted to go find her puppy. On her way to the storage unit of the plane she ran into a girl with short (brown?) hair. "Hey watch out!"
Spade got off of the plane as qucikly as he could, he couldn't stand heights. It was a simple yet antagonizing fear he had and was very realived to get off of the large metal death-trap. Now in the midst of bustling people, he pulled out his Italian dictionary and tried to ask an empolyee for help. He tapped the female worker's shoulder and smiled when she turned around, noticing the familer spark in her eye. "Mi scusi, signorina. Dove posso incassare le mie borse, e dove potrei trovare il mio gatto? Gli impiegati sul piano mi ha detto che sarebbe stata in un compartimento separato di partecipazione?" His accent wasn't at all perfect, but it was good enough for the women to understand. She flipped her short black hair and told him where to go, pointing and making large hand gestures. He smiled politely and thanked her, moving to the area she pointed to. He was out to find his luggage and his cat, both needed in that moment. Looking around curiously, we wondered if any of the other students were in the same airport as he was. It wouldn't be too much of a shock, considering it was the closest to the school. He noticed the employee was looking at him as he walked away, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
September won't you bring me some rain again? This sun is melting my skin, And I would give you anything to feel something else September falls away 'till I'm broken, I just hate the sound. And I can feel the water changing me, it's changing me for good.