.::Lose Yourself::. Teen Romance - Intermediate -

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The girls just looked at her funny and then finally one spoke up, "The party is at Jack's." Aless was about to ask what time, but they had already lost interest in her and were laughing about something or the other.
She shook her head. No-she didn't want to be like them. she would be the same. Why should she have to change herself? Maybe just a tad bit more outgoing, like going to parties.
She licked her lips-they were dry, likely from the fact that she had just asked some strangers where a party that she wasn't invited to was. That was to much for her. To calm herself, Aless snapped a few pictures of the teacher writing on the whiteboard with a red marker.
Aless winced at the flash, while talking, her fingers played with the keys on the camera. She had accidentally clicked the flash, and, since this camera was really "crappy" as her brother put it, the flash was almost unbearable. She knew she should have taken her better one.

Words:
174 >.<
Notes:
I'm running late for school. xD

[PlasticPeach]

Lina sighed, bored as ever, as the teacher droned on and on. She couldn’t help but think of the adorable boy out in the hallway. She liked the way he blatantly cut class, dot really caring if anyone saw him in the hallway. I wonder if he’s still out there, she thought to herself. She definitely wouldn’t get to know him by sitting in her desk. She raised her hand so quickly the teacher looked surprised. “May I go to the restroom?” Lina asked sweetly. The teacher gave a nonchalant wave of the hand and signed a pass for her. To her delight, she saw the boy standing where he was before, now holding a cigarette. She remembered the two or so years when she had been a smoker. And moreover, just a party girl in general. She went to class and all, but used to drink and smoke and do many other things. However, that had ended when Lina and her dad had moved to the United States two years ago. She was happy she was done with that stuff now, for the most part. But for some odd reason, seeing the boy standing there with a cigarette was actually quite a turn on. Lina had always fallen hard for the bad boy types. As she walked passed him, she casually dropped her pass on the ground, right by his feet. She stepped back, picked up her pass and smiled at the boy. “Sorry. “ She actually wanted to talk to him, so she twirled a loose strand of hair, somewhat absent-mindedly, and said “Hi. I’m Lina.”

Words: 268
Notes: None
Outfit: Same as before.

[vαιuε]

Sam was feeling hollow inside; for the first time in a long time, he started to worry. He was the new kid, at a new school, with a new way of thinking. How would it turn out? Samuel had been through quite enough of torture at his old school, and his parents willingly lent him change, after him coming home with bruise and welts that covered his body. He wasn’t that bad to hang out with, in fact, people who had gotten a change to get to know him, had said that he was interesting, and had a special ability. Indeed he did. His mother and father believed he could read other peoples emotions, and figure out how they were feeling, even if they hid it perfectly. Some people found it sweet when he found out they were sad, and he comforted them, while others found it extremely annoying that their cover had been blown, and took it out on him. But the one type he didn’t understand, were people who called themselves, ‘Emo’. He knew they wore black, and usually dyed their hair the same color. He knew they were upset about their life, and made sure everyone knew it. But what Sam didn’t get, was why they wanted everyone to know, because, when you asked anyone else if they were sad, their answer would always be, “I’m not.” After a while of thinking, Sam snapped out of his trance, and looked ahead. Then his eyes widened, and he wondered how he had gotten to school so fast. There it was. Tall, wide, the sides decorated with bricks. Looked pretty old fashion to him.

Dean raised an eyebrow as the same girl he had seen earlier walked towards him. She seemed to be carrying some sort of pass. At first, he was disappointed when she started to walk past him, but when she dropped the signed slip of paper by his feet, a grin appeared on his face. He looked up at her casually, and listened as she introduced herself as Lina. Not a bad name. He ignored her apology, and answered indifferently, “Hey.” After a moment, Dean realized he had just ended a could-have been conversation with a cute girl. He had to make up for it then. He pointed to a spot next to him. “Wanna join me?” He asked her, the smile resting on his lips. He found this question more of a test. If she sits down next to him, she’s his type. If she stares at the cigarette resting between his fingers, and walks away with a frown, he’ll know that he would never go for her.

Jack blinked unexpectedly as she answered his question bluntly. That was strange. Most girls who talked to him, usually wanted to go out with him before he asked any questions. In fact, they usually started the conversation. He smiled. Not that they didn’t regret it later. He shook his head. But anyway, it didn’t seem like she was that type. Jack was confused. Did that make him more or less interested? His thoughts were interrupted, as she asked him if there was a reason why he was asking. This was surprising. How was he going to get out of this one without looking stupid? “Um,” He started nervously, “No, I was just wondering.” Jack answered, though he was upset that the words that came out of his mouth were those. He sighed. Oh well, he would have to ask her later on in the day, when he had his confidence up higher. A noise coming form behind, startled him, and he turned his head to see a boy with light brown hair, and blue-green eyes, looking at him. (Chris :3)

WORDS:
632
NOTES:
Still nothing to write about Xavier until next period d: And Sams ‘ability’ is not a super power. I know a few people who have it d;
OUTFIT:
Same as before.

