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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Mar 22, 2008 17:45:32 GMT -5
Taro made his was slowly but surely up the staircase. He didn't quite understand why there had to be stairs in a school. Why couldn't they just keep it all on on level. Or better, have an elevator. Or perhaps an escalator would be better. It wasn't like the school didn't have enough money to do so.
His English class was the last classroom down the hall. The windows gazed out towards the town nearby. He looked at his watch as he stepped into the classroom. Just on time. he thought as the bell chimed four times before subsiding.
He looked towards the teacher for guidance as to where he was to sit. It was the beginning of a new school year and no doubt the teacher would be putting them in a seat of her choosing.
Miss. Norbat was her name. She was a newer teacher, a few years out of university by the looks of it. She had waist length hair that was straighter than ever, and thing too. She was tall and quite thin. Although her soft, brown, welcoming eyes told him that she was going to be a fun teacher he could see that if she was annoyed in the slightest way there would be no mercy.
Miss. Norbat looked up at Taro, "What's your name sir?" she questioned, smiling pleasantly. "Taro Mizeal." he said. "Alright, you'll sit beside Tyr, over by the window." she told him, pointing to a boy who was indeed next to the window. He seemed a tall male, with sleek black hair. Hopefully he was quiet, for Taro didn't much like the loud ones. He found them to be very disturbing whilst he attempted to learn.
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Post by Tyr X on Mar 24, 2008 11:21:48 GMT -5
The sunlight hit his skin, warming the inside slightly as he waited for the class to begin. His eyes quenched for his birds- his beloveds.
A calm washed over him as he saw Krow land on a branch beside his window. Eyes softened to the sight and a small smile crossed his face.
One could tell he was calm by the smile he gave- small and subtle.
Hidden eyes turned to the front as he saw another boy coming in, instructed to sit beside him.
Tyr, rolled his eyes and moved his books that were resting on the other desk to his.
Glancing out the window, he noticed two more birds had rested beside him.
Could people feel the strange aura around him? The one that attracted Crows and Ravens of all sorts? Or was it his imagination? [/sub]
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Mar 24, 2008 12:46:12 GMT -5
A shrill bell rang through the now nearly empty hallways, students increasing their pace to get to their classes. A set of running footsteps echoed down the hall as each foot hit the linoleum floor. Breathing hard the 17 year old boy turned a sharp corner nearly losing his balance in the process. Luckily one of the generous walls was there to support him as he caught his breath and pushed away some of his dark hair from his face. Another bell rang throughout the school, causing the boy to wince ad groan inwardly. The first day of school and already he was late for his first period class. Way to make a good first impression Cam, he thought to himself cursing the art teacher he had stopped to talk to earlier. It seemed that man could talk for hours on end.
Finally reaching his destination Camillo slowed down in front of a brown door, pausing to catch his breath before entering the classroom. Eyes shot towards the now open door to see the late arrival looking quite sheepish in front of his new classmates. He gave a small wave to no one in particular, grinning as he did so.
A woman cleared her throat to his right, causing him to turn and realize this would be his new first period teacher. She looked annoyed and not very pleased by his late arrival to her class.
“Um, good morning,” he said happily trying to ease the tension between them.
His greeting however was returning with a raised eyebrow and a clicking of the woman’s tongue. “Name?” She asked looking down at the paper in front of her.
“Oh, uh, Davila. Camillo Davila,” came his reply as he stood awkwardly at the front of the class, fingering the strap of his carrier bag.
“Well Mr. Davila, I’m glad you decided to bless us with your presence. I’ll ask you to please not be tardy from now on however. Detentions with me are not…pleasant. Your seat is over there,” she said motioning offhandedly to an empty desk.
Nodding, Camillo walked down the rows of seats and planted himself in the aforementioned desk. Immediately his body twisted in his seat to face the two boys behind him.
“Hey! I’m Camillo, as you probably realized by now. So are you guys…” his words trailed off as he caught sight of a few black birds sitting outside the window he sat beside on a tree branch. “H-hey, what’s with the birds?” He asked, his eyes glued to the black feathered beasts. Their black beady eyes stared back, one of them ruffling its black feathers and tilting its head slightly.
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Mar 24, 2008 18:05:28 GMT -5
Taro made his way to his seat. He caught site of the boy rolling his eyes as he moved his books off of the desk Taro was ordered to sit at. He lowered his eyes, saddened. Already he had annoyed somebody he had never spoken to. “Sorry.” He mumbled, taking a seat beside Tyr. He then laid his head on the desk within his arms.
