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Realistic or Modern Cleartown High

He sets to work on bending the dragon into shape, calming him down slightly. He twists it and turns it until it resembles the dragons on his ceiling, and then he grabs his small knife and carves into it the features and details. When he finishes with the details he opens a draw and grabs two crystals that were roughly the right side and slots them into the wings. When the light catches them, then pattern and colour spreads around the room. It was a shade of orange, and Nick smiled, all thoughts from earlier gone.
 
Leah sits up quickly in her bed, she had fallen asleep and terrible dreams occurred. There were feathers, and guns, and swings. It all went by so fast, yet it was all dragged out. She gets out of her bed, and walks into the living room to see her grandfather now sitting on the couch watching a movie, an old western with John Wayne in it. She smiles, and walks over to him. "Grampa?" She asks, and he looks up at her. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" He asks, and his face turns to concern when a tear slips from Leah's eye. He pulls her down on the couch with her and wraps his arms around her. "I had a bad dream." She says quietly and he rubs her back. "I'm here, frumos. I'm here."
 
When Nick next looks up, he realises how late it is, and he glances at a small alarm clock on the floor next to his bed from where he had thrown it this morning. Very late indeed. He stands up and stretches, walking into the living area. His mother has fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still playing. He turns the TV off and scoops up his mother, bridal style, carrying her to her own bedroom and laying her on her bed, he covers her with a blanket and leaves the room before making himself some coffee.
 
Nemo looks down. He understood, he just, didn't know what to say. What does someone say to that? Yes? No? Only on Tuesdays? Life was always just so difficult and he didn't know what to do. He sighs and waits for the waitress. "I can pay," he offers.


Reese shrugs. "A know it all?" he asks, smiling. He was obviously amused. Lupa was interesting. He would want her out of the way for his plan though. It's not really that he didn't want to hurt her, because honestly he couldn't care less about that. He just didn't want her interfering.
 
Lupa nodded, "Yeah. A know it all." she agreed. "Or so they say, apparently I have a habit of imparting random facts and acting like I'm better than people. I guess they're right, not that I can help it. I grew up around boys, and if your not tough enough around them, they'd kick your butt and no one would believe you if you said that they had. I'm not particularly violent, though, so I learned how to distract them from wanting to cause me harm. I'm such a wuss." she rambled, putting her notebook in her bag. "But, I shouldn't keep you from your alpha bitching-pardon my French-and I've got homework and a worrisome brother to sooth, so I should go. Before he thinks I've gotten abducted or something. Thanks for the tour today and, well, not getting me involved in the arguments you've got with the other girls. I don't want any part of that."
 
Reese let out a small laugh. "All right." he started the car and backed out of the park, which they had been sitting at for quite sometime. "Just, gladly point me in the right direction and you'll be there." He was somewhat glad that Lupa had demanded to be returned home. He was quite tired from a school's day and just wanted to sleep. But he was somewhat jealous of the fact that she had brothers. Brothers who cared for her deeply, but loved the idea of rough housing. He didn't have any family who cared for him. His mother never asked where he was and that was alright. There was a suitcase full of most of his clothing and hygienically needs right in the backseat of the car. He usually got dressed in the school's locker room, showering and all of that good business. He heaved a small sigh and directed his attention back to Lupa, waiting for her answer.
 
Lupa eyed him nervously, "Promise you wont stalk me?" she asked, then broke out into a smile. "I'm joking. I can walk, you know, my house is just down the street. Pull out of the lot, its the little apartment building painted green at the end of the street. It's truly horrific, the color, I'm sure that it was a wonderful color twenty years ago, but now it looks like dusty mint ice cream, complete with unknown stains on the bricks that might be blood, but are more likely just the color of the bricks underneath the paint. Still, it makes me feel like a badass when I pretend its blood and I'm living in a dangerous place." she said, hugging her bag to her chest. "Sorry for talking your ear off." she added.
 
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Kayleigh shook her head. "We can split it up. I only let my dates pay for me." She winked at Nemo, trying to lighten up the mood. She knew she shouldn't have said anything, but Kay couldn't hold it in. She didn't want to be intrusive or anything. She just wanted to figure Nemo out.


But for now, she decided to let it slide.
 

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