ivy academy [open] [always accepting]

[panorama,]

(what page are your forms on?)

[My forms are currently on page ten.]
Raven

[haise;]

my forms are on page eight c;

[longlive]

[ Evon is open ]

[~stories untold.]

(yeah i believe you were accepted, but i don't know.)

[haise;]

i have a boy and a girl open ~

[Brittle]

bump for Reilly and archie

[panorama,]

[I am just going to jump in here then :P ]

Beckham Preyer][Jock][Seventeen][no crush

The brunette slammed his locker in frustration, books in hand. Speeding through people, effortlessly weaving through them, as he made his way off to wherever he needed to be. He couldn't believe it. He just had to go his brothers one of many chess club matches, instead of going to his football game. Its CHESS. What could be more exciting than that? Oh yea, just about everything. Beck groaned as girls threw themselves at him, claiming it was an accident. He gave them a careless smile as he strode on by. Hopefully his coach would understand that one of his starters was going to be sitting in a middle school watching chess. He shook his head as he looked around, forgetting he was actually supposed to be going somewhere. He swung back around, realizing he had missed his destination.

Amber C. Woods][Skater][Seventeen][a slight yes

The door to her crappy locker clinked, as she shut it with one swift movement. She really wasn't in the mood for socializing with the human race today. She weaved her way through people, wishing a teacher hadn't caught her riding her skateboard through the halls. She would still need to go get that later. She silently cursed herself. Amber looked down at her hands, realizing she had none of the books her next few classes required. Shaking her head at her idiocy, she turned back to her locker, grabbing her books, and slamming it this time. She walked down the halls, passing some cheerleaders, who she earned a snicker from. She smirked. Cheerleaders are the worst, though jocks can be equally a pain. Though she just tried to stay away from them too. Her green eyes spotted a jock just a few feet or so in front of her. Blake was his name? She shook her head, and tried to walk passed him, unnoticed.

Kiandra Lee][Normal][Eighteen][No crush

Ahh, Kiandra lee, finding herself in this school for another year. How the lockers were now but bitter-sweet. She collected her things and headed to her class, though she didn't see why she needed to. She already had her work completed weeks early. That is how she was, It sounds quite nerdy, and she doesn't look like that type of person, but she is, and she can't change it. She flattened her skirt, and white blouse as she entered her class, her teacher smiling at her as she chose the seat in dead center. "Nerd." someone whispered to her right, as she could almost hear the smug looks everyone wore. She was not a nerd, she couldn't possibly be. She wasn't in love with school-work, she just liked having it done. She was beginning to think she had some sort of OCD. Kiandra shook her head, and blocked the world out, a song off The Killers album Day and Age repeating its chorus in her head.

[twix .]

➤Oᴡᴇɴ Bʟᴀᴋᴇ Lᴀɴɢʟᴇʏ

"ｔｈｅ ｎｏｒｍａｌ ｏｎｅ"
➤➤outfit ➤ with tatum ➤ ooc: --
Owen noticed Tatum sneaking glances at him. He smiled a little at that, turning
his attention back to the board. He watched as the teacher demonstrated some
experiment they had to do, mixing a few chemicals. He noted on what the teacher
was saying, writing in his practically illegible handwriting on a lined piece of paper
in his notebook. He tried to focus on the middle-aged woman at the front of the
room, but he just couldn't. His thoughts always seemed to wander over to Tatum,
and he couldn't get his mind off of her and what had happened in the hallway.

➤Nᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴇ Mᴀʀɪᴇ Vɪʟʟᴇᴍᴀɪʀᴇ

"ｔｈｅ ｃｈｅｅｒｌｅａｄｅｒ"
➤➤outfit ➤ with austin ➤ ooc: --
Natalie nodded at Austin, thanking him for the sweatshirt as she slid it on. Nat
could feel the thicker material instantly warm her up as she put her hands in her
pockets and looked towards the ground. "If you wouldn't mind, maybe we
could meet up sometime and you could help me with it? I'm having some
trouble with what we're doing right now." The blonde said, turning her gaze
back over to the skater.

[lennon]

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Ｔ Ａ Ｔ Ｕ Ｍ

❝She just wants someone to talk to.❞
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Tatum had trouble concentrating on the task at hand. It seemed as though the teachers' goal was to make the students fall asleep. The dull voice went on and on, nothing caught her attention. The words, phrases, sentences meant nothing to the young blonde. She had bigger hopes than being some major in science and recognizing which chemicals could mix and which couldn't. After almost an hour of being bored out of her mind Tatum was snapped back into the living as the bell rang, signaling a break in between classes. While all the other students rushed out the room like mad men, she took her sweet time. Making sure she didn't leave anything behind. Although the blonde told herself she didn't want to leave anything behind it was just a lousy excuse to hopefully spend some more time with a certain someone.

[twix .]

➤Oᴡᴇɴ Bʟᴀᴋᴇ Lᴀɴɢʟᴇʏ

"ｔｈｅ ｎｏｒｍａｌ ｏｎｅ"
➤➤outfit ➤ with tatum ➤ ooc: --
Owen sighed with relief when the bell signalling the period had ended rang.
He gathered all of his books into his arms while his eyes slowly found their
way over to Tatum. He quickly averted his gaze as he walked towards the
door, moving slower than normal. A voice in his head was telling him to go
to Tatum, and go talk to her. But Owen was telling himself he wasn't good
enough, not brave enough. He grinded his teeth against each other as he
tried to build up the confidence to go and talk to her and get her number.
The brunette made his way over to the blonde, taking deep breaths. "Hi."
He breathed, mentally slapping himself. Really Owen? 'Hi.' was all you could
do? He thought angrily.