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Post by Aero Elise Knight on Aug 3, 2009 14:27:35 GMT -5
Aero Elise Knight
------------ [/font][/size][/center] Aero sat quietly on a bench flipping through her History book, a bored look on her face. A cool breeze blew by, chilling the evening air. She glanced up from her book, hearing footsteps nearby that quickly faded into the opposite direction. Why did they have to make History so boring? she asked herself in her head, hating the idea of having to take a test the following Monday. She sighed quietly and went back to reading her book, annoyed that she was stuck her studying instead of going to a party like she generally would have been on a nice Friday evening like this.
She wore a black tank top with dark denim jeans and grey Puma sneakers, looking like she generally did, an emo/punk crossover. A strand raven of colored hair fell into her face, and she didn't even bother to move it, instead twirling it around her fingers absent mindedly while continuing to read the boring chapter.
She trickling of the huge stone lion fountain was the only current noise in the area, proving to Aero that for now, she was alone. That everyone else was gone and she was the only one that cared enough to study for the stupid test out of her friends. Which normally she wouldn't care either, but the History teacher already hated her and she figured she didn't need to flunk a class just because she didn't study. She sighed again, still bored, but forcing herself to read the rest of the chapter. Almost wanting someone to come and talk to her.
She blinked her stormy grey eyes, casting a quick glance around the fountain area before going back to her book, still bored. She turned the page of her book slowly, contemplating what kind of significance from the past would be printed on it's boring white pages...
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Post by Mollie Elanor Zombie ';;* on Aug 3, 2009 14:51:03 GMT -5
Mollie Elanor Zombie';;*!
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Mollie sat by a tree, a tree that had no significance in her life, only that it was there, and she was sat under it. A sigh left her lips, looking around the grounds with a look of distaste, it was more clinical than educational in her opinion. But then, when did her opinion ever matter? Clearly never to her art teacher. Mollie relived the argument in her head, as they both debated the significance of insanity in art. The teacher, disagreed. But after looking at Mollie's personal sketch book, it was striaght off to the support rooms with a note deeming her mad. Mollie shook her head, anger gnawing at her insides as she looked at her art. Tainted by heartbreak and let downs, it wasn't exactly her fault she was never a settled child.
Through her sun glasses the school looked darker, how it would do back home in England. But no. White wash walls and perfectly cut grass made her want to rip her hair out. Standing up, Mollie looked around, brushing herself off. Her emrald fringe fell down infront of her face, causing a momentary vision impedamant. With the clip between her teeth she repositioned the locks, then picking up her school books she began to walk towards the fountain. Somewhere Mollie felt accepted, where her "clique" hung out. Oh how it made her laugh. The royals...just thinking about them made her skin crawl. Clearly, she wasnt the most favoured person at St Marks; a rich background, clipped english accent and odd clothing taste had left her pushed aside from the "royals" and into the "royal haters". Oh it was all fun and games here...
Stopping in her tracks, Mollie saw that someone was sat in her favourite place. The bench was big enough for the both of them. The only problem was, biopeds of the same sex as Mollie always seemed to annoy her. And here, was a bioped of the same sex. Slyly, Mollie viewed the book the girl held in her hand. History. Mollie had taken history, however, she'd never met the girl before in her life. she seized the moment by the ankles and kicked it. History...all I'm going to say is...sucks to be us. words were fluent and almost...beautiful. Bodice lowered beside the ebony haired girl, eyes remaining on her art book as she began to sketch yet another distorted image. Call her crazy, but she loved it.
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Post by Aero Elise Knight on Aug 3, 2009 16:08:41 GMT -5
Aero Elise Knight
------------ [/font][/size][/center]Aero Aero's mind drifted off as she read through her book, she sighed yet again, amazed by how dull History was. Suddenly footsteps registered in her mind, barely audible over the trickling noise of the fountain. She glanced up, her sharp grey eyes falling on a girl, about her age.
The other girl spoke with a sharp English accent, unlike her own accent, which was pure American, it's dialect, not really southern, but nothing like a New Yorker's speech, it had a sharp, cutting edge, Much like her personality. "Hmm yes, it does suck to be us... she muttered in response as the other girl sat down beside her. She looked back down to her book, flipping it's page again with her slender tanned arm. She continued reading, pretty much ignoring the other girl.
She read about how Benjamin Franklin invented the lighting rod. ...And I've known that since third grade I do belive... she thought, glaring at the dull book as if it were ruining her life. She flipped her black hair out of her eyes, just wanting to finish reading the idiotic chapter and leave. Her thoughts wondered again, leaving her wishing she was back in Miami, but knowing that wouldn't happen until summer. She wondered why there couldn't be warm beaches in New York that you could actually surf at, thinking the point of cold, rocky waters was pointless if you couldn't do anything fun in them.
The cool, uninviting breeze blew by again, blowing her black hair around. She brushed it our of her face, semi-annoyed at the wind. She looked up from her book again, the opposite way of the girl beside her, toward the city, it towering sky-scrapers, similar to Miami's. But fog shrouded around them, something rare in her home city, making them look foreboding. She frowned slightly, wondering why she ever agreed to come here...
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