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"Oh.. she seems like a great person"Isabella smiled to Mort before the class continued. Evidently she was a 'nerd' as one could say, she had written down all the instructions and was looking forward in class. Her glasses made her look even cuter and all the more smarter and brilliant. During the class period she would steal various smiles and looks to Mort before sinking her face back into the book, the waves of her red locks tracing along her freckled cheeks.

Various time later the sharp ringing of the bell rose to her ears as she slipped the books into her backpack. Neatly folding out her papers she slipped her book bag over her shoulders and waited for Mort before walking out of the class with him. She was curious about meeting Brooklyn. "Do you think she'll like me?" Isa asked bluntly to Mort as they made their way over to her locker. As she waited for his response she unlocked the code and slipped the book inside only to pull out a math book. A groan spilled from her lips as she slipped the green book into her back pack and closed the locker.



Brooklyn a-lined her way out the door upon the bell ringing. A short huff coming from her as she moved along the now overly crowded hallway. She managed to pull her jacket tighter against her athletic, hour-glass figure and sighed in glee once catching sight of her next room. It was her elective, Art, her most 'beloved' subject. Pressing her figure closer to the wall she avoided the stares for males as she slipped inside, a grin on her face as she hunted for a seat.

Luckily she found one and slipped right into it with one simple motion, her bangs slightly hovering over her pretty emerald-gem colored eyes as she watched the students spill in. So far she didn't know any of them for the record. Idly she pulled out her schedule and let her eyes wander to when they would have lunch. she didn't look up, nor was she planning to do so until she would hear an adult speak.

Zac told about 3 - 4 jokes before the teacher cleared her throat and started class. Zac didn't hear her, so he was still laughing by the time she came up to him. "Zac, would you mind telling the class what's so funny?" she asked sternly. Zac turned around a little surprised. "Uh, nothing" he lied. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes, I'm positive," he said with a look that said 'don't mess with me'. He sat in his seat, slouching slightly. The teacher gave a quiet "hm" before going back to the front of the class and beginning teaching. Zac rolled his eyes at the person behind and next to him. They both laughed quietly. The rest of the class, Zac just stared at the clock, waiting for it to ring again.

Isabella nodded with a brighter smile before pushing her glasses back onto her nose. She wondered why they always seemed to roll down her nose, never staying put. As much as this annoyed her, it only made her seem cuter to a soft eye; adding along the mesmerizing gaze of her light yet real blue eyes was like an icing to the cake. Balancing her strap over her shoulder she tugged on the side of her pink blouse that seemed to make her rich red hair even more darker.

"Okay sounds like a plan to me" She said and followed after Mort into History class before thinking briefly to herself and grinning, glad that she had barely finished the report their teacher had assigned them. She ignored the joke and mock stares a few of the cheerleaders in the front row shot at her. She never did fit in with the popular crowd, it was mainly her way-ward nerdy look, but she didn't care. Passing them a bright smile she searched for her seat.



Brooklyn had sunk a bit further into her seat before the teacher's voice broke her concentration. Blinking sourly she sat upright again before watching a boy sit next to her, still she hadn't noted who it was. She watched a blonde girl upfront quickly begin drawing and sighed to herself before the teacher walked up the tho boy next to her and hand him his picture. She then looked to Brooklyn and tapped her fore finger onto her chin before smiling brightly. " You will draw a childhood memory, hows that?" Brooklyn could only nod before the teacher walked off, the thudding of their footsteps resounding against her ear drums.

Slowly looking over her utensils she picked out the thinnest pencil and slowly began to sketch out the side of a cliff. Working slowly she began edging the rocky ledge, adding the lines of where the sun's gleam would appear. As time drew onward more bits of the forest behind it was visible then the outline of the coast line, waves crashing against the rocky ledge. She leaned back, slowly nibbling on her full bottom lip as she narrowed her pretty sharp green eyes. Stroking the pencil along the frame of a wolf on the cliff, it was over looking the rocky coast, the sun dipping behind the outline of the water's edge. This time she pickled the charcoals and slowly outlined in sharp golden and orange the haze of the sharp dipping sunlight, then the greenery of the forest.

Around 30 minutes later she looked at her outcome. It was almost professional, especially the sharp coloration of the wolf in the distance and the rolling waves. Brooklyn made extra sure she had the color of the wolf's pelt correct, it could be said it was the main focal point of her master piece." Six years of training sure paid off.." Brooklyn told herself, reminiscing on the countless hours of her Advance placement art classes in an Art Academy back in New York. She tilted her head some and smiled brightly before looking over to the boy besides her. Now she noticed it was Conner and felt a brush creep over her cheeks but she kept it well hidden from the boy's view. Slowly she leaned over to him, nudging her shoulder against his to catch his attention before speaking in a soft, quiet whisper. "What do you think?" She asked him with a small smile, looking from his rather handsome-in-a-lazy-way face to her drawing.

