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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Aug 31, 2008 17:35:01 GMT -6
This is where the first English class of the year will be posted
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Post by Mrs. Jones on Aug 31, 2008 17:51:12 GMT -6
Amee stepped into her classroom for the first time that year. She hadn't needed to come in early and get prepared for classes, so she carried a precariously balanced stack of books that she wanted in the room just in case a student was actually interested in reading. It was a shame that the kids here never seemed to care about reading, but that what her job was wasn't it? To help kids want to read and be more interested in it. That would probably not happen this year. But she hoped that they wouldn't just hate the class but that they would actually get involved and listen. The books landed with a thud as she dropped them to her desk. They slid around and landed in various places on her desk, but she ignored them and looked around the room. It was a large room with the desks in 5 rows facing the teacher's desk in the front, completely with the basic white board and overhead projector. It was one of the usual looking rooms, except the fact that it looked extremely expensive. She was used to working at schools like this. She wouldn't work in any lesser conditions. At exactly 10 o' clock Mrs. Jones was ready to start class. She took the dry eraser marker and wrote on the board. Welcome to English!
I am Mrs. Jones
Please grab a seat and wait for class to begin [/size] She then went and sat down at her desk, shuffling her papers and waiting for the early students to start arriving. |
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Post by dominique on Sept 1, 2008 11:30:01 GMT -6
The long hallways were a dull white. That was the first thing Dominique noticed about the school. Dull, white walls. And not even a regular bright white, but the kind that had been around for too long with too little sunlight. This only made the teen more depressed about her first class, something she'd been dreading for the past few days. Re fixing her posture, she walked into the classroom, a pink binder tucked under her arms. Dominique's green eyes surveyed the classroom. It was nothing big in her opinion, she'd seen worse.
Dominique looked up at the board, reading; Welcome to English! I am Mrs. Jones. Please grab a seat and wait for class to begin. Quickly, she glanced at the clock. What time do classes begin? Dominique murmured under her breath. Well, she might as well make her herself useful. Dominique walked down the long row of desks, settling for one in the middle. She dumped her binder on the desk, not caring less how much noise it made. She began drumming her French manicured nails on the wooden desk, trying to state that she was bored.
The first day of classes was always the worst for Dominique. She didn't know anyone, and what they were like. She couldn't play with their minds and take advantage of them. This meant she'd have to do her own homework, something Dominique never done. Why should she be here? Her future career didn't require 'knowledge'. Not that she had much of a say in coming here, it was always her father who chose her decisions for her.
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Post by Jessica Foster on Sept 4, 2008 18:28:10 GMT -6
Jessica was extremely nervous for her first day of class. Of course this was one of her best subjects but she was also coming into this school as a Junior. All the other Juniors would know each other. They'd been in school together 2 years together already and here she was just entering. Her cheeks burned bright red as she thought of having to sit alone by herself. But they quickly faded. She didn't want everyone to see she was blushing. There was no reason for her to blush.
Today she wore black, knee-high boots with her distressed, jean mini-skirt. Her pink t-shirt with gold graphics strewn across it added an extra amount of color. The light brown messenger bag was slung over her shoulder, bumping against her side as she walked. She felt beautiful, so she would be beautiful. That was how she thought.
The room she entered wasn't anything high class as she figured it would be. But that didn't matter. There was only one other girl in the class too. A slight uneasiness came over Jessica. She thought she had planned just right to get there a few minutes before class started. But she must have been wrong. She just took her seat in the middle of the class room and pulled a light blue spiral notebook from her messenger back and started to doodle.
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Post by dominique on Sept 5, 2008 13:52:14 GMT -6
Dominique looked up when she heard the sound of footsteps coming nearer. She continued to drum her nails on the table as she followed the girl with a heavy stare. She was being unecessarily obnoxious, but she didn't care. She was in a bad mood, and she'd take advantage of it. It didn't make things much better that she was pretty, but she didn't think much of it. One of the things she'd noticed in this school is that everyone is pretty. Things weren't the same at her last boarding school. Infact; they were completely opposite.