The door creaked open a few moments after the last bell had rung and in stepped a boy. “Um, good morning,” he said happily to the teacher. Taro shook his head looking up lazily at the boy. Slacking off on the first day was not something one should do if wanting to be on the teachers ‘good side’. However…
He pulled a red sucker from his pocket, ripped the wrapper off of it and plopped it in his mouth, toning out all the noises around him. It sure was a great ability, especially when he would have a headache of some kind. To be able to block out all sounds helped in vast amounts. But when someone is sitting directly in front of you and practically screams at you, well, it can be difficult. “Hey! I’m Camillo, as you probably realized by now. So are you guys…” Said the latecomer. How unfortunate it was that he was placed in front of him. A loud, obnoxious easily amused fool. Or was he just in a sour mood today. Normally he’d be more than happy to great somebody. But today was different.
“H-hey, what’s with the birds?” He asked, his eyes glued to the crows gathering outside the window.
Taro exhaled deeply. His hand reached up, taking the sucker from his mouth and spinning it around by the stick. His eyes slowly drifted upwards, until they made perfect eye contact with the boy ahead of him.
“I suggest you turn around and listen.” He said, pointing a finger at the teacher, “You might miss something of importance.” And the statement was both true and untrue. Usually on the first day the teachers did a little get-to-know-your-classmates activity. But some teachers weren’t like that at all. Hopefully this teacher wasn’t like that.
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Post by Tyr X on Mar 25, 2008 16:02:55 GMT -5
His eyes were drawn back toward the creatures beside him until a familiar ringing entered his ears. He opened his books and grasped the pencil in his right hand- it glided swiftly over the lined paper before him.
He could sense a different aura in the room and flashed his eyes up to the boy who waved to nobody in the front of the class. Does he take pride in taking the student average down?
“Well Mr. Davila, I’m glad you decided to bless us with your presence. I’ll ask you to please not be tardy from now on however. Detentions with me are not…pleasant. Your seat is over there,” she said motioning offhandedly to an empty desk infront of him.
Infront of him! The day had decreased in value 100%
He watched him with a deep loathing to be as outgoing as he. And as he sat, it wasn't a surprise to Tyr that he had twisted around to speak to him.
“Hey! I’m Camillo, as you probably realized by now. So are you guys…” his words trailed off as he caught sight of the crows sitting outside the window he sat beside on a tree branch. “H-hey, what’s with the birds?” He asked, his eyes glued to the black feathered beauties. Their black beady eyes stared back, Krow ruffled his black feathers and tilting his head slightly.
He stared blankly at him, longing and searching for words to say. Taro had saved him from his silent Hell and spoke his words coldly, “I suggest you turn around and listen. “You might miss something of importance.”
Tyr smiled to himself, already he had begun to like the Taro that sat beside him. The Beginning of a beautiful relationship <3 [/sub]
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Mar 29, 2008 15:37:48 GMT -5
A male with white hair came bursting through the door. And by bursting, it was as though the door had been blown open by a gust of wind and in flew a boy, looking terribly sad and troubled. His hands were placed on either side of the doorway as he caught his breath.
As quietly as it was possible for the boy he closed the door and walked up to the teacher. "Sorry I'm late," he said, holding up his hand, "I had to get a bandaid." he pointed to the large bandaid that was black with yellow lightning bolts on it.
The teacher just rolled her eyes, picking up her attendance sheet and stared at the boy in disbelief. Mozzy frowned. Did she not believe him? He could show her the awful cut he had gotten while he was walking down the hall. Unfortunately he had an awful habit of running the back of his hand along the wall as he walked, and there just so happened to be something poking out of the wall. He hadn't seen it and the next thing he new there was a trail of blood along the wall. He'd been thrown into a three minute spasm attack as he stared in horror at the gash he obtained. Until he got the sense to get a bandaid from his locker.
"Your name?" the teacher asked, her cold eyes staring into his with great impatience. "Oh. Right. Heh. Cuyler Zeeby!" he told her with a smile, while her scratched the back of his head nervously, looking about the classroom for anyone he knew. "Terrific. Go sit over by the window." she instructed. Mozzy nodded, making his way to the window, a bright and cheerful smile on his face as he saw his friend Camillo. He waved to Cammy and the other two boys before sitting down.
