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As she was a good five feet away from the class, she heard a subsitute talking. "Oh, sh*t. Guess that girl isn't coming with me," she said to herself. Figures. That's what every person does. They say they want to come, and then they chicken out. It's pathetic.
Yawning, she walked out of the school from a side exit, and stumbled on the sidewalk. Zoya saw the window where she was supposed to be in class, and she saw the chicken girl sitting like a total perfect student. Spitting on the ground, she shook her head and lazily walked. She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care either. ![]() my name is Allie, and im 13 years old. i wish to write something that moves people. makes them cry, or makes them horrified, or makes them laugh. and after i do that, i wish to die young, in a tragic accident. so when people read my writing, they can say, "oh yes. this girl is the one that died. it was such a sad thing. pity we can't read any more of her stories." and my collectables, my journals, my skirts and jeans will be so expensive, even bill gates couldn't buy them. and i'll be smiling, as i haunt some stupid people in ghost form, because i will become a ghost. |
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Mei had completely zoned out on everything that was going on. All that was happening became a blur. All she knew was that there was a subsitute standing at the door and a funny looking girl dressed in boots just left. Mei sat there for a few minutes trying to recall her name. After all, she knew everyone's name except for hers. The name finally popped in her head... Zoya. Mei remembered the first time she heard the name Zoya. At the time, she didn't even believe that the person existed because she didn't even know people as rebellious as her even walked the earth. But then there wouldn't be robberies and terrorism and such. Mei finally snapped back to the present.
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Carmen let out a small laugh.
"She was our substitute, you guys" She announced to the class. She slid from her chair and rested her curvy hispanic end on her desk. "What are we going to do now?" ![]() <center>myspace? Perfection is nothing but a hidden mistake photohgraphs: [1] [2][3] http://img182.echo.cx/img182/2434/th...oleplay9zd.gif sundark-- a poem by me</center> |
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*OoC: well... i decided that i wanted to change my character and not be a substitute. hehe. i'm gonna be a student now..*
Liz-Anne was always such a good girl in elementary. Liz thought to herself. Whatever happened to that girl? High school happened. It changed her life. She got sick of being that good girl, that perfect little angel. No one could be as perfect as her parents wanted her to be. It was totally impossible. She hated that life that her parents tried to plan for her. So she had told them. They let her have own life, let her see that having someone control her life is better than her ruining all her chances at having one. That's what they had said. That's what he had said. And she had told him, I'm not going to ruin my life. I'm going to have my own perfect life, the way i want it. No one can stop me. As Liz danced down the hall to her first class, AP Chem, listening to her mp3 player, she noticed that the hall seemed so loud. It was unusual, the halls are always quiet on the first day of school. Well, it wouldn't spoil her mood. She was too happy. When Liz rounded the corner, she stopped. She noticed that the noise was coming from her class. Whoa, she thought, still moving to the beat of the song, what is up with all the noise? My mp3 player is up at full blast and i can still hear them. I can tell that this is going to be one wild class. She smiled at a couple of cute guys standing just inside the classroom door as she danced to the doorway, and took one earphone out of her ear. "Hey," Liz said to no one in particular. "What's going on?" |
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(Carmen and Liz friends?)
Carmen looked up at Liz, she looked like she was having a good time so far, "Our teacher is gone, and our sub ditched us" Carmen said, "We have the classroom to ourselves." ![]() <center>myspace? Perfection is nothing but a hidden mistake photohgraphs: [1] [2][3] http://img182.echo.cx/img182/2434/th...oleplay9zd.gif sundark-- a poem by me</center> |
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(Carmen and Liz friends?)
Carmen looked up at Liz, she looked like she was having a good time so far, "Our teacher is gone, and our sub ditched us" Carmen said, "We have the classroom to ourselves." (I'm drawing a blank...) ![]() <center>myspace? Perfection is nothing but a hidden mistake photohgraphs: [1] [2][3] http://img182.echo.cx/img182/2434/th...oleplay9zd.gif sundark-- a poem by me</center> |
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"Hey Carma," Liz says as she goes and sits down cross-legged on the floor next to Carmen's desk. "We have the classroom to ourselves. Sounds like fun."
Liz takes her backpack off and puts it in her lap to unzip it. She turns off her mp3 player and puts it in the big pocket of her backpack. She closes her bag and puts it on the floor. She stands up suddenly and bonks her head on a desk. "Oops. Owwie. That hurt," she said, still smiling, and now slipping to the floor. "Oh. i forgot what i was going to say now," She said in a confused voice. "Uhhmm. Something.. something.." She mumbles, once again sitting on the floor. "Ah yes. We should have a party until the next class starts. I feel like dancing!" Liz gets up, carfully this time, and starts to hunt for a radio or cd player or just something that plays music. i need to get all this energy out. i feel so hyper, she thought to herself. i didn't even have any sugar this morning. Come to think of it, i never even ate breakfast this morning! Like i ever do anyway.. She stopped in the front of the classroom, slightly frowning. everyone always says i look like a stick. they say i don't eat enough. Liz looks down at herself. She's wearing an over-sized gray sweater that practically covered her knees, a plain black tank top underneath, shredding jeans shorts, (not that you can see them under the sweater..) short white socks, and white tennis shoes. people say that i'm such a tomboy. well, so what if i am. She looks up and smiles. i want to dance. |
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"You okay?" Carmen asked, then replied "Yeah, just not too loud. We don't want too much trouble." A smirk landed on her face when she said that, but it was traded in for a smile. Carmen loved mischeif, well, mostly.
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"Huh?" Liz was so lost right now, her smile replaced with confusion. She was staring into space, or at least at the back of the room. What's going on? She thought, then looks at Carmen. Oh yeah, music. Liz smiles a gigantic smile. She's happy to be with her bestest friend in the whole wide world.
"Yeah," She says to Carmen. "Not too loud. Hmm. Does anyone have a radio?" |
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