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[Dragonette_11]

Ａｂｉｇａｌｅ Ａｎｎｅ Ｊａｃｋｓｏｎ
○ In Engineering Class
○ No crush
○ With Austin

Abigale was a bit surprised when she heard some one ask her to be partners. Normally she waited till the teacher partnered her with some one. It took a moment before she realized that it was Austin who had asked her. "Sure," she replied with a friendly smile. "I'll go grab the kit," she told him before hopping out of her seat and squeezed through the herd of boys to the kits. Once she returned, she sat down and opened it up. She loved this sort of work. She almost always had a blast, laughed a lot, and smiled, for she found building and trial runs fun.

[dream,]

She grabbed her note book out of her locker, Zoey called it her scribble notebook because she often drew in itZoella smiled as Alf came to her. "Oh, yeah, I was just looking at the pictures," Zoey smiled. "How are you?" She asked politely. She looked at the clook on her iPhone, she still had ten minutes free.
{ Sorry, didn't know what to write c: }

[annasophia.]

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Life isn't about finding yourself.
It's about creating yourself.

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➵ Melanie Groove
➵ Seventeen
➵ In the Engineering classroom
➵ By herself
➵ Feeling lonely
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After ten minutes of the lesson had past, Lanie finally finished with her building and pushed it gently to the side. Taking out a notebook, she decided to do what she did best. Write. People always thought that because she was a cheerleader, she didn't enjoy school or homework, funny enough, cheerleading wasn't what relaxed her, it was writing on straight blue lines that calmed her.
After a few minutes of scribbling across the page in Lanie's self made cursive, she read her writing frm the beginning. It was a funny story, she didn't even know she was writing it;
In a far away place called Amarth, two strawberries known as Stacy and Skie were traveling along a candy road when they saw a lost gingerbreadman. Deciding to help him, they picked him up and carried him to the only gingerbreadman house there was in Amarth. They laughed and giggled on the way. By the time they made it back, all had become good friends. The gingerbreadman invited them over for the night. The never went home, they liked it so much.
Lanie laughed as she read it, she was always coming up with wacky stories like this one.

[Leonn]

August || Female || 16

August let her hand in which she held the pencil and her mind connect. She never really thought about how she was drawing because she focused more on the outcome. She always made a picture in her head and let her hand move smoothly in its footsteps. She hardly ever needed a rubber these days now that she is so comfortable with doodling. August looked up a second at the teacher and couldn't help but meet the boy's eyes on the way down. He was watching her drawing and that made her feel a little pressured. She bit her lip and tried to focus on her hand instead.

[annasophia.]

{

Anyone want to talk with Lanie?

[tiredrobin]

• Daniel Nurse • Danny - Mute • 17 •

Her discomfort became visible once she had met his eyes for a second and realized he was watching. Seeing this, Danny looked away and settled back against his seat, trying to listen as the music teacher went on about the notes and scale and, as always, beat changes. His last class must have been really bad at beat changes. Danny found himself actually listening when the moving hand from his peripheral vision drew his gaze again.

Christ, she was good. Better, even, then some artists he admired on sites like deviantArt. They were mostly doodles, and he didn't get many glimpses of her shading, but it was good and Danny realized he was feeling kinda jealous of her skill. He drew a lot, has been since he was little, and he agreed that he was actually pretty good at it, but she was at a skill level he felt was beyond his own. Watching her hand and her pencil was like watching water, it moves so smoothly and defined the art.

Danny told himself off for watching, but then brightened a bit as an idea occurred to him. With practiced ease, he slipped his own sketchbook from his backpack and opened it to a blank page, where he quickly sketched out a Shuppet, by far his favorite of the Pokemon. It was okay, and some effort was put into it, but it was just a doodle and he didn't need to make it perfect. He smiled at the Shuppet, then slid his sketchbook to the edge of his desk so she could easily see it.

[Leonn]

August || Female || 16

August didn't even notice the boy looking away and kept on drawing. She stopped when she heard another pencil beside her. When he was finished, he slid the paper to her and she examined it. It was also a pokemon, a Shuppet. It was just a doodle but she could see he had drawn before. You notice that kind of stuff if you have gone through it yourself. August looked up at the boy when she was done glaring at his sketch-book and lifted the side of her mouth to perform something resembling a smile before returning to her work. The boy seemed to want to communicate to her after all, just not verbally. She continued drawing her favorite pokemon of all times in the low middle. Snorlax. She always thought it was so cute and just overall sweet while the other pokemon looked tough.

[dream,]

She grabbed her note book out of her locker, Zoey called it her scribble notebook because she often drew in itZoella smiled as Alf came to her. "Oh, yeah, I was just looking at the pictures," Zoey smiled. "How are you?" She asked politely. She looked at the clook on her iPhone, she still had ten minutes free.
{ Sorry, didn't know what to write c: }

[suitableusername;]

Alfie laughed lightly, and then put a hand through his hair. "Yeah i'm alright, what about you?" he simply asked. Alfie had to admit he had probably gone slightly red, I mean he did like her and even being the confident person he was, he still didn't want to ask Zoey anything just in case he was rejected, when you get rejected once its never too happen again.

[dream,]

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Zoey sweetly smiled as her crush stood in front of her. "So, um, you wanna go to class?" Zoey asked when she closed her locker. She put her bag over her shoulder and waited for Alfies reply. Zoey didn't really want to go to class, but she wanted to walk with Alfie somewhere. Class, was the first thing that popped in her head.