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Apr 1, 2008 18:00:52 GMT -5
“I suggest you turn around and listen. You might miss something of importance.”
Words. Sounds made by humans. Sounds that were understandable and learned at an early age. Being able to understand one another and communicate, it was a great gift that many took for granted. Now, Camillo realized how much a few simple words did. His heart rate slowed from its panicked beating and his body began to rise in the rhythmic motion of breathing. Blinking a couple times, Camillo managed to regain control and find he was safe in the slightly restless classroom. Cautiously, his hand reached out to the glass that separated him from the outside. His palm rested on the glass for a few seconds before he quickly took it back, the place where his hand had been now slightly foggy. His gaze was still on the sleek black birds, but his eyes were now calm, and had that flicker of his alight once more. He couldn’t help but smirk and stick his tongue out quickly at the birds. That’s right, because they couldn’t touch him when he was inside. He was safe here. And there was no way they could hurt him. Well, unless they all started attacking the window, thus breaking it and allowing them entry and free reign of the entire school.
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No. Stop, those were bad thoughts. Shutting his eyes he turned back to the boys behind him. His therapist had told him to not think bad thoughts. The worst would never happen, no matter how much his mind decided to tell him otherwise. Still, he couldn’t help but look at the birds from the corner of his eye, just in case they tried anything.
“Something of importance? Like what? The same old ‘classroom expectations?’ They say the same thing every year” he said with a groan. “Or maybe I’ll-hey, is that a sucker? I accidentally swallowed a sucker whole once. Well not the stick. The candy thing came off the stick and I swallowed it. It was really painful. I could feel it slowly go down my throat the entire time. I still eat lollies though,” he informed them nodded quickly. “But you really should be careful. You can choke with those things. Son bien peligroso. Then we’d have to take you to the nurse’ to get it out. And between you and me,” pausing Camillo glanced at Tyr and leaned so he was between the two, “And you, the nurse isn’t a very nice lady. I don’t even think she’s qualified for the job. She’s completely crazy and she hates me. I have no idea why she would though. Todos me quieren,,” he said puzzled by why anyone would ever hate him. “She is the devil’s servant sent here to corrupt all our minds and brainwash us all. Ten quidadao,” he said seriously, his voice just below a whisper.
"Sorry I'm late. I had to get a band aid."
That voice. No, it couldn’t be, could it?
"Your name?" There went that annoying voice again.
"Oh. Right. Heh. Cuyler Zeeby!"
Cuyler Zeeby. Slowly Camillo turned around in his seat, now facing the front of the class like everyone else. His eyes immediately fell on the bleach blond haired boy who made his way happily over to where he and the two boys whose names he had yet to learn sat. Cam had to fight hard to not yell across the room at his friend, biting his lip instead to stay quiet.
“Cuyler!” he finally exclaimed, still keeping his voice level to a whisper as his friend sat down. “You wouldn’t believe the crazy day I’ve been having. Oh meet uh, uhm, these guys,” he said waving a hand in Taro and Tyr’s direction. “They haven’t told me their names yet. Actually, he,” Camillo said motioning to Tyr, “Hasn’t said anything yet but-” His sentence broke off as he caught sight of the band-aid on Cuyler’s hand. “Estas bien? Que passo? Quien te hiso ese? Me ves claro?” He asked horror struck that his dear Mozzy was hurt. Though as soon as his panicked questions were out, he immediately knew, by the looks on people’s faces, that he’d used the wrong langue. “Ah, sorry. Rewind. Are you ok? What happened? Who did that to you? Can you see me clearly? Do you understand what I’m saying now?” He asked eyes searching for something else that may be wrong with him.
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Apr 5, 2008 8:44:20 GMT -5
“Something of importance? Like what? The same old ‘classroom expectations?’ They say the same thing every year” he said with a groan. “Or maybe I’ll-hey, is that a sucker? I accidentally swallowed a sucker whole once. Well not the stick. The candy thing came off the stick and I swallowed it. It was really painful. I could feel it slowly go down my throat the entire time. I still eat lollies though,” he informed them nodded quickly. “But you really should be careful. You can choke with those things. Son bien peligroso. Then we’d have to take you to the nurse’ to get it out. And between you and me,” pausing Camillo glanced at Tyr and leaned so he was between the two, “And you, the nurse isn’t a very nice lady. I don’t even think she’s qualified for the job. She’s completely crazy and she hates me. I have no idea why she would though. Todos me quieren,,” he said puzzled by why anyone would ever hate him. “She is the devil’s servant sent here to corrupt all our minds and brainwash us all. Ten quidadao,” he said seriously, his voice just below a whisper.
