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Post by Summer Nelms on Sept 24, 2008 12:04:01 GMT -6
she stood waiting to go in the art room she was doodling in her planner she had many inked pictures of all diffrent things all itallic paintings and pictures;; she was still doodling untill it was time to go in she had a nice teacher they hadent met but she was still nice;;
she walked in and smelt acrillic paints and herbs, there was so much art in the classroom even stuff hanging from the cealling , the walls were plarsterd with art and there was a large big painting that the teacher was working on it had clouds and beautiful angels and a pegasus and diffrent magical beings it was beautiful ..
Summer wanted to feel the textures of all the art to see them close up but she knew that she should give a first impression she took a seat near the back she wondered who would place themselfs next to her if anyone did, many people came in she was still next to no one she sighed she whished she had someone to be her friend ...
she got out her pencil case it was pink with black checkers all over it, she got out a pencil and everything. she smiled sweetly at the teacher who smiled back blissfully she liked this classroom and the teacher;;
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Post by dominique on Sept 26, 2008 13:53:26 GMT -6
Dominique absolutely hated Art Class. First of all she had to get her hands dirty, and second, she just wasn't artistic in this kind of stuff. She was thrilled when the bell rang, indicating that this class was over. Next she had Mathematiques, one of the classes she was ok at. She watched other students come in while her classmates exited, ready to go to next period. Lucky them. The teen thought, knowing they had art class now.
She wiped her hands over her low hip jeans, screwing up her hands in disgust. She pulled herself from the desk swiftly, holding her powder blue binder against her chest, whilst her Baby Phat purse slung over her shoulder. She whipped her pink cell phone from her pocket, sliding it open. It was her latest one, but she knew it wouldn't last her long. She got easily bored with cell phones. She began typing away, answering to text messages from her friends back home, and on campus.
She walked briskly down the isle, heading towards the door. Her eyes remained glued on the phone, not really looking where she was walking. Her shoulder brushed roughly against someone elses. Her head snapped up adruptly, twirling around, looking for who had bumped her. She glared at the black haired girl, who looked emo. "Watch where you're going, freak!" Dominique hissed, glaring intently at the girl. Nothing was her fault. It was always the opposing person who had made the mistake. Dominique never made a wrong move.
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