Name: Mrs. Harper Jenn Jones-Mack
Age:29
Gender: Female
Grade: Teaches eighth
Class Schedule:
-Homeroom
-first-Civics
-second-History
-planning
-fourth-Civics
-fifth-Geography
-planning-History
-seventh-Geography
-eighth-Enviromental Enrichment
Personality: Loves her Step-son and is a fun and funny teacher. Teaches with action and hates the textbooks! Usually has the Radio on in her classroom. Loves her newly wedded husband.
What Subject Taught: History, Civics, Geography, and Enviromental Enrichment
Other: Married to Henry Aaron Mack's father.
Appearance:
This is a story about a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world.
In every single letter. In every single word. There will be a hidden message about a boy who loves a girl.
We don't need a ton of teachers and all. Are they really going to be able to stay in the story. THe other teachers we can just use as a everyone character. We don't need a ton of characters.
Class Schedule:
1 P.E.
2 Math
3 Advanced Art
4 Science
5 History
Lunch
6 English
7 Literature
8 Free Period
Personality: Loving caring and romantic. If he sees something he likes then he goes for it. Hates preps(girls and boys) but will be-friend you otherwise. He is in love with music and loves to sketch, draw, and paint. He can't sing but he can write lyrics. He stands up for the weak but weakens the strong.
Appearance:
Other: Has only eyes for Loretta. If she is happy he is happy. Just how it goes. He has girls all over him all the time but he pushes them off for Loretta. He calls her by a personal nickname that is Beauty and sometimes she calls him Beast.(Get it?)
This is a story about a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world.
In every single letter. In every single word. There will be a hidden message about a boy who loves a girl.
Class Schedule: 1: Algebra
2: Biology
3: P.E.
4: Drama
5: History
Lunch
6: English
7: Art
After School: Band
Personality: Indio isn't afraid of expressing himself. He's spontaneous and charming but he doesn't strive for popularity. If it finds him, he won't run away but he won't go looking for it either. He's generally friendly and nice to anyone he meets. Though if he doesn't like you (which is rare), he can act cold to you and seem distant.
Appearance:Here. Light brown eyes, brown hair, pale skin and slim build.
Other: Up for love, just ask me first please.
Be the cartoon heart. Light a fire, light a spark. Light a fire, flame in my heart. We'll run wild, we'll be glowing in the dark.
I looked around for Beauty. I found her. She was coming out of the bathroom.
"Hey!" Loretta ran to me and gave me a hug. She almost squeezed my guts out.
"Hey," I managed to speak out while being sqeezed to death.
"Can you belive it? School is back in!" Beauty said. Her eyes were glowing and beautiful.
"No, I can't! Were have you been all summer? I missed you like crazy!" I said. I couldn't help but smile. It is almost impossible for me to frown or be angry with her. All she did was hug me in response and tell me she missed me to.
Once, when we had our first fight she punched my arm(and it hurt) and looked at me and we both started laughing. I can't remember what we were fighting about. All I remember is that one part. Honestly, I was only happy because I get to see Beauty again.
This is a story about a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world.
In every single letter. In every single word. There will be a hidden message about a boy who loves a girl.
Ugh. School. I entered the auditorium. There was this weird old guy standing in the middle of the room. He had a banana and a rubber thing. EWW! I just realized what it is! It is a god thing I am late. I ran to join the group of friends that I chose today. The old man was Mr. Henfengalf, the guidance counselor. There was fewer students than I thought. Oh well. I can't wait till we leave the counselor. I have already had "The Talk" with my mom.....and dad.
This is a story about a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world.
In every single letter. In every single word. There will be a hidden message about a boy who loves a girl.
*okay so everyone is going to the auditorium, everyone must attend, no ditching!*
Lora McFerrin - 9th - Art Freak
Jake and I walked side by side to the auditorium, something idiotic the pervert of a couselor had made for our first day back at school. We walked in and saw my twin sister, McKayla standing in the middle of a group of preps, her hands on her hips in that impulsive gesture.
"Where should we sit?" I asked Jake, a glow was about him that I'd never noticed before, even though the two of us had been friends since kindergarten.
Mackie McFerrin - 9th - Prep
I watched my sister walk in with her friend, Jake who was just too hot to be hanging out with the people he hung out with. I ran my hand through my hair and out my hands on my hips, laughing at a joke that wasn't realy funny.
"Hey, Mac!" went someone's call.
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You Cry, I Cry.
You Laugh, I Laugh.
You Jump Off Of A Cliff,
I Laugh... Even Harder.
