Яσмɛℓια
Something beautiful and tragic in the fallout, let me say it one more time..
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name; romelia caridee tabatha
jackson
nicknames; rome, ro, tabby
age; sixteen
role; the jewel
feeling; anxious
doing; settling into homeroom
likes; logan
status; single
tags; n/a
song; miss jackson by
panic! at the disco
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Wind softly blew through Romelia's silky black hair, sending it sweeping slightly off to the side. In a way the breeze felt soothing, relieving her of her once uneasy mind. Walking to school was only a ten minute trip, but it seemed like a decade the closer she got to it. Anxiety began to boil in her veins and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Romelia's eyes dragged themselves away from the illuminating IPod screen and up ahead,finding herself arriving at the school gates in, what seemed like, no time at all. Students were piling into the high school, most conversing with their friends. Some she overheard exchanging schedules and their Summer trips. She walked through the front glass doors of the school building, entering with a mere saunter and nothing more. She wasn't all too worried about making it to homeroom. Surely, they wouldn't have a time limit, considering that it only was the first day back after all and unlike herself, some of the students transferring from the middle school had no idea where they were possibly going. Ah, ninth grade. Brings back memories. Romelia walked to her locker, opening up the lock with three numbers, before placing her black jacket in. Along with whatever locker accessories that were stored in her red binder. After a moment's pause, she slammed the locker shut. Quiet enough for the teachers not to scold her, before striding down the hall and heading into the classroom. There were quite a few familiar faces actually. From her stand point at the door, she could just pick out both Logan and Samuel, but she only took a glimpse of them before taking a seat midway throughout the classroom.
ℓιℓαc
I don't know where you're going, but do you have room for one more troubled soul?
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name; lilac evelyn montgomery
nicknames; lila, little flower
age; seventeen
role; the griever
feeling; unexcited
doing; riding on the bus
likes; samuel
status; single
tags; n/a
song; alone together by
fall out boy
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The bus rattled and shook, sending the girl a bit over the edge. Not only that but there were plenty of obnoxious people in the far back that simply began to get on her nerves. Lilac rubbed her face roughly, shoving her book and pencil into the biggest pocket of her bag before doing her best to just focus on the outside world. All it was, was blurs and the occasional pause for the students to get on. She avoided trying to sit with people of course. Lilac never was the one to try and communicate with others, so she simply placed her backpack by the edge of the seat with herself placed in the middle of the cushion. Oh, the joys of bus rides. Soon enough, they picked up their last student. A boy, most likely in ninth grade, had slowly ascended onto the bus. The way his eyes nearly popped out of his head, made it clear that he was nervous. Though he wasn't the only one. Despite being a senior, Lilac could admit that she was probably just as nervous as the high school newcomer. Once the boy seated himself in the first seat of the bus, they were off again. Only making a final stop at the school. Most of the students, shoved Lilac to the side. Though she didn't seem to care. At the moment, she was lost in a world of thoughts, a frown plastered to her face. She looked down to the ground, avoiding eye contact from each of those who irritably pushed her to the side. Lilac placed her arm through the one loop of the back pack before finally getting off as the last person on the bus. She wandered into the school building, her head bowed and her eyes locked to the floor. At her locker, she shoved her backpack into the locker, grabbing very few items from the bag. Afterwards, she walked quickly to her homeroom, not bothering to do anything but set herself in the front of the room. Where she decided to retrieve her notebook and write poetry.
Ħσℓт
So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become.
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name; holt adam greene
nicknames; n/a
age; nineteen
role; the bad boy
feeling; irritated
doing; school
likes; catherine
status; single
tags; n/a
song; animal i have become by
three days grace
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Speeding down the road hadn't calmed the utter agitation that plagued his emotions, simply it made it more tempted to make a sharp turn off to a local bar or something. Surely there had to be one open. Even if it were deserted. However, he didn't do that and instead forced himself to convert to other thoughts. Holt flickered the cigarette, sending ashes flying out and into the world. He huffed, throwing the rest of it out the window before putting his window up. The smell of smoke and leather filled the rather nice car, making him content for the time being. Holt pulled up to the front gates of the school, swerving in the parking lot to make a complete stop. He paused momentarily, leaning back in his seat and staring at the doors. This was ridiculous. He should just bail now and just completely leave school all together. Holt opened the door of the car, stepping out with yet another dissatisfied huff before making his way up to the building. Instantly, he could feel the eyes watching over him. Like vultures eyeing their prey. In return to these stares, he glared at most of them and walking into his homeroom. Simply not looking back.
