Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
"Yeah... Let's hope the teacher actually shows up on time." Trinity said with a small groan.
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Fantasy Nyxfield School for the Darkened Souls (FallingFire & Calisto)
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AtlasTheShapeless
Whovian!
"Yep... race to the class!" J'zar would say, as he sprint towards the history classroom.
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
"That's not fair!" Trinity whined as she ran after him.
AtlasTheShapeless
Whovian!
J'zar would reach the class door and turn, waiting for Trinity.
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
Trinity finally caught up to J'zar, panting only a bit.
AtlasTheShapeless
Whovian!
J'zar would manage to hold her hands, kissing her, but pulling it away quickly.
"Lets go in..." He smile.
"Lets go in..." He smile.
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
"Ugh. I hate history." Trinity muttered as they walked into the semi-full, rowdy classroom.
AtlasTheShapeless
Whovian!
"Same..." J'zar mumble.to himself.
(Shiut... Gtg... homewooooooooork)
(Shiut... Gtg... homewooooooooork)
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
Trinity sat down at a desk next to Jasmine.
"So. Who's the teacher?" She asked
"So. Who's the teacher?" She asked
Ruler Of The Maniae
~Hetalia-Trash~
"I dunno. . ." Jasmine replied. "I hope this one doesn't skip class, or I will, all year," she added.
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
"Me?" Trinity asked? "Or the teacher?"
Ruler Of The Maniae
~Hetalia-Trash~
"The teacher. . ." said Jasmine, staring at the board.
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
"True..." Trinity muttered.
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
Trinity tapped her pencil against her desk, then eventually got bored, so she flicked it a balled up piece of paper at the back of some boys head.
Ruler Of The Maniae
~Hetalia-Trash~
"What the hell is wrong with the teachers here?" Jasmine muttered. The door swung open, and a skinny lady walked in. She was deathly pale, and her fragile bones stuck out through her skin. The woman was frightening. "Holy shit. . ." Jasmine murmured.
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
"Yeah, really..." Trinity murmured. "She looks like she just crawled back from a dirt nap to come teach us..."
Ruler Of The Maniae
~Hetalia-Trash~
The woman began to talk, her voice drowsy and slow. She didn't seem to care that half the class had fallen asleep. Before long, Jasmine's eyelids began to sag, sleep grasping her body.
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
Trinity tried incredibly hard to stay awake.
She looked over and saw Jazz looking like she was a couple of words away from passing out.
Luckily, before the half-dead teacher could continue, the bell rang, waking up the class out of their sleep.
"Thank god!" Trinity said, walking out of the classroom.
"Let's see here, what's next..."
She looked over and saw Jazz looking like she was a couple of words away from passing out.
Luckily, before the half-dead teacher could continue, the bell rang, waking up the class out of their sleep.
"Thank god!" Trinity said, walking out of the classroom.
"Let's see here, what's next..."
RuthlessKiller
Killer
Drake walked into history class, after finding the potions room empty. He gaped at the teacher as he sat down next to Jasmine. Unpacking his bags, his eyes never left the teacher. The bell rang, and Drake repacked, his eyes still on the teacher. Whilst everyone left, the teacher turned to return Drake's stares. Then she smiled. A creepy, undead, stalker smile that usually leads to death.
Ruler Of The Maniae
~Hetalia-Trash~
Jasmine left as soon as possible. She didn't see Drake, so she walked alongside Trinity. "Hey. what do we have next?" she asked, growing bored.
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
"Luckily, a free period." Trinity replied with a sigh of relief.
***
Dylan woke up with a pounding headache.
"Bloody hell, what happened?" He asked, rubbing his head. Gingerly, he touched his cheek. It hurt, bad.
"But how did it happen?" He muttere to himself.
He stumbled over to a fellow hero.
"What's the next class?" He asked.
The student replied that it was casting spells.
"Thanks." Dylan said, grabbing his bag and walking/stumbling to his next class.
***
Dylan woke up with a pounding headache.
"Bloody hell, what happened?" He asked, rubbing his head. Gingerly, he touched his cheek. It hurt, bad.
"But how did it happen?" He muttere to himself.
He stumbled over to a fellow hero.
"What's the next class?" He asked.
The student replied that it was casting spells.
"Thanks." Dylan said, grabbing his bag and walking/stumbling to his next class.
Ruler Of The Maniae
~Hetalia-Trash~
~ Jasmine
Jasmine sighed with relief. "Thank the gods. . ." she muttered. Sprinting back up to her dorm, Jazz wondered where Lynx was. She rummaged through her backpack, pulling a small bag of Doritos from the second pocket. She opened them and sat lazily on the bed.
~ Reyna
Reyna silently thanked the Roman gods that class was over. They had finished their first two classes, History of Heroes, and Weapon Making. They now had Casting Spells to look forward to. Her eyes hurt from being held open, because the teachers here were boring, lazy, and made them read out of textbooks. Weapon making was fun. . . except it was sultry. The class smelled like sweat, and the pretty girls were crying the whole time. Reyna wasn't a pretty girl, she was a tomboy.
((I'm doing the 'Heroes of Olympus' Reyna character. . . Heeheehee))
Jasmine sighed with relief. "Thank the gods. . ." she muttered. Sprinting back up to her dorm, Jazz wondered where Lynx was. She rummaged through her backpack, pulling a small bag of Doritos from the second pocket. She opened them and sat lazily on the bed.
~ Reyna
Reyna silently thanked the Roman gods that class was over. They had finished their first two classes, History of Heroes, and Weapon Making. They now had Casting Spells to look forward to. Her eyes hurt from being held open, because the teachers here were boring, lazy, and made them read out of textbooks. Weapon making was fun. . . except it was sultry. The class smelled like sweat, and the pretty girls were crying the whole time. Reyna wasn't a pretty girl, she was a tomboy.
((I'm doing the 'Heroes of Olympus' Reyna character. . . Heeheehee))
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
Dylan looked around the classroom in which weapon making was held.
Most of the girls were crying, but there's was one who was not.
"Hi, I'm Dylan. I just wanted to say I applaud you for not crying like the other girls." He said quietly, holding his hand out to the girl.
Most of the girls were crying, but there's was one who was not.
"Hi, I'm Dylan. I just wanted to say I applaud you for not crying like the other girls." He said quietly, holding his hand out to the girl.
Ruler Of The Maniae
~Hetalia-Trash~
"Thanks," said Reyna. "I'm not like. . . these girl," she added. She sat down at the back of the class. "I'm Reyna, who're you?"
Jennifer Marie
"Come along, Pond."
"Dylan. You might've stepped over my unconscious body on your way to class." He said with a chuck.
