Lies of the Beautiful People

what Michael was thinking: "i swear this is the last time i let Connor choose the shampoo, this s**t itches!... oh crap i left my electric blanket on last night!"


he put the mentos back in his pocket then nodded again to Toni with a look like "is it good?"


the goth girl slumped back to her chair, the teacher looked up


"Miss Antonia, you are next, honey"


she scowled at Michael, she saw Michael as a bad influence.
 
Antonia looked up. "Yes, ma'am," she said, and gathered her notebook. She looked at Michael. "Si, bien. Thank you," she said with a smile, and walked up to the frongt of the room and cleared her throat. She stated the poem once in Spanish, then in English.


"Frágiles alas y un


posición delicada


Vuelo tímido y


caras de colores


Dicen que la curiosidad mata al escurridizo


mal


Brillantez mata a la bella


Derecho, digo


A la muerte común que


Expresa el terrible shock


de que ocurra


Por primera vez


A la muerte acuosa


Cuerpos envueltos en tela


Un árbol convertido en un marcador de la tumba


A ti, mi amigo, le deseo dulce paz de la mente"


Fragile wings and a


Delicate posture


Timid flight and


Colorful facesThey say curiosity kills the sneaky


Wrong


Brilliance kills the beautiful


Right, I say


A common death that


Expresses the terrible shock


Of happening


For the first time


A watery death


Bodies wrapped in cloth


A tree made into a tomb marker


To you, my friend, I wish you sweet peace of mind"


(I used Google Translator, my own original poem =))
 
"uhh... alright, Antonia dear, you can sit down"


as she was returning to her seat, Michael gave her 2 thumbs up.


after she sat down, one of the rich-boys got up, he started a poem about his dad's mansion, or his hair or some bollocks.
 
Antonia sat down and put her notebook on her desk. She wondered if anyone would understand the poem - that one was special. She looked at the boy reciting his poem, and could hardly understand any of it. Man-si-on....She shook her head and pretended to pay attention as she stared at the board, dozing off into a daydream.
 
"Gutair, that's cool. What kind of music do you sing?" Emory asked, ignoring Connor. She was still upset that he had the nerve to hit on her, like that! I know Emory sounds like the kind of girl that will go out with a guy only if they are good looking and does not care about what is on the inside, but that wasn't Emory at all. Not that she didn't care about looks at all, but they were not her main focuse. She wanted someone who would bring her roses just because and someone she could talk to and relate to and someone she trusted so much that she could tell them her secret. Emory was not interested in being someone's arm candy.

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Michael watches as well, this time he was bouncing a coin over his knuckles.


"man... hey Toni, wanna hang out after class?"
 
Name: Yuka Ootani


Age: 17


Personailty: Hot-headed, but mainly tries to keep to herself.


History: An orphaned girl, Yuka cared for both her, and her sister, until her sister was killed in a freak accident. She later found a friend in Miyuki Sugiura, a girl her age who had been trained in martial arts since she was a little girl. Not only has she taught Yuka some fighting skills, she also has been taught how to have grace under fire.


Appearance: View attachment 799


Crush: None...yet. :P


Talent (s) : Knows some fighting, is interested in playing the bass guitar.


Secret (optional) : She can't really shake the feeling that she's responsible for her sister's death...


Other:


 
"Yes, that's be...ah..fun," Toni whispered back to Michael, her cheeks colored a little because she forgot the English word for "fun". That is simply bad English. Antonia shook her head mentally. She'd have to work just a little harder.


~~~


Alex's shy nature kicked in a bit. He hated having conversations with two people. He looked at Emory. "Mostly rock," he replied shortly, then went back to burning I know you ditched, dude into James's forehead.


(Sorry, no muse....>.<)
 
as her cheeks got coloured Michael chuckled a bit, it was kinda cute, this spanish girl blushing like this.
 
Antonia sighed, a little embarassed, at his chuckle. "We can hang around outside, if you want. The, er, weather is nice," she said, hoping to erase her mistake. She opened her notebook and scribbled, in Spanish, Study your English before you sleep, Spanish Princess....


--- Merged Double Post ---


(Torment, please wait to be accepted =))
 
Rose finnally found her way outside of the building. She found a small stone bench in the middle of a courtyard. If she squinted her eyes and tilted her head a little Rose could see into the class windows. The school was huge at least two floors and it most likely had a floor below ground too.
 
(Okay.)


Yuka is seen hanging out beside the dorm-room, looking over her schedule. She listens as the wind blows past her, blowing her hair into her face. She closes her eyes, and brushes it off. She folds her schedule up, and puts it in her pocket. She then, with her eyes still closed, begins to walk a short distance towards the school, feeling the earth under her feet...
 
James could feel Alex's eyes burning into him. He quickly figured Alex was getting at him for ditching. He drops his head down and looks apologetically at Alex. "Okay, okay, I was ditching... Could you please not stare holes in me? I mean, I did come to classes eventually, right?" James makes a light, half-hearted chuckle and opens up his newest song in an audio editing program. It immediately plays out loud, and has a strong classical theme in the music. James suddenly realizes he forgot to plug in his earphones, and starts to fumble through his pockets for them while shutting to cover on his laptop to stop the music. By the time the music finally cuts from the laptop going to sleep, 40 seconds of classical oratorio had played, and James had finally found the earphones. He looked around to see several people looking at him. "Ah, s-s-sorry. I promise it wont happen again."
 
Alex chuckled lightly at his goof of a room mate. "Nah, I wont say anything. Next time, tell me and I'll ditch with you. I am an expert at making up excuses on the spot," he said, and picked his pencil back up. "Song sounds good," he added, scribbling down some sloppy music notes. He would pick up a guitar the second he thought he had a good hook , but the song wasn't picking up as fast as he would like it at all. It was the songs that wrote themselves that were instantly a hit, and always sounded best. This was not one of those songs.
 
"well of course"


Marco glanced up at the clock, he had forgotten what time this class ends, he hoped it was soon


his eyes drifted to the window, outside there was a bird in it's nest, with it's young, he wanted to go out there and set up some protective wire, it was only a matter of time before the juniors got bored and began throwing stones at the nest
 
"Hey! Leave the bird alone!" Yuka calls out to the students, whom were almost about to hurl a stone into the branch. After taunting from the student, she says, "Alright, leave the bird alone, or you'll have me to deal with!"


 
one of the juniors looked at the stone, then the nest, then to Yuka


"alright guys, don't stone the nest..."


instead they began throwing stones at her! and they were good throws too, each stone was big enough to bruise and these guys threw with all their strength.
 
Yuka takes a few hits, before she begins to catch the stones, weakened. Extremely tempted to hurl them back, she drops them. "If you have to rely on throwing pebbles, instead of fists, then why are you afraid to go one-on-one?" She takes an attack stance, unafraid, unwavering...
 
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