Berichu
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Introduction:
It was the spring of a new school term. Clumsy juniors were pouring into the campus, glossy eyed and rosy cheeked, fresh with the expectation of a rose-coloured high school life. Thankfully, it was the kind of day that postcard photographers would pay for. Puffy, puppy-dog clouds were cruising slowly across a blue sky. Big City haze, fog, air pollution swept out of the present atmosphere straight down a stretch of highway that hints endless summer, carried on the wind, which brushed hints while it pushed across unmowed roadside pastures. The spring breeze was twisting through air that morning and it casually grazed the ankles of the students as it brushed past. One amazing thing though, the girls that hung around managed to never feel it, no matter how cold the wind or how short their skirt. It twined around their heels and dove into a pile of leaves, rustling and twirling them. The stray leafs danced and paraded down the cobble stone walkway, always falling in the way of cars, and feet, breaking and splitting into where the breeze had left them before.
Breakdown:
We’re focusing on the junior class of 1-B and their interactions between one another. The driving force of the story will be intertwining romantic connections, more or less, a very complicated love triangle. We will begin after the schools opening ceremony, where the students are starting to become situated among their peers.
Seeking one more female!
It was the spring of a new school term. Clumsy juniors were pouring into the campus, glossy eyed and rosy cheeked, fresh with the expectation of a rose-coloured high school life. Thankfully, it was the kind of day that postcard photographers would pay for. Puffy, puppy-dog clouds were cruising slowly across a blue sky. Big City haze, fog, air pollution swept out of the present atmosphere straight down a stretch of highway that hints endless summer, carried on the wind, which brushed hints while it pushed across unmowed roadside pastures. The spring breeze was twisting through air that morning and it casually grazed the ankles of the students as it brushed past. One amazing thing though, the girls that hung around managed to never feel it, no matter how cold the wind or how short their skirt. It twined around their heels and dove into a pile of leaves, rustling and twirling them. The stray leafs danced and paraded down the cobble stone walkway, always falling in the way of cars, and feet, breaking and splitting into where the breeze had left them before.
Breakdown:
We’re focusing on the junior class of 1-B and their interactions between one another. The driving force of the story will be intertwining romantic connections, more or less, a very complicated love triangle. We will begin after the schools opening ceremony, where the students are starting to become situated among their peers.
Seeking one more female!
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