Taro shook his head at the boy, "That's why you don't swallow it when it comes off the stick. You chew it up. This is why we have teeth." he smiled lightly, "And the nurse, yes, she is quite evil. But I doubt she's here to brainwash us. She could hardly manage to clean up a simple cut, let alone turn our brainds to mush."
There was a sudden opening of the door and in came a male with the brightest colour of blonde hair he had ever seen. Was it bleached? It certainly did seem like it was.
"Sorry I'm late. I had to get a band aid."
"Your name?" The teached called, her facial expression looking no less then annoyed.
"Oh. Right. Heh. Cuyler Zeeby!"
At these words the boy infront of him slowly turned around in his seat, now facing the front of the class like everyone else.
“Cuyler!” he exclaimed as the boy sat down beside the sucker swallowing boy, still keeping his voice level to a whisper . “You wouldn’t believe the crazy day I’ve been having. Oh meet uh, uhm, these guys,” he said waving a hand in his and the boy next to him's direction. “They haven’t told me their names yet. Actually, he,” Camillo said motioning to Tyr, “Hasn’t said anything yet but-
“Estas bien? Que passo? Quien te hiso ese? Me ves claro?” He asked horror struck that his dear Mozzy was hurt. “Ah, sorry. Rewind. Are you ok? What happened? Who did that to you? Can you see me clearly? Do you understand what I’m saying now?” He asked eyes searching for something else that may be wrong with him.
Taro shook his head. Surely the male was fine. It was only a small bandaid. But it was clear that these two were friends. Friends, who, no doubt were a lot alike. Great. Just what he needed. "Sorry, but, Cuyler is it? Is that hair colour natural, or did you bleach it?" he asked, changing the subject at a quick pace. His mood seemed to have changed a bit as well. He was no longer tired and grumpy, but just his usual self.
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Post by Tyr X on Apr 7, 2008 19:41:49 GMT -5
“Something of importance? Like what? The same old ‘classroom expectations?’ They say the same thing every year” he said with a groan. “Or maybe I’ll-hey, is that a sucker? I accidentally swallowed a sucker whole once. Well not the stick. The candy thing came off the stick and I swallowed it. It was really painful. I could feel it slowly go down my throat the entire time. I still eat lollies though,” Camillo informed them nodded quickly. “But you really should be careful. You can choke with those things. Son bien peligroso. Then we’d have to take you to the nurse’ to get it out. And between you and me,” pausing, Camillo glanced at Tyr and leaned so he was between the two, “And you, the nurse isn’t a very nice lady. I don’t even think she’s qualified for the job. She’s completely crazy and she hates me. I have no idea why she would though. Todos me quieren,,” he said puzzled by why anyone would ever hate him. “She is the devil’s servant sent here to corrupt all our minds and brainwash us all. Ten quidadao,” he said seriously, his voice just below a whisper.
Tyr could do nothing, but glare at the boy with hidden eyes. He pressed his lips tightly together and fought the urge to raise his hand and beg for a seat exchange. His fingers tingled with anticipation- luckily, he could easily turn his head and watch the crows while briefly listening to the world pass around him.
Taro spoke next, "That's why you don't swallow it when it comes off the stick. You chew it up. This is why we have teeth. And the nurse, yes, she is quite evil. But I doubt she's here to brainwash us. She could hardly manage to clean up a simple cut, let alone turn our brains to mush."
There was a sudden opening of the door and in came a male- Tyr's head snapped to the right as his eyes flicked up. The hair separated and a small glance of his blood red eyes was up for grabs before he shook his head to allow the hair fall into proper place.
"Sorry I'm late. I had to get a band aid."
"Your name?" The teacher asked, her facial expression looking all but enjoyed.
"Oh. Right. Heh. Cuyler Zeeby!"
At these words Cam slowly turned around in his seat, now facing the front of the class like everyone else.
“Cuyler!” he exclaimed as the boy sat down beside the major annoyance, still keeping his voice level to a whisper . “You wouldn’t believe the crazy day I’ve been having. Oh meet uh, uhm, these guys,” he said waving a hand to his and Taro's direction. “They haven’t told me their names yet. Actually, he,” Camillo said motioning to Tyr, “Hasn’t said anything yet but- Estas bien? Que passo? Quien te hiso ese? Me ves claro?” He asked horror struck that the other was in minor pain. “Ah, sorry. Rewind. Are you ok? What happened? Who did that to you? Can you see me clearly? Do you understand what I’m saying now?” He asked eyes searching for something else that may be wrong with him.
