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Boarding School
Boarding School
"Dear Student," the sign on the door says, "You and your entire class are invited to the most highly esteemed boarding school in London. Do not fret, a plane flight has been arranged, and your belongings loaded on the plane. Please proceed to the buses."
Everyone was shocked, and some yelled out. But in the end, they proceeded to the buses, to start a new life.
So, here is how this will work:
Everyone will get to pick one subject they like the most, and that will be the place you live. The subjects are:
Math
Writing
Art
Physical Activity
And no trading cards/collectibles are allowed in the school. Music has to be very old, like classical or medieval. Ok, here is the Character sheet;
Name
Age: You have to be under 18
Favorite Subject: listed above
Appearance:
Gender:
Pet(s); Max. Three
Would you like to be an Assistant Writer? Assistant Writers help me write the story.
Do you want a Social or Academic Plotline?; Social Plotlines are about the events and friends and crushes and that stuff, while Academic Plotlines are about studying, and getting good grades, and being a nerd and that stuff.
Also, at any time, you can change part of you character, and that will have impacts on the story.
Ready to begin?
submitted by Gared
(July 3, 2016 - 9:52 am)
(July 3, 2016 - 9:52 am)
I walk into my clasroom, and see tow words spray painted on a wall: STUPID NERD.
I can invision my favorite PE teacher doing that. I grab a bottle of ink, and throw it at the spray paint. Ink covers the letters, and I start to pin up papers.
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"Hello class. My name is Gared, and I am certifiably more insane than you are!" I say to my first class. I get a few laughs. "Our first project is going to be writing 10 page fanatasy stories. New, please direct your attention to the sheets I have given you, which explain fantasy."
Sadly, I know that I have to deal with the smae class every second of every school day every school day. They will never leave, or move. Now, I can sort everyone into two catagorys: people who care, or people who I want to leave my class. Yes, those people who joined, and are in the back, laughing. They think they have a free A+. They think that writing is easy.
"You there. Make your fantasty story 20 pages long." I say at the first person who pulls out there phone, and starts texting.
This is what I call fun.
(January 11, 2017 - 12:47 am)
(January 11, 2017 - 10:20 pm)
So we are going to be teachers? Annabeth C said we weren't... Or is it just you?
(January 12, 2017 - 6:15 am)
Yes, its just me. Everyone else but me is a student, exept for three other teachers some people are playing as, but they already have names and personalities.
(January 12, 2017 - 11:30 am)
oops
*blushes*
sorry. I must have misread something....
Take out the end of my post. She's just going to the school, not teaching.
(January 12, 2017 - 3:57 pm)
AUGHHHHHHH!!! I just wrote a whole long post and... you guessed it.... it was accidentally deleted.
NOOOOOOOOO!!!
anyway, not writing all of that again. Here is the recap. Aron is sitting in writing class when Sasha tosses him a note asking him for help on the assignment. He nervously says yes (still unsure about human contact) and they agree to meet after class at the library.
(January 12, 2017 - 2:35 am)
Sashenka~
I slip into the writing classroom a bit early. Nodding a greeting to the teacher, I slip into my signature seat. Middle row, directly next to the windows. Opening a book, I relax into my seat as everyone else begins to file into the room. I shut my book just as a tall, spiky-haired boy takes the last available seat, which is right next to me. I offer him a small smile, which is hesitantly returned. Class passes by quickly and by the end of the class, we have been assigned a 10-page fantasy story -- easy -- and a writing project. We have the option of working together. Well, this is as good a time as any to try making some friends at school this year. I really wished Cleo and Soren were here, but unfortunately they both had to move far, far away. I quickly scrawl a note to the boy with the mismatched eyes, asking to work together. I have to hide a smile as the teacher calls someone out for taking out their phone.
-After class-
"Hello. I'm Sasha," I say, catching up to the boy in the hallway.
"Aron," he replies.
"Nice to meet you. So, are you able to meet me in the Writing commons today at, say... seven? I've got some stuff to do any time before that," I ask.
"Yeah, sure," Aron answers.
"Cool. See you," and then I walk away, rushing to get to my favourite perch in the top branches of the huge oak tree in the courtyard.
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Alright, so I had a lot more than this written, but I accidentally deleted it all. So, I just posted the small bit that I had saved to my computer.
(January 15, 2017 - 1:58 pm)
TOP you guys! TOP we cant let this die! TOP almost to seven hundred posts!
(January 13, 2017 - 5:33 pm)
I'm currently about halfway through writing my post. It should be up soon!
(January 13, 2017 - 9:17 pm)
I run into Thomas in the hallways again, WHat a jerk. But more to the point, what a brainless jerk. Wouldn't take much to outsmart him, now would it?
(January 15, 2017 - 12:00 am)
TOP
(January 15, 2017 - 12:00 am)
THIS CANT DIE TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP
My capcha says aguy, your a guy? okay then, I'll think of a name for you.
(January 17, 2017 - 6:37 pm)
CoME ON GUYS! We need to get about 40 points to have more posts than Evil's Revenge.
(January 19, 2017 - 11:43 pm)
What if Azalea mistakes a different character for her spy contact? He's described as a 15-year-old boy in my previous post. What if someone else accidentally gives the spy signal Azalea is waiting for?
Azalea~
For starters, I didn't set off the fire alarm on the first day of school, someone else did. That's a first. Usually I need the chaos the loud alarm causes for a diversion of some sort. Oh well, this is a great chance to meet up with the confident. While all the students and teachers are panicking, I can make the necessary contact for information and get out of here fast. Aunt Margret will make something up; I never liked boarding schools anyway.
Cobalt~
We've barely begun classes when the fire alarm goes off. For a few seconds, everyone is stunned silent, listening to the awful ringing that seems to swing around and around the building. Then the teachers take action. Then the students take advantage of the situation. What a mess...
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Rosy said: ozog, and somehow spell-check mistook that for "zoom." No Rosy, I'm pretty sure all the portals to Earth-2 are closed by now. But there's always that .01 percent chance...
(January 26, 2017 - 9:30 pm)
I run to one of the doors, were a girl is about to slip lut.
"Were are you going?" I ask.
(January 30, 2017 - 5:46 pm)