Zac kept his eyes on the clock. The seconds were ticking by faster and faster now. He looked back at the teacher for a minute. All her words were a blur now. He remembered a couple here and there, but nothing she was saying was really catching his attention. She kept ranting on and on about how important it was to have good grammar on essays. By the end of class, Zac was about ready to fall asleep. But just then, the bell rang once more. His face turned excited now as he headed to his next class. "Don't forget to do you're 5 page essays!" the teacher called out as all the kids fled the classroom. Zac puffed as he heard her words. "5 page essay? What kinda pointless junk is that?" he asked himself. He headed for his locker, and when he got to it, he picked out his books for the next class.

ooc:// Can someone else make the bell ring or something? Because I don't wanna make it ring all the time XD

Connor waved back to Bridgete and forced a smile before he attempted to draw. He managed the outline of his face and sketched in some details… but he didn‘t get far before he about gave up completely. That was when he felt the brush against his shoulder. “Hmm?” He turned to Brooklyn who held up her picture and asked his opinion. He looked at the background, colors, and the wolf. It was… he couldn‘t think of anything but; “It‘s amazing.” but even in his head he felt his comment didn‘t do it justice. “Why a wolf?” he wondered out loud.
But it wasn‘t long after he asked that the bell rang once more. He rose and waited for her to answer his question as he grabbed his lame sketch.

Mort was disappointed at how fast his class went. The bell seemed to ring just as soon as he sat down, even though his notebook contained about five pages front and back of notes. On the bright side they were really close to lunch now…

OOC: bad post from me today… Hunter has us going rather fast paced though (not that I‘m complaining, I‘m looking forward to lunch too).

Isabella evil-eyed the clock as she heard the shrill ringing in the air. Mumbling a few things under her breath she began to pack up, zipping her back pack closed and slipping the loose over her shoulder. She completely ignored the jokes said about her sharply contrasting red hair ad how she had split ends. A sad sigh seemed to lift it's way from her lungs as she took a few locks of her hair between her fingers, staring idly at the ends; they weren't split.. just not as good as the cheerleaders. She searched for her locker, 'One more class to go' She said to herself upon pressing her had against the color metallic locker door.

She hadn't noticed that 2 cheerleaders had followed her as she began to unpack her stuff. She was to busy thinking ahead before hearing a sneered chuckle from the blond one before feeling her entire body being pushed forward. Luckily she had her hand out before her to catch her impulse, her cheek ramming onto the bottom shelf of her own locker. The impact made a cut along the curvature of her jaw. A sharp grunt left her voice as she managed to turn around with soft yet sad eyes before a taller, fresher faced girl made her way over to them. She figured she was going to either bully her as well so she just shut her eyes and got ready for what was to come.



The bell seemed to sink into her ear but not before Conner's compliment on her picture. Gathering her things she stood up and looked back to it; the teacher had told them to leave it on the drawing boards to let them air and dry out. Glancing to him she smiled before responding; completely forgetting about his necklace in her pocket. "Honestly.. I don't know.. I feel.. different about them.." She told him truthfully as they walked out from the art classroom. Now she hoped he didn't think that what she told him was weird and decided to finalize her objection. "It was a dream I had... best time of my life.. in a dream.. pretty pathetic huh?"

Before she let a chuckle bloom from her lips she looked up ahead, various red curls caught her attention before seeing the smaller girl get pushed against her own locker. A short growl seemed to burn on the bottom of her throat as she mumbled a few words while still standing by Conner. The mockery and bullying had been with her most of her life so she shared the girl's pain. "Excuse me..." She told Connor. Taking matters into her own hands she walked over, standing a good few inches over the junior Varsity cheerleaders and glared down at them. Suddenly she gripped the one girl that pushed her arm's and pinning it against her back, pressing her against the lockers besides.

"Apologize and get your useless self out of my presence" Brooklyn's grip was harder then the girl's struggles as she grunted before nodding her head; Brook's voice was deep and seemed to slither it's way to the girl like cobra-like poison before letting the smaller girl go. Hands on her hips the two cheerleaders apologized to the red-head before quickly moving away. Huffing under her breath Brooklyn turned to face the younger girl with a smile and slow dip of her chin. "They won't bother you anymore.. I was just so used to it back home.. I tend to act on it when i see it" She spoke coolly and full of confidence before leaning down to get some books from the her, helping her put them away. "Oh my name's Brooklyn by the way " She added with a smile.

ooc:// I'm sorry, I can't help it. I wanna get to lunch xD I'll try and go slower, I promise. ^^

ooc- Ok Faye, it's ok, I'll make these guys wait. *throws the rest of you a meaningful glance* And you guys need to slow down for real! Come on, a few posts, and it's suddenly lunch?

Skye smiled at Lark, toning out the teacher, who was droning on and on about the war of 1912. "Yeah, me again," she said, doodling absently on a page. It looked pretty good too, not sloppy like usual. She turned back to the paper, erasing and fixing a few things, when the bell rang. The insistent, shrill noise continued, and the class got up. She pushed in her chair and grabbed her stuff.

The room was full of the sounds of chairs scraping, and paper rustling. Not waiting for Lark, she headed for her locker. SHe saw it, and entered the familiar combination. She opened it, letting the books slide out of her arms and slip into her lockers with a dull, kinda metallic thud. She grabbed a $10 bill, and headed down to the cafeteria.