"Sorry, but, Cuyler is it?" Taro started, "Is that hair colour natural, or did you bleach it?"
Tyr could do nothing but stare in horror as his partner in silence was now betrayed the newly formed respect. He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh- forcing all breath out of his lungs until the body could to nothing but inhale deeply. He rested his head on his right palm, the fingers curled beside his cheek.
He began to speak- his voice soft light and innocent like that of a tiny bell. It pierced through the mumbles of students to gain himself the silence he desired: "So please you, may we begin?" [/sub]
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Post by Aly Tail on Apr 8, 2008 13:33:56 GMT -5
Sitting silently at the very back corner of the class was miss Aly Tail. The rest of the room seemed in complete chaos. A mess. Didn't the teacher know that she was in charge? Didn't she know how to keep a class in order? Obviously she did not. For there she was at the front of the class, talking about literature and not a soul was paying any attention. It was a bit ridiculous. She was younger then them too. Maybe she wasn't so fortunate to have skipped a grade. She would have probably done better in her own grade rather than this hectic class.
But then, through all the noise in the classroom came a voice. She had only heard this voice once in her life. It was a soft, innocent voice. Although soft, it pierced through the mumbles of students
"So please you, may we begin?"
Aly ducked her head, resting her chin against her crossed arms. It was the boy she had met in the Alley. The one that had saved her life with his stone and crows. She smiled lightly, though it was hidden behind her arms.
Slowly the class quietened, most of them turning in their seats to see who it was that spoke. Aly frowned, looking up at the clock. There was only a half hour left of class now. "Alright," the teacher said calmly, "I want you all to get into groups of two to four so you can practice the scenes you will show the class. After your group has decided what scene you are doing from Romeo and Juliet." Aly's eyes widened. Acting? Acting acting acting. She couldn't act! Perhaps she could decide on being a side character. One that has just one line. Yes, that could work.
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Post by Alex Hades on Apr 16, 2008 15:01:44 GMT -5
With the movements of his body, and the simple choreography of his classmates around him made his heart jump. It beat simply and he played his guitar simply with beautiful strums.
With his body above the others as he stood and danced on the wooden desk. The teacher partied beside him, kicking the pile of papers to the ground.
It wasn't long until his voice had raised to sing out the tune:
"They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot
They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them No, no, no, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone They paved paradise, and put up a parkin' lot
Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples, Leave me the birds and the bees - please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot Hey now, they've paved paradise to put up a parking lot Why not?
Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door swing, And a big yellow taxi took my girl away Now-"
He awoke with a startle and heard an innocent voice speak above the murmurs of those around him.
"So please you, may we begin?"
"Alright," the teacher said calmly, "I want you all to get into groups of two to four so you can practice the scenes you will show the class. After your group has decided what scene you are doing from Romeo and Juliet."
He smiled happily and twisted his body to look behind him. After all, being at the front of class has it's disadvantages.
"Mozzy! Cam! Be with Scruffles and I?" He held his bear beside him, underneath his left arm. His face was filled with innocence.
That Camillo- he was so beautiful!
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Apr 18, 2008 13:17:53 GMT -5
“So please you, may we begin?"
The voice rang through the classroom and seemed to hush just about every fidgeting student in the class. Including Camillo himself. It wasn’t that he was doing as this guy said, no, it was more because he was shocked. Why on earth would anyone want to get class started? Was this guy crazy? Maybe deranged? Did he actually enjoy classes? He was about to voice his protests at the suggestion of actually starting class, but he was soon over taken by the teachers voice.
"Alright," the teacher said calmly, "I want you all to get into groups of two to four so you can practice the scenes you will show the class. After your group has decided what scene you are doing from Romeo and Juliet."
Group work? Group work! Oh joy! Now this, Cam could very easily go along with. Group projects were the best kind of projects. It always meant a lot of fooling around and procrastination. Though, for this project it would be a lot of improvising and winging it. It wouldn’t be too difficult. Just read some lines and be dramatic. He could do that. He already did that 24/7. Well, except from reading from lines. What he said usually came from within his own twisted little head.