Jaime stood in front of the large auditorium doors, standing just enough out of the way so that students could file through. Right there, on a poster plastered to the black door, read "THE FOOTBALL SEASON IS ABOUT TO BEGIN! GET YOUR JERSEY IN THE SPORTS OFFICE!" in big, bold red letters. "Great." He said to himself, fixing his bag on his shoulder and walking into the auditorium, finding a seat up near the top.
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Anti-Peta.
"In Vabbi , I was ambushed by six of them! They wielded blunt wooden sticks and were hissing at me about overdue fines... Bandits? Oh, no. These were library envoys."
Caydence~ 16 ~ 11th ~ Art Freak/Emo/Softball Captain/New Football Manager
"Cameron! Camster get up!" Caydence shouted at her older brother, jumping up and down on his bed as she banged a wooden spoon against a soup pot. Cameron sat up tiredly, his shaggy brown hair sticking up all over the place. "You've got ten minutes to take a shower, get dressed, and be downstairs for breakfast," Caydence smirked, leaping from the bed to the doorway and running down stairs into the kitchen. She slid across the hardwood floor, thanks to her no grip, black etnies. Riley, her brown and white pitbull puppy ran around her feet, yapping up a storm as his feet went spread eagle every now and then. Caydence laughed lightly and stepped over him, sitting down at the kitchen table and sliding three chocolate chip pancakes onto her plate. She lathered them in peanut butter before spraying the syrup across them in a zig-zag motion. Cameron tumbled down the stairs, pulling a polo shirt over his head as he sat down and shovled the rest of the pankaces onto his plate, doing the same that Caydence had done to hers before taking a large bite of his, half of it hanging out of his mouth as he chewed. Caydence laughed at him loudly, holding her stomach as tears of laughter sprung from her eyes. Cameron glared at her playfully and finished off the rest of his breakfast, chugging a cup of milk before running into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Caydence quickly washed the dishes, brushed her teeth, grabbed her bag and car keys, and walked out to her car, cranking it to life and sliding into the passenger side seat. Cameron dived into the driver seat, yanking out of the driveway and speeding towards the school.
The second they pulled up to the school Cameron gripped Caydence's hand and drug her into the auditorium. He forced her into a seat on the end of the front row, taking the seat next to her. Caydence spun backwards in the chair, resting the crook of her knee on the back of the chair and hanging her head upside down. "Mr. Henfengalf! I'm just going to sit like this and listen to music kay?" She asked, showing the guidance counsiler her iPod.
"Yes," he said mockingly as he shook his head no.
"B-"
"No, Caydence! I have some new material this time!" The old man grinned.
"That's what you said last time!" She whined, only to have him set his hard, mock-glare on her. She pouted but stayed upside down, stuffing her iPod into her pocket.
Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food. George Bernard Shaw
Pippa: 11th She's not really in a group. Colt: 12th Football
Pippa quickly got dressed and then slipped on some shoes. She pulled her hair up in a pony tail and went downstairs after brushing her teeth.
"I'm so glad you don't spend time on make up or we'd be late." Colt teased grabbing her bag and his. She followed him out to his truck and she climbed in after he tossed their bags in the back. THey drove up to the school then she grabbed her back pack before he could get it and he got his own leading her towards the auditorium. She moved closer to him as they walked in. She hated new schools.
"Relax, they won't bite." He teased. They sat up behind a girl that was sitting upside down and a guy that looked like he probably played football. He was cute, but she ignored that and sat next to Colt putting her bag at her feet.
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I hefted my bag on my shoulder and wished everything away. The stupid cliques, the stupid logical classes, the even stupider teachers. None of it was really needed. If not for the classes that had an actual point, I probably would never come to school.
I scanned the auditorium and wondered where I should sit. Most people were looking for friends they lost touch with over the summer, others for the groups they'd always hung with. I was not most people. The choices of who I could sit with varied. Should I sit with some of the band members? They knew who I was, at least. Or maybe the Art Freaks, they might have seen some of my still-life pictures.
I sighed. Why did I come here again?
I sat in a random section without a word, as usual, and resisted the urge to wring my hands. Instead, I watched as people walked into the room. Most had stupid grins on their faces. Then I saw two people walk in. The girl had her hair in a ponytail and seemed self-conscious of the people around her. She stuck close to the other person, an older boy, and they sat down a few rows in front of me. I’d never seen her before and assumed they were new.
For a moment, I considered welcoming her to a new school but a dozen different ways that could turn out passed through my mind and I decided against it. My mother says I think things through too much, that’s why I don’t talk. She’s a shrink-I mean psychiatrist- so she should know.
I fingered the guitar pick that hung around a leather cord on my neck as the assembly started.
"What are you doing?"
"I've got paint and rollers...water sking"~The Philanthropist
