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[b][color=#FF4080][quote]αllιѕoɴ ιι тнe ғree ѕpιrιт ιι ѕeɴιor yeαr ιι lιĸeѕ edмoɴd[/quote][/color][/b]
[size=85]✪[color=#808080]Allison's text here![/color]✪[/size]

[b][quote][color=#4040BF]loɢαɴ ιι тнe ѕĸαтer вoy ιι jυɴιor ιι lιĸeѕ roмelια[/color][/quote][/b]
[size=85]☯[color=#808080]Logan's text here![/color]☯[/size]






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[list][list][size=85][color=#804040][b]Edmond Spade[/b][/color] [color=#BFBFBF]smiled sheepishly and sat down. He was new so he was shy. But once he got use to things he would change completely. So these jerks had it in for them. So far this school begged him to come because he was smart. Well, not actually begged. But instead of him auditioning or signing up they asked him. He was placed on the National Honor Society. It was a cool club. You get to go to Africa if you get auctioned for it and help the oters in need. Most kids would hate that but Edmonds an outdoor kind of person. One to drift off in space and dream of him in a magical land with Dragons and cute princesses left and right, him the hero or king. Anyways he signed up for President so hopefully by the end of this week he could be one of the most powerful kids in the school if he gets to know the teachers. In England he was a complete looser and his only friends were the teachers. So, hopefully he plans to change that this year starting with this girl. No offence but she looked no where near popular but she was nice so if in the end he only has one really cool friend over the fruity preps or whatever they call them in America he could deal with it.
Sitting down he set his bag on his seat and smiled when the kid hit the front of the bus. Quickly looking back at the girl, oh wait no, Allison he replied. "Thanks and yeah I moved here. My mum made me leave. Are all the um, school busses like this?" he said frowning. "I expected given transportation to be rather, um, clean? quiet, relaxing. Not this mad house." he said with a smile. "Maybe next time I should bring my head phones." [/color][/size][/list][/list]
[center][size=150][color=#40BFBF]J[/color][color=#BFBFBF]osh[/color] [color=#40BFBF]W[/color][color=#BFBFBF]hite[/color][/size][/center] [center][size=75][color=#40BFBF]seventeen[/color] years old | [color=#40BFBF]tags;;[/color] name here | [color=#40BFBF]mood;;[/color] relaxed, as normal[/size][/center] [center][color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#FFFFFF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#BFBFBF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#FFFFFF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#BFBFBF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#FFFFFF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#BFBFBF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#FFFFFF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#BFBFBF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#FFFFFF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#BFBFBF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#FFFFFF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#BFBFBF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#FFFFFF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#BFBFBF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#FFFFFF]-[/color] [color=#40BFBF]-[/color] [color=#BFBFBF]-[/color][/center]
[list][list][size=85][color=#40BFBF][b]Edmond Spade[/b][/color] [color=#BFBFBF]sighed looking up. He stood up slowly from his bed rubbing his hand down his messy hair and looked over at the time, 8:30. Standing up he got [url=http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/107180416/id/dvezd-hl4xGzIbGmNxsv_g/size/l.jpg]dressed[/url] putting on a white loose shirt and slipping on a blue sweater over it so only his white collar shown from his neck, the white shown out of the bottom of his shirt and his sleeves. Slipping on last minuet shoes and his fathers dog tags he strode downstairs ignoring his [url=http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4mzfdxAVp1rx2366o1_500.gif]dog[/url]. Edmond turned his head seeing his phone on his counter and drowned out the awkward silence with Panic! at the Disco. He smiled hearing "This is Gospel" come on and plugged his head phones in. Oddly enough there was an odd feeling in him. Why did he seem so worried or forgotten? What had he forgot? Pushing it off his shoulder he wondered how nice the "Bus" would be. Hess never been on a "School Bus" before or seen one. He use to live in England and this year there was no "Trolley or Town Bus" that's what he normally took. Their schools provided no transportation. That must mean that this school would be nice. Its like a limo but for lots of people! Comfy seats, nice kids. America was so cool.
Edmond looked over hearing a loud honk and jumped. "Ah! 8:30 that's it! He was late!" Edmond ran over grabbing his bad forgetting about Breakfast and a coat. Rushing outside a cold breeze whacked his face and he regretted it the moment it hit him. Looking forward his mouth dropped as the doors opened. "You getting in?" said the old man. "What is this?" he said in his British accent. "A BUs get on!" said the old man now annoyed. Edmond jumped on the bus worried that he was not supposed to be here. Was he getting kidnapped? He chucked to himself knowing that was not at all what was happening here. he could hear kids yelling from inside there were others. Looking forward every seat was crowded. "This stinks..." he muttered. Someone laughed. "That's because your standing next to Tommy Watts." Edmond looked over t see a fairly large boy wear white and um... brown jeans? Walking on no one let him sit but they were interested. Boys tried to trip him but Edmond just scooted past them. Girls rubbed his hair saying "As he's British how cute!" Swallowing hard he looked over at the only open seat. A girl sat there she was intimidating. Not like the girly ones in the front. "Is it always this loud?" he asked her hoping she would invite him to sit. [/color][/size][/list][/list]
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[list][list][size=85][color=#FFBFBF][b]Edmond Spade[/b][/color] [color=#BFBFBF]sighed looking up. He stood up slowly from his bed rubbing his hand down his messy hair and looked over at the time, 8:30. Standing up he got [url=http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/107180416/id/dvezd-hl4xGzIbGmNxsv_g/size/l.jpg]dressed[/url] putting on a white loose shirt and slipping on a blue sweater over it so only his white collar shown from his neck, the white shown out of the bottom of his shirt and his sleeves. Slipping on last minuet shoes and his fathers dog tags he strode downstairs ignoring his [url=http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4mzfdxAVp1rx2366o1_500.gif]dog[/url]. Edmond turned his head seeing his phone on his counter and drowned out the awkward silence with Panic! at the Disco. He smiled hearing "This is Gospel" come on and plugged his head phones in. Oddly enough there was an odd feeling in him. Why did he seem so worried or forgotten? What had he forgot? Pushing it off his shoulder he wondered how nice the "Bus" would be. Hess never been on a "School Bus" before or seen one. He use to live in England and this year there was no "Trolley or Town Bus" that's what he normally took. Their schools provided no transportation. That must mean that this school would be nice. Its like a limo but for lots of people! Comfy seats, nice kids. America was so cool.
Edmond looked over hearing a loud honk and jumped. "Ah! 8:30 that's it! He was late!" Edmond ran over grabbing his bad forgetting about Breakfast and a coat. Rushing outside a cold breeze whacked his face and he regretted it the moment it hit him. Looking forward his mouth dropped as the doors opened. "You getting in?" said the old man. "What is this?" he said in his British accent. "A BUs get on!" said the old man now annoyed. Edmond jumped on the bus worried that he was not supposed to be here. Was he getting kidnapped? He chucked to himself knowing that was not at all what was happening here. he could hear kids yelling from inside there were others. Looking forward every seat was crowded. "This stinks..." he muttered. Someone laughed. "That's because your standing next to Tommy Watts." Edmond looked over t see a fairly large boy wear white and um... brown jeans? Walking on no one let him sit but they were interested. Boys tried to trip him but Edmond just scooted past them. Girls rubbed his hair saying "As he's British how cute!" Swallowing hard he looked over at the only open seat. A girl sat there she was intimidating. Not like the girly ones in the front. "Is it always this loud?" he asked her hoping she would invite him to sit. [/color][/size][/list][/list]Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 0 guests