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{{Ability?}}

[PlasticPeach]

Lina looked down to the spot where he pointed. She considered the negatives to sitting next to him. She could get in some trouble for sitting with the boy, especially since he was smoking. But she figured she had a good five minutes before the teacher noticed she still wasn’t back yet. "Sure, why not?" She decided to sit next to him, and slid down into a sitting position and smiled at the boy. “Alright.” She looked down at his cigarette. She looked at his profile, and was even more determined to bring him to Jack’s party. She then realized she didn’t know his name. “So you know my name, but I don’t know yours.” She smiled slightly at him, barely raising a corner of her mouth, but it was still a smile. She was attracted to his attitude. And his good looks were just a bonus. She started absentmindedly turning her pass through her fingers. It was something she often did, not specifically with passes, but whenever she was even the slightest bit nervous, she started twirling things between her fingers, often her hair, or a pencil she was holding.

Words: 191
Notes: None.
Outfit: Same as before.

[softballsava]

((I'm sneaking on right now.. but tomoroow after school I can get on.. can we hold up anything that has to do with my charrie till then, (thats a lot to ask I know..))

[vαιuε]

Softballsava, yeah, sure :3

Freakishlyesterday, yes, someone who can read anothers emotions.

[vαιuε]

bump?

[anonymouse]

Skye let her thoughts be taken by the teacher. Her hand wrote smoothly on the white notebook she had bought for Geography. The sparkle in her green eyes had died from lack of interest since she had stopped thinking about Paris and guys. But she even noticed that she was still slightly afraid of guys. The way she sat was clear enough that she wasn't very comfortable around guys. Skye loosened her posture so she was trying to cave in on herself, pushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes, and turned her attention back to the teacher no matter how much she didn't care. She kept reminding herself, Things will be better once I finished school, things will be better then because I'll return to Paris... But even now the very thought of her beautiful city wasn't enough.

Skye listened to the teacher's monotone of a voice and tried not to fall asleep. Her hand stopped writing notes - Skye had noticed she knew already what the teacher was teaching - and her eyes had returned to the window. A bird flew by reminding Skye of how she too longed to be free in the endless expantion of the sky... Skye blinked. Had she just let herself get caught up in a day dream again? Mentally nodding, Skye looked back towards the clock then the window. She would survive, she decided, if there was a window for her imagination to florish.

Clothes:
Same as before
Notes:
Just the thought of the class makes me not want to think about school... I hate school >.<
Sorry it's so short. ^^" I have a slight Writer's Block because I'm not sure what to write about XD

[softballsava]

Damien:

Damien smiled to himself as he thought of Adrianne. He caught a glimps over at her, and made sure his mind was set. Yeah, he would find a way to ask her to be his date at the party tonight. That was one thing he was certain about. He looked over at her and flashed a large smile. He noticed she was pulling out ehr notebook, and decided, he should probably do the same. He started to write the name of the lesson when he heard a tearing noise next to him. He looked over and saw her writing something on her paper in perfect script. He smiled a bit, hoping th enote was coming his way.

Suddenly he heard the little paper ball woosh through the air softly and land on the desk in front of him. He looked over at her, giving her a wink before he opened the note. This was a greta way to start off senior year. Okay better than great, it was completely awesome. She totally had a thing for him. It was obvious.

Damien opened the note..
"did you hear about the party?"
He smiled to himself. He was just about to ask her the exact same thing.. He roleld the note over to the other side and wrote in his small handwriting..
"Yeah, and I'm dateless :[ you?"
He looked at the note once more before quietly crumpling it back up and tossing it swiftly back over to her. Now all he had to hope was that she was dateless too, and then via one note, they would be going together to the party. Damien looked over at her. There was so much he wanted to learn about her, but he guessed he had all year. Sometimes, crushing as a senior sucked.

Loralie:

Lor looked at Jack and smiled on the inside. yeah, he definetly thought she was hot, just byt he way he reacted to her asking the questions over him. She looked at him her eyes light and playful. "Oh, well thats too bad, I still need a date.." she said as she realed around and looked at Chris, "Hey Chris, are we gonna go to that party together tonight?" she asked him her eyes sparkling brightly. Adrianne would just ahve to get over it. She needed a date, adn Chris was into her. So that made it that much easier.

She remembered when she had first moved here. She came in from Canada. The only thing she really said was speak in an english proper voice. No eh, or anything like that. No, that was all the other Canadian guy. his voice would ring out and scream, 'yes I am a Canadian' Loralie was happy she could blend in more with her accent. She didn't miss a thing about where she was from, and she actually came here because she had met Adrianne at a horseback riding camp when they were in about second grade, and they had kept in touch ever since. Her dad used to drive her to visit, seeing as they only lived about and hour away.

But now Loralie chose to move away from the country like home that Adrianne lived in and moved to the big city. She would her job as a fashion designer one day. This she was sure of.

Her thoughts returned back to Chris, "Well?" she asked him smiling wider now.

Words: 572

Notes: eh, sorry that took so long, and for the crappy posts

Outfit: Samess