Dominique continued to stare, with a bored expression at the girl as she sat down, only pulling her eyes away once to look at the clock hanging on the wall. She sighed loudly, trying to state that she was clearly bored. She wanted someone to mess with for just now, atleast until school started. Where was everybody anyway? Had she come too early? Oh well, too late to go out now.
"Hey." Dominique said flatly, aiming it at the girl. She continued to watch her, twirling her blonde locks around her index finger. She now picked up her pen, hitting it off the end of her desk. Dominique had no idea what was on her schedule next, but she didn't exactly care. Not like anyone else did either.
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 6, 2008 7:11:54 GMT -6
Chloe ruled this school. She could tell already. This was such an easy place to take over. The only bad thing was that it was still just a small elite school. If only there were more people here. But that didn't matter. She was still going to be in charge of a small elite bunch. This was where she excelled. Her party would prove that she could get the party started and soon, everyone would want to be around her as often as possible. Fighting for her attention, too many boyfriends to count, it would be great. She'd be living the good life.
The first class of the year was English. Blah. Such a boring class, no one here really needed to know this stuff anyway, they were rich. The press watched their every move, and all they had to do was go to parties. It was that simple. They were living the life that all other kids in America dreamed about but yet they still had to go to school. Chloe figured she should just protest.
Nevertheless, she still walked to the class, her black peep toe heels clanking as she stepped. She'd chosen a simple pair of black leggings and royal purple tunic that dipped low and came back up. Her earrings were just plain hoops that dangled dangerously low to her shoulders. This was going to be a good day, despite classes, she could tell.
The room was empty, except for two girls conversing. She didn't care to talk to them. Instead, she made her way to the back of the class and pulled out her phone, texting some friends. This class was going to be a waste of her time, she could tell.
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Post by dominique on Sept 6, 2008 8:45:32 GMT -6
Dominique's head twirled when she heard the high heels. Another girl probably, or another bitch. Either way, she couldn't care less. Her eyes followed her the whole way as she walked to the desks at the back. Miss Chloe Rose. She'd heard her name numerous times over the past few days of being here, but that wasn't a surprise. She was the princess, the leader; the boss. Dominique was in that spot last year at her previous school, and she was willing to fight for it again. I mean, wasn't that what school was all about?
Dominique snickered as she walked past, a smirk playing upon her lips. Her sharp eyes followed the girl coldly as she walked to the back of the classroom. She raised her eyebrows, smugness written all over her face. "Bitch." Dominique murmured inwardly. She didn't even know this girl, but there was no harm guessing what she was like.
Dominique pulled the pink cell phone from her pocket, and flipping it open. She didn't bother to read the messages that were blinking away, there was too many. She'd do it when class got really bad. She needed to get in trouble with someone. She needed some action, or at least something to occupy her. Everyone at Westfield so far were good girls. Had she just not seen it all yet? She hoped not. Annoying people was worthless here, nobody fought back.
On second thought, why was she even in English? Who needed it? Everyone spoke it, everyone could write in it. Well, it was probably the easiest subject in the school, so she'd took it. Dominique tore her gaze from the girl to the look at the time. One minute had past since the last time she'd looked at it. When would this class end?
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 6, 2008 15:59:49 GMT -6
"Bitch." Chloe heard her, but she ignored her. Just some girl that thought she was the shit and was better than her. Whatever, Chloe didn't need to put up with her right now. It didn't matter anyway. This girl wasn't known to anyone, while Chloe was the queen. She ruled this school. All that the noob wanted was to try and agitate her. Well it had worked.
Her fingers worked over the small keys of the phone as she texted back and forth between other random people. Her phone always seemed to be busy but it didn't bother her. It made her feel important, as if she had all the power. This was where she was meant to be. Chloe would not be pushed down from her spot, she would sink her claws into any girl that dared to be so stupid. This was her school, this was her territory, and this girl was in her house now. She'd have to learn the rules.