{Ooc: i wasn't rushing i was just going with the flow. Also, for punish ment.. *Evilly laughs* maybe we should wait for second lunch? and also to wait for fayster?}

Bridgete sighed. "Finally in the mood to paint, always getting cut off!" she sighed angerly. she packed everything up and brought her painting to the teacher in the pile. as she walked out she head the teacher cheerful voice. "Bridgette!" she yelled. she moaned and walked back in "yes?" she asked. "Very good, i like how you edited it and put the rose and daiseys. Very well done!" she commented. "Umm, thanks?" she sighed she didn't take complaments well.

Lark busted out of his seat. He ran out the door and Swiftly Put in his locker combanation. he opened it and put everthing in and grabbed his money. he slammed the door closed and as he walked to the lunch room/ cafateria he counted his change. he had a 5 dallor bill with 3 twonies and a loonie. "Twelve bucks. Eh, good enough!" he mumbled to himself.

ooc- yes, everyone who hasnt posted after this(except for northern, who just posted) can do ONE more post, then it is PAUSED!

OOC: Hm… I thought there was one more class before lunch. Guess you just made it lunch time, Woflover :3
I blame you by the way for making such an awesome RP and expecting us to slow down! Lolz, but it sounds fair to me. I won’t be able to get on much this week anyway, and I should really catch up more on my other RP I’m in.

And I really try to slow for you guys. Sometimes though, Faye and I get in a little side story, and we have to post more like replies to questions and stuff just to keep up with you.

Basically, I agree with all that Northern said. …except maybe that punishment bit about waiting until the second lunch… that’s inhumane torcher is what that is! XD

Mort started to follow Izzy out of the classroom, but didn’t get very far when they were cut off by cheerleaders. Vicious senior year cheerleaders. They shoved Izzy against her locker, Mort stricken with fear when he saw her head starting to bleed. He stepped forward, about to attempt stopping them, when a few more cheerleaders drug him away to an open locker. “Let me go!” He shouted at them along with some other nasty comments. They just laughed maliciously and slammed him against the wall of the locker. They closed the door on his face with a loud ‘CLANG!’ and walked away, laughing still as they went.

He tried to look through the slats in the locker and listen to what they were doing, but it was no use. They drug him to far, and he couldn‘t tell a thing. He started banging on the locker and shouting for some one to let him out. Hoping he‘d be heard…

Connor started to think about dreams, and respond to Brooklyn, when the noise from a girl being slammed against lockers got their attention. Soon he found himself staring at the scene blankly. ‘What just happened?’ he wondered. Cheerleaders were always a pathetic crowd that picked on the younger and smaller girls just because they could. Others had the ability to stand up to them, but none did. Mostly because they were never there to see it, unless they were jocks. He himself just witnessed them for the first time. He hadn‘t considered what to do about it, before Brooklyn took matters into her own hands.

After things calmed down again, he started striding over to them. He recognized the girl as Mort‘s friend Isabella. “Where‘s…” he started to ask about Mort, who was always hanging with her between classes since they had about all of them together. He knew where he’d find him though. Same place he about always did before lunch…

After turning down two halls and passing several classrooms, he heard a loud banging on metal and slightly muffled shouting. He followed it, to find the voice belonging to Mort, and stuffed inside a locker. “Should I ask?” Connor wondered out loud peering into it through the small slats.

“Connor! Thank heaven! Can you please let me out?” Mort‘s pleading brown eyes met his own when the light caught his face in the small dark space.

Connor sighed. “Like you should ask.” he stated grabbing the lock. He knew Mort’s combination for having to get him out of his locker before, but this locker wasn't Mort's. He undid the ’Linkin Park’ pin that was on his bag and used the fine sharp point to pick the lock. Every time he let the smaller boy out, he was a little more grateful that the jocks kept their distance from him, and if they didn‘t it wouldn’t matter for he wouldn‘t fit in any lockers anyway.

Mort leaned on the door and rose on his toes to see through the slats at what Connor was doing. That would be when the door gave with a creak when the senior let him out. Falling face first into Connor‘s chest, Mort struggled to regain balance and get his eyes adjusted to the bright light once more. "Ouch..."

Connor picked him up by the back of his jacket and set him down on his feet with an annoyed expression on his face. “Jocks again?”

“I wish. I might still have some dignity then…” he looked at his feet shamefully before sighing, “cheerleaders.”

Connor wanted to hit him. “That’s sad.” He started to walk away.

Mort ran after him. “It‘s not MY fault they‘re bigger than me too! Come on, Con! Wait up! Con!” Then a sudden thought hit him. “Wait, have you seen Izzy? She was in trouble!”

Connor stopped and turned to him. “Your girlfriend?”

Mort turned slightly red. “She‘s not really… that‘s besides the point!”

Connor just raised an eyebrow. “Yes. She’s fine. You have Brooklyn to thank for that.” He gestured back towards the art room where he‘d just come from, and Mort ran after them. Connor walked calmly after him.