But now he had to find a group. That would be simple enough. He knew enough people, and enough people knew him. His eyes immediately shifted to Cuyler and then to Alex who was sitting at the front of the class. He was so far away! It was sad really. Friends should be able to sit near each other. Maybe they could ask to have the seating arrangement moved a bit.
"Mozzy! Cam! Be with Scruffles and I?"
And there was Alex, his body twisting in his chair to face the two boys. Camillo waved happily at the other. That was easy. He didn’t even need to say anything in for the forming of the group.
“Aleeeex!” He cried frm the his spot, standing up now. unfortunately, the desks were not in two different pieces. No, they were attached. So when Cam stood up quickly, expecting his chair to slide behind him he was met with some..resistance. In the process he fell back down, sitting right back in the chair he had tried to stand up from. For a few seconds, Camillo simply sat, looking slightly perplexed.
He recovered quickly, however, and stood up once again, to continue what it was he was about to do, this time being more cautious so as not to have the same outcome. Now, successfully out of his desk he waved his arms excitedly as he ran to the front of the room, swerving around other desks and students who scrambled to find a group. Upon reaching his destination, Camillo set himself on a desk, legs dangling.
“I win!” He exclaimed, arms thrusting into the air once more, for you see, he had initiated a race between he and Cuyler, and unfortunately, Cuyler was the loser. “And now we’re a group! Mrs. Teacher! We have a group! Alex, Cuyler, Scruffles, and me!” He informed her and then turned back to his group. Truthfully, he knew squat about Romeo and Juliet. Except of course for ‘Romeo, Romeo, where something, something Romeo!’ Shakespeare had never been one of Camillo’s stronger parts of English. All the words and odd phrasing, it was all gibberish to him. But if they had to act a scene out, he supposed that wouldn’t be too bad. As long as someone translated for him what it was exactly he was saying and doing.
“Soooo, que vamos a ser?” He asked swinging his leg sand looking around the rooms were groups were conversing about their own scenes. “Because I don’t really know all that much about Romeo and Juliet. Is there singing? If there’s singing, Alex can sing again! And Mozzy and me can dance!”
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Apr 19, 2008 18:54:17 GMT -5
The teacher seemed to go on and on and on forever about going into group work. Enough already! Let them be with their group! He would definitely be in a group with Camillo. There was no doubting that. Unless, Cam didn't want to be partners with him. But surely he would!
Group work! Group Work! Group Work Groupworkgroupworkgroooouuupwooork! He sang inwardly, his head swaying with the tune he'd made up.
Somebody from the front of the classroom turned in their chair to face the rest of the class. His eyes rest on Cuyler and Camillo. "Mozzy! Cam! Be with Scruffles and I?" Cuyler's eyes widened before his face grinned brightly. He hadn't even noticed his dear friend Alex sitting in the front of the classroom. Alex would have to be in their group too! "Aleeeex!" Came Cammy's overly enthusiastic voice as he attempted to stand. But this attempt was soon shot down as he hadn't realized that the desks were attached. Cuyler muffled a chuckle behind his hand at Camillo. Cuyler looked back over at Alex. How had he missed seeing Alex when he came in. He wasn't that ignorant, was he? Did he really pay so little attention to the things around him? That was something he would definitely have to work on.
"I win!" came the voice of Cam, whom was now seated on a desk next to Alex, his legs swinging happily. Cuyler's jaw dropped with confusion. He'd won what? Was there a race? A race....racing..racer...racist.....rrrrrraaaccccce. Mmmm he loved rice. Rice sounded pretty could at the moment.
Wait waitwait. What were they talking about again. Or was he thinking it. RIGHT! A race between him and Cam. Not that he recalled. Oh well, he'd just go along with it.
Cuyler grinned, sliding out of his desk he scampered over to Alex, his arms flailing to the sides like he was an airplane. He then sat himself down on top of Alex's desk and touched Alex lightly on the desk, while his other hand rest on Scruffles head. "NOPE! I WIN!" Mozzy exclaimed, a proud grin across his face, "You have to touch the thing we're racing to Cammy!" he explained, "Oh, I can feel your heart beating Alex!" he laughed slightly, before taking his hands away from Alex and Scruffles and seating them on the table next to him.
“And now we’re a group! Mrs. Teacher! We have a group! Alex, Cuyler, Scruffles, and me!” Cuyler held up both of his thumbs to the teached as Camillo told the teacher they had a group, "GO TEAM!" Mozzy exclaimed.
