Ok, more later. I have some other stuff to finish. Also, will everyone please come back? I have sheets and sheets of charries with no active owner.

“Attention: all students. You will be allowed to go to London tomorrow afternoon. Also, there will be a dance. Thank you” The loudspeaker blared. GAred was watching his students, currently Art, write from over their shoulders. He occasionally grabbed a paper and threw it across the room. “Can’t you write something that is different than the example I gave you?” GAred would shout.

~Dean’s Office~

“Yes, yes. Going to plan” A voice murmurs.

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Walking into school, I study everyone. There's a huge kid, Thomas, who I have been warned to watch out for. I get the feeling we might have some disagreements...

I find a note in my room. Something about a dance.

No way am I dancing with anyone. Or asking anyone to a dance.

Sorry if that's short I have to go. 

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~Lillian~

I hate this new college. Gared has been so hard on the PE and my kids. But he is so nice to the Art kids. Humph.

~Gared~

So now I am supposed to find a partner for another dance? But who?

I can't believe I have to go to the dance. I don't even have anyone to go with anyways.

@Gared, this is Daisy. 

Please please please make your long post you promised us! This just can't die! *sobs*

Also, sorry if this is too controlling, but I needed to write something dramatic to get this show on the road.  

Cleo~

Thomas still hates me. At least, that's what I am assuming. We are walking in a crowd of people, with Thomas at the front, leading us to PE. I am behind him and he keeps looking over his shoulder at me, then gets this look of revengeful triumph. He is still trying to get back at me from the Boarding school. Great. Especially since he knows I am afraid of heights. Sure enough, the first thing we have to do is climb a 50ft rockwall.

"Climb to the top and ring the bell." He announces to us. He gives me a 'sweet' smile and says, "Why don't you show us how it's done, Cleo." It's a voice of challenging command. I hesitate, then walk up, trembling, to the wall. I strap myself in tightly, and begin to climb oh so slowly. After about 10 feet, I look down. Bad idea. I immadiately grow dizzy and quickly make my descent. Thomas pounces on me and says silkily, "Detention, Cleo. My office, after the rest of the class finishes."

The rest of the class casts sympathetic glances in my direction. They all manage to climb to the top. I watch them, cringing. After PE was over, Thomas beckons me into his office. I gulp, and walk in unwillingly. He says to me, in a soft, dangerous voice, "You couldn't climb to the top, Cleo. Now tell me, why not?" Like you don't know. I think to myself.

But I answer him as respectfully as I can; after all, he IS a teacher. "I am afraid of heights." "You will address me as Sir." "Yes, sir." "Now, I am your PE teacher. Let's work through this. Come on." "Where are we going?" "To the rock wall." He tosses at me over his shoulder. "No." "What?" "I said no. I will not be going. I am afraid of heights and will not be climbing anymore. At least for today. And that's final, Thomas." "Sir." "There's no need to call me sir, professor." His face turns purple with rage. "Why you little-"

((did anyone catch that HP reference?! ;) )) 

Kestrel~

Well. The first day of school was definitely interesting. Art is a fun enough group to be in. At least, the people are nice. Colege is still really stressful, though. And now I have to find a partner for the dance. Great. No boy has even talked to me yet, let alone asked me to the dance. I sigh aloud. Sasha, who had been hopping around my room for the first day of school, was now becoming increasingly restless. "Alright, Sasha. I'll go see if I can find someplace to let you fly." 

I thought about the layout of the school, wondering where I could go to let Sasha fly. I didn't really feel like going outside... But was there anyplace indoors that had high ceilings? I prctically felt the lightbulb go on above my head- I had thought of the perfect place. I got up from where I had been listening to Hamilton on the floor of my dorm room, and headed for the door. It was after learning hours, so the halls were fairly empty, as everyone was either hanging out with friends, or outside. As I made my way through the school, I started to zone out, which is why I didn't notice the boy I bumped into until... Well, until I crashed into him. For the second time that day, Sasha was startled off of her seat on my shoulder and flew to perch on the rim of a waterfountain instead. "Sorry!" I yelped, looking up. He didn't appear to be in a rush anywhere, which made me feel relieved. That meant he shouldn't be as annoyed with me for hitting him. The boy laughed good-naturedly and said, "It's fine. Aren't your from Art? What are you doing in this section of the school? That door over there is the door to the gym. Not the art studio," he laughed again. 

"I-I, was, um, going to fly my falcon, Sasha, in the gym. I'm not much of an outdoors person, unless I'm with my friends, but... Well, I'm rather shy, so I haven't made any friends yet." I stammered, my face heating up.

"Well, alright then. Consider me your friend now. I'll see you around, right?" 

I smile, "Sure. I'll come here to fly Sasha everyday, most likely. Unless I decide to go outside." 

"Bye," he says. 

I wave goodbye and head owards the door he indicated. Then I almost kick myself. I didn't tell him my name! Or ask about his... I turn to call him back, but he's already vansihed. I sigh. Oh, well.

As I enter the gym, with Sashs on my shoulder again, I am startled to see a teacher with astudent over their shoulder. They are shouting at each other.

"No!" the girl shouts.

"What?" he nearly hisses.

"I said no. I will not be going. I am afraid of heights and will not be climbing anymore. At least for today. And that's final, Thomas."

"Sir." Thomas reples sharply.

"There's no need to call me sir, professor." the girl shoots back.

His face turns purple with rage. "Why you little-" 

"Um, excuse me?" I call out. "Is it okay if I fly my falcon in here?" I try to catch the girl's eye. I want to talk to her once the teacher leaves. 

Thomas looks indecisive. He clearly wants to finish this, but doesn't want me here to witness  it.

"I'm sure there is someone here that I can talk to about a teacher treating a student this way, yes? If I were you, I would set the girl down and leave peacefully. Then, I might consider keeping my mouth shut about whatever this is." Sasha screeches softly, as if to back up my words.

Thomas glares at me, and I return his gaze defiantly. No one deserves to be forced to do something they are afraid to do. With a growl, Thomas sets the girl down. He whispers something in her ear, then stalks towards the door. Just before he gets there, I call out, "Oh, and sir? I wouldn't like to have to see with you treating people this way again. Otherwise, I may not be able to control my mouth." I let a mocking note enter my oice as I say 'sir'. Thomas sneers something at me, but I don't hear it as I turn to the girl. Sasha has already lifted off and is circling the large, high gym on some invisible draft.

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