~>BlewJay<~ wrote:Hello, I'm ~>BlewJay<~
(Currently a Plumie non-owner)Sierra
femaleA Favorite Memory with Friends
Sierra walked into class early, seeing three of her great friends, Sun, Seven, and Root. They were all sitting at their desks, bored. Seven was busying himself by doing some fancy tricks with his pencil, while Root colored his backpack with marker. Sun was... who knows what she was doing. Sierra sat at her desk cautiously. Meanwhile, their teacher fidgeted with the day's plans, an unorganized assortment of tacks, paperclips, and string in her mouth, garnished by a sticky note on her forehead.
Nearby, Seven leaned to the side of his desk and whispered something about tennis to Root. They both loved that sport with a passion. It was kinda weird, but Sierra didn't bother. Sun blinked, as she hadn't in a long, long time, and tapped Root on the shoulder, since she sat behind him. "Have you ever thought about playing badminton?" she asked, expecting the reply that she got. Root and Seven started yelling at Sun (In a friendly way) about how different the games were and how they were apposed to the game she had described.
Sierra had to but in. "They're about the same, right?" she asked. The two boys had an answer bu didn't say anything. "I mean, the only difference is..." she paused. She didn't understand. She knew they were different, but in reality, how different could they be? "Well, they're both just games that rich people play to impress guests, right?" It was a stereotype, but all Sierra could think of.
Although all three friends took offense to that, they started laughing their faces off. Seven began to imitate a fancy person, pretending to straighten a monocle that wasn't there. "Mm, yes, I would quite like to show Madame Winscon not to tread on my lawn again. Would you like to play a nice game of tennis, my dear?" he asked, directing to Sierra.
She laughed. "Oh, do show me how to play, good sir!" she said. Root had already fallen to the floor in laughter. Honestly, Sierra was concerned that he was going to die.
"All right then, this is a friendly game, so just remember to- GET OFF MY LAWN YOU GRASS TRAMPLER!" Seven roared, pretending to hit Sierra with a racket repeatedly.
"Oh my gosh!" Sierra laughed, retreating to her normal voice.
Sun joined in, too. "Yeesh, violence!" she joked.
"CLASS! IN YOUR SEATS!" the teacher screeched. Seven ran back to his seat, while Sierra got off of the floor, sitting quickly. Sun was already in her seat, but Root remained at the floor.
Sun leaned over to Sierra. "Do you think he's ok?" she asked, flipping her fur and then pointing to Root.
"I think he's ok." Sierra replied. Root's body rose and fell with a breath. The two girls shrugged.
"Yeah." they agreed simultaneously.When Seven hits Sierra with an imaginary racket ^ Art by mePersonality
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