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LaDon Uniche
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Scene Kid, Drama
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Post by LaDon Uniche on Apr 19, 2008 20:44:07 GMT -5
She sat at the front of the classroom, her legs kicked up on the desk, a small hand held game was the main focus of her eyes. It was a new game. She'd gotten it just yesterday. The main character was Yoshi. Well, you started out with Yoshi anyways. Yoshi was the best. He could swallow the bad guys and poop them out. Oh how she wished she had such a talent. And even how he could stick his tongue out. It must go quite a few feet in front of him.
She tested sticking her own tongue out that far. But it didn't make it so far. "Too bad." she muttered, continuing her game. She made the little Yoshi dude run around like a madman killing all the evil bombs in sight. But this was no easy task, for if you held them in your mouth for too long they would explode inside of you. Which had happened too many times already. But now she knew exactly how long she had to hold the little buggers in her mouth.
"KAPOW!" she screamed, throwing her hands in the air, one of them still holding the game! "I WIN! HURRAY! YOSHI KICKS MAJOR BOMB BUTT!" she shut the game off and set it on her desk, looking around the class. For she had heard a big echo of her 'I Win' statement. Unless she had repeated it several times over in her head... But that was unlikely. She would've known her own thoughts.
Blue eyes caught sight of a tall figure near her. Was that Cammy? "Cam?" she inquired, standing, tilting her head to the side, "CAMMY!" she threw her hands up in the air, wrapping her arms around him. She let go and looked at him smiling brightly, "YOU'RE IN MY ENGLISH CLASS! NO WAY! And-" her head turned towards the boy with blondeblondeblondeblondeblonde hair. She gaped at him for a whole minute. "A-are you Mozzy? Cammy's told me soooooo much about you! OHMIGAWSH!" she then wrapped her arms around the boy who was seated atop the desk.
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Apr 19, 2008 20:53:50 GMT -5
"KAPOW!" she screamed His whole body jumped on the desk at the sound of somebody outbursting next to him. His head moved about every which way trying to find the bombs. "Oh MY GAWSH! Where's the bombs! EVERYBODY DUCK!" he crawled beneath Alex's desk and waited for the ceiling to fall in. But nothing came.
"I WIN! HURRAY! YOSHI KICKS MAJOR BOMB BUTT!"
His eyes looked around cautiously for a second or two before he reappeared from beneath the desk. "I...I think we're safe guys." He sat himself back on top of Alex's desk and sighed, "That was a close one."
"Cam?" came a voice from beside him, "CAMMY!" the girl came rushing over, throwing her hands up in the air, wrapping her arms around the poor, unfortunate Camillo. She let go and looked at him smiling brightly, "YOU'RE IN MY ENGLISH CLASS! NO WAY! And-" her head turned towards Mozzy. She gaped at him for a whole minute. Mozzy stared in horror at the girl. She was so loud and...obnoxious. How could anybody be so...so...annoying. It was clearly a gene only girls got, for HE could never be called annoying. For Mozzy was always the life of the party. But this girl seemed to be the disastrous end of the party.
"A-are you Mozzy? Cammy's told me soooooo much about you! OHMIGAWSH!" she then wrapped her arms him.
Cuyler's breathing became short and quick. It was as though he were hyperventilating. Or..wait...no. He was definitely hyperventilating. What was she doing? SHE WAS TOUCHING HIM! But this was no simple, 'oops my arm rubbed against you, sorry.' NO! She was....hugging...him?!
He shuddered, lifting her arms away from him. He jumped off the table and ran around behind Alex. Alex would protect him from the evil girl! His hands rest on either on of Alex's shoulders and slowly his head peeked up over Alex's shoulder.
"Sh-she hugged me?!" his voice squeaked with fear, "I hope I don't get a disease. Oh gawsh! Is this the end of my life? I-I think I see a light. The walls are caving in on me." he dropped to the ground dramatically and lye there for a moment.
Mozzy soon stood back up, his eyes shifting every which way. "I think I'll live guys!" he sighed. Turning he frowned at the girl before him. "YOU!" he said, pointing a finger at her, "Have the same hair colour as me!" he smiled, "Are you a piece of cheese as well. I sure do hope not. Cheese is icky. It makes your stomach upset..and then you have to go to the bathroom really bad." he held onto his stomach, wincing as if remembering a time when he had once eaten cheese.
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