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Post by Jessica Foster on Sept 6, 2008 16:27:51 GMT -6
"Hey." Jessica looked up, her brown eyes landing on the girl. She didn't think anyone would talk to her. This was suppose to be a simple class, she comes in and leaves, that was the plan. Yet, nothing ever does seem to go to plan. At least that's what Jess thought. Might as well say something back, not just sit here and stare at her. She thought. A smile appeared on her lips as she responded.
"Hey, Jessica Foster. You are?" She wasn't particularly interested in she was, but she didn't want to appear rude. In the end she decided that it didn't matter what that girl thought of her, especially after what she did next. There was a pretty looking honey blonde girl that walked in, and the first thing she said to her was "bitch". It took Jessica to realize that that was Chloe Rose Summer. She was a legend at the school, even though she was only a freshman. It was dumb though that the girl called her a bitch. But it wasn't Jessica's right to judge, so she went right back to her notebook.
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Post by dominique on Sept 6, 2008 16:29:48 GMT -6
Dominique wanted a reply, but knew she wasn't getting one. "Screw this." Dominique murmured, acid overtaking her tone. She pulled a blue iPod from her purse, placing the earphones in her ears. Music blasted from the iPod, loud enough to be heard from the other end of the classroom. Much better. No more snide distractions. She's the boss. For now, that is.
She decided to reply to the messages on her cell phone, seeming she had nothing better to do. Her fingers moved swiftly over the keys as she replied to her friends back home, ex boyfriends, and people she partied with. So far she'd been to no parties this year, the longest time she'd ever went without them. That's a;; she really lived for anyways. Boys, booze, and parties.
She also pulled out her blusher, inspecting her make up in the mirror that came along with it. Perfect as usual. When was she not? Of course she'd never say this out loud, she'd be labeled as cocky and over confident. But really, there was no point in lying to herself. The only thing she couldn't admit to herself, is that she wasn't perfect on the inside, but who really wants to get into that?
Had Dominique heard something? Probably that stuck up blondie. She pulled the earphones from her ears, plastering a smile on her face with all her effort. Seeing it was the other girl sitting closer to her, she decided to reply. 'Hey, Jessica Foster. You are?' Straight forward and easy. That's what Dominique liked. "Dominique Hilson. Just call me Dom; or whatever." She replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.
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Post by Sue Hopman on Sept 7, 2008 4:51:50 GMT -6
School had started and it was the worst thing that could have happened. Sue had met some people already and they seemed to be rather nice they were people that she could boss around and that was what made it even easier for her. She always liked to intimidate people and she usually could do it with her height and all. She had met two people already, a girl called Chloe, who Sue wasn't to sure about, she seemed to be the girl that thought that she could rule everything but that was her title and it was obvious that there was going to be a war between the two. The other was some farm boy who had no idea where to get drinks from a mall. Honestly how dumb could people actually get?
Sue walked into the classroom and the first thing that she saw was three girls. One of which was Chloe, Sue didn't really feel like going and sitting down next to her if they were going to be fighting over this title, no. But she couldn't look like a loner either, she decided to take a seat near two other girls who seemed to be in some sort of conversation.
Welcome to English!
I am Mrs. Jones
Please grab a seat and wait for class to begin
Well Sue had already taken a seat but she really didn't want to wait for class to begin, one, she hated English. She hated everything, if there was only a class called shopping or bitching then she would actually be good at something. Sue took one last look around the classroom just to see what everyone was doing, most people seemed to be texting people which Sue often did and she actually had her phone in the pocket of her trousers but she had it on silent so the teacher wouldn't be able to hear it. Hopefully this lesson would be over quick.
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Post by Maxwell Cherry on Sept 7, 2008 20:05:06 GMT -6
Maxwell was ready for class. Sure, it was class, but hey all he had to do was pay some sucker to do the homework for him and he was good to go. It was always easy to get some girl that had a crush on him to do it for him. Girls were easy like that. He would never understand why they did stuff for him when he was such a prick to them but hey it got his homework done and got him through school. What was the point of going to school and actually learning?
