Ѧ ʏ ʏ σ ʋ и ɢ ɛ ƨ т ʏ ɛ α я ƨ {Open}

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[Anais - Crushless - Ten - At the library - Mood: Content]

Anais stood in the middle of the library, flipping through a book. She had gotten permission from her teacher with her free time to go the library. Anais was an very advanced reader, and was reading White Fang. She noticed that this book with very descriptive, so descriptive that it almost made you feel bored. She kinda hoped someone would come up and talk to her. She kinda expected her friend, Zachary to show up. After all, he was just as a bookworm as her. She remembered she had a crush on him back in Kindergarten. I was aa two second crush, so it never really got to her. Her dark skin glistened in the sunlight along with her black hair. The window was right in front of her, and she could feel the warm sun on her skin.

[LaMariposayLaOruga]

{Mr. Patterson | Divorced |39 yrs old | On his way to work...| Mood: Crabby}

Nicholas checked his watch, seeing he was late for work. Again. He cursed the day he allowed himself to buy that infernal contract apartment, that lived so far from the school he was employed at, no matter how early he awoke, he always ended up being stuck in traffic. Oh well, maybe I could turn this into an advantage..I got nothin'. Taking a sip from his coffee, Nicholas atleast tried to make the best of his time by going over the lesson he'd be teaching the class today.
They were learning about Photosynthesis this week, which was pretty advanced, considering its 4th grade.
"Thank God.." Nicholas muttered gratefully to whatever Divine being rested in the heavens above, he made a sharp turn on Ember Street, nearly hitting an SUV, who honked in response. Nicholas paid no mind, lost in his own world again, this happened to him often, where he'd just let his subconcscious carry him to unknown places. It was both amusing and irritating to company, but then again, when did he ever care about his impression made on others?

Nicholas arrived at the school in approximately 4.6 minutes after, parking on the sidewalk without notice and nearly dropping his binder and notes as he hurried himself up the enduring steps to the entrance, poking his head inside to check for any hall patrols..

[twig.]

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Candle heaved her backpack over her shoulder and started walking, "Why did Mom have to go to that stupid job interview!" She mumbled to herself, turning a corner. The stunning green colors burned her eyes along with the Rays of the sun that beat down on the city. Candle walked over to her 'thinking tree' and plopped herself down. Her phone began to play the song, I'm Sexy and I know it. "Yo?" She said, putting her touchscreen to her ear. "Hey mom, yeah I am going to be staying after school again today, so bye!" Candle flipped through the playlist of songs, she stopped on one, Only girl in the world and played it. A warm breeze made the grass flow and sway as if there was nobody to guide it, nobody who had control of it. Candle wished that very moment she was a blade of grass and she would be carried in the wind to heights nobody had ever seen before. With her eyes closed, it felt like the wind almost did carry her off, but in reality she was sitting beneath her tree listening to one song repeatedly. "Only if I could just float away from all my problems-" Candle started her eyes glimmering with hope. She looked down at her phone and began to play angry birds, the one thing that got her mind off of everything. But she did it carefully, so that no teacher could catch her in the act.

[free.]

(Can I change Bella's age to seven and her grade to first?)

['ye]

[ Yes, You can do that. I'll go change it right now. ]

[free.]

(Thank You!)

Bella - Seven - First Grade - Mood: defiant
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"NO MOMMY! I don't want to wear that outfit! I'm wearing this one!" Her face turned bright red in fury as she proudly showed her mom her outfit. Bright pink uggs, mini leggings, and a t-shirt on backwards. And mittens.
Her mother sighed, putting her head in her hands. "Alright Bells, fine. Just please let me help you with your shirt. And there's no need for mittens." She spoke calmly, her voice strained. She had to get to work. And Bella had to get to school.
Seeing she had won, Bella gave in and let her mother merely adjust her outfit, turning her shirt normal and taking off her mittens. She grabbed her bright pink flower backpack and proudly put it on. "I'm going to school, I'm going to school." She sang. Last year she had been homeschooled, and haad hated every minute of it. Now, she was quite proud ot be going to school. ANd on the big yellow bus as well, to meet a whole bunch of new friends.
Bella finished the toast that she had earlier discarded on the counter. Then she swung her backpack on and her and her mother walked down to the bus stop together. As soon as the bus came, she gave her mother a big hug, and a sloppy kis on the cheek. That done, the small girl raced up the stairs and into the depths of the giant vehicle.
It didn't take too long for the bus to get to school, and once it did, Bella was the first one out. She raced acorss the playground and into the school to go to her class and put her stuff in her cubby.

[twig.]

ʇɹɐH ɐpuɐɯ∀ ˙sƜ-No love intrest-Alone in her classroom-Mood: Tense

Amanda took in a deep breath as she fluffed her short white hair and walked up the steps to the school.
Her eyes met the secretary's who smiled and gave out a friendly 'hello'.
The long hall was a pain to walk down,
since she had a backpack slung over her
shoulder filled with lesson plans and her assignments
for college. She stopped at the heavy brown
wood and metal door that had a sheet of colorful paper and art work dotting it.
"Another day..." Amanda said dryly, she then pulled open the door and stepped
inside. All of the little colored in bumble bee print-outs dangled from little
strings that were attached to the ceiling. Some were imaginary
colors and others, very practical colors. All of the little
desks were empty for the morning. Amanda's eyes
glimmered as she plopped herself down in the
wheely chair that was infront of her desk.
She lifted the backpack off and pulled out her
lesson plans and classwork. It was time for her to practice the
lesson, on poems. "Okay students! Settle in please!"
She began to practice her lesson in the empty classroom.
Once she finished her test run, Amanda flipped through her
text book looking for the page that she was on. It turned
out that one of her students had ripped the page right out of the book,
leaving only little nail marks and ripped paper shreds. Without thought,
Amanda simply let her head fall onto the metal desk infront of her and began to bang her head repeatedly over.
"And, now what am I supposed to tell my teacher when I can not turn in the assignment. It will take a couple weeks to have her send in a new text book!" Amanda muttered to herself. Her brother, Victor was home
sick with the flu, and that flu happened to be the one Candle had herself a couple
weeks before.

[Rooster Cult]

- P I C -
none
- N A M E -emily a. jade

- N I C K N A M E - ema

- G E N D E R -girl

- A G E -12

- G R A D E -5th

- D E S C R I P T I O N -a young girl small for her age and proud of it dark brown hair pale skin skinny large blue eyes.

- P E R S O N A L I T Y -flighty fun curios and always sticking her nose where it does not belong nice.

- H I S T O R Y -normal life

- H E I G H T -4'3

- W E I G H T -72

- C R U S H -nope

- O T H E R -

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{Bumpy Bump Bump!}

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