(Okay me start now )
(Rey)
"Bye" I say slamming the car door, after grabbing my suitcase and backpack. I walked towards the school. I knew classes had started but who cares. I walked into the school, got my school info than found my way to the dorm.
(Do they have individual rooms in the dorm, or two girlls share one or all in one room?)
[Its all just one big room :X Well, one for you guys, then 3 for other people who are not literally played.]
(So they get a bed and like wall space of something?)
[Its just a big long hall of bunkbeds. But in between each one is like hospital curtains, so you can pull them shut if you want privacy.]
I see a boy kicking dents in everyone's locker, he probobly was the person who wrote graffiti on my locker too.
"Hey! Stop it!" I say, running to the locker.
[LOL. Sorry for slow reply. Im making hot chocolate and eating a cookie and watching a movie. So yeah.]
I dip the brush in the paint and start painting the portrait.
I look in fear. "AH!" I say. Just when I thought this class was going to be good. "Um... Sure," I say. I start to paint a portrait of my mother and father together, my father's arm over my mother's shoulder.
I step away from the locker, and kick the one across from it. "Try to stop me,"
I move infront of the locker he moved to. "Um, please stop! Your damadging property!"
I punched her in the face, causing a nosebleed. "I will not stop."
I cover my face. It hurt alot. "Ow.." I mutter holding back tears.
"What about if someone is crying in their room over this?!" I say, although I doubt anyone will be crying because of this.
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Don't mind me. I'm just putting dents in everyone's doors.
[Crap, I almost called him Collin PDAT XD]
"Excuse me--I will be right back Celestia."
I hurry outside.
I get to Art Class late. I take a seat, embarrassed.
"Hey! Stop it!" I say, running to the locker.
"Hey Ella, I have a question for ya."
"Why?"
I found my bed area, and sat on the bed, not unpacking.
I dip the brush in the paint and start painting the portrait.
"Um... What are we doing?" I ask the Art teacher.
I look in fear. "AH!" I say. Just when I thought this class was going to be good. "Um... Sure," I say. I start to paint a portrait of my mother and father together, my father's arm over my mother's shoulder.
Oh how I miss home.
I punched her in the face, causing a nosebleed. "I will not stop."
"What about if someone is crying in their room over this?!" I say, although I doubt anyone will be crying because of this.
I hear the bell ring and I walk out the door to see Celestia on the floor.
"Woah are you OK!?"