He stepped into the classroom noticing that he was the only boy. Sweet. He thought as a huge grin appeared on his face. He did wish some guys would show up at Westfield, but he had yet to meet one. What was the point of being around a whole bunch of girls and being the only boy? There was no competition that way. He liked beating guys out of the best girls. But without other guys here he had no one to fight with.
He saw Dom looking slightly pissed with two other girls near her. He didn't really want to talk to her when she looked so angry so he just nodded as he walked past her and sat next to the blonde in the back. She looked familiar, though he wasn't sure who she was.
"Hey." Maxwell said watching the girl. She didn't seem like a huge bitch or anything, but maybe she'd prove him wrong. It was worth meeting the girls in this school anyway. To get to know them before the other guys appeared. For now though, he had a school of girls all to himself. Man, was he a lucky guy.
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 8, 2008 16:38:38 GMT -6
Chloe's blue eyes flashed up and landed on a handsome looking guy. Finally/ Chloe thought as a grin appeared on her lips. She had wondered where all the guys were. Westfield would have been so boring with just a bunch of bitchy girls. This boy would make it interesting. She was especially thrilled when he sat next to her. Out of all the other girls in the room this boy had chosen her. Would the other girls be jealous? They should be, she had him all to herself, in the back of the classroom. It seemed to be her lucky day.
"Hey." Chloe took one last chance to look the boy over. He had a fine chiseled jaw, and looked quite buff. He probably worked out. That's hawt. Thought Chloe. She was always turned on by a guy that worked out. For some reason that was on of the sexiest things in the world to her. He also had amazing eyes. She could barely take hers off them.
"Hey." She replied, acting bored. She then looked down at her phone. Boys were easy to tease. All it took was a little ignoring and they would be putty in her hands. This boy was sure to be like every other one. She couldn't seem too eager or he'd run all over her. All she had to do was get him curious about her. She seemed to be the most popular girl in school already. People she didn't even know were saying shit about her.
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Post by scott on Sept 9, 2008 16:04:37 GMT -6
Scott dragged his feet with him as he walked into the classroom. First period was English, one of the easiest subjects in the school. La de da. He had a few ratty books shoved under his arm as he walked through the door. The first thing he saw was four blonds and a guy. One of the girls looked pissed, another was talking to someone, and the other two seemed to be occupying themselves. Great. More Girls.
He slid the headphones from his ears, placing them around his neck. He also took off his sunglasses, shoving them in one of the pockets of his over sized pants. Which seat? His decided to go for the middle, sitting beside of the blonds that was obviously texting away on her phone. He played with his lip ring whilst he strolled over, dropping his books on the desk. He sat down and stretched his legs out, placing his hands behind his heads. This class was easy. He'd piss off the teacher, impress the girls, and not do work. That was his motto, and he always stuck to it.
Rap music blasted through the headphones when he turned up the volume on his iPod, loud enough to be heard properly that he didn't have to put them over his ears. He wanted to here the other conversations that were going on at the same time in the classroom. He looked up at the board finally and read what it said. Welcome to English! I am Mrs. Jones. Please grab a seat and wait for class to begin. He'd probably pay someone to do his homework. His adopted family were pretty rich, and he still got money from them once in a while. He'd spend it on booze, caps, and paying people to his stuff. Life was easy.
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Post by Damien Larson on Sept 10, 2008 16:43:52 GMT -6
A tap was what woke Damien up that morning. It had been a rough night, one he didn't want to relive. Nevertheless, he hauled himself up and swung his legs over the side of his bed, and rubbed his eyes. His hands on either side of his steadied himself as his mind came back into focus. Finally he let go of the bed and got to his feet.
After pulling on a pair of jeans with holes in the knees, and a white beater, he opened up the door and walked out. His stomach rumbled slightly, it sucked that he hadn't gotten any breakfast, but he was running late. At least he got a good view of the campus as he strolled along. It was a crisp fall day.
There was quite a crowd in the classroom as he walked in. Damien noticed quite a few of the pretty blonds sitting there, and decided he might as well sit near them. So he choose the one that didn't look pissed or was busy talking to someone else. (Jessica)
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