Boarding School: The Next Generation

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I cried until my eyes hurt.I wasn't suppose to be here so early in the morning crying all alone. But I was. I got up from where I was and went to the bathroom to wash my face. Once I was done I headed to the living room. but thre was already someone in the livingroom, Brennan with his dog.
"Hey" he said as cheerfully as always
"Hello" I said softly trying hard to not let my voice trail off, but it did and he heard it.
"YOu've been crying?" he asked in a very usul tone., but I didn't answer I just walked toward the kitchen.He followed me and looked at me with piercing eyes.
"Yepp, you were. why don't you go out of here?. I'll introduce you to my sister, come on"
he said poking my elbow. It was almost impossible to fight laughter when he was so funny and happy despite he's weird emo look. I slightly nodded and went to my room to take my sweater.Once I was ready we headed toward the door.
"I'll like to tofind Avaline first Is it ok? Then you take me to your sister" I said shyly.
"ok,whatever you say, but lets go" He said and we went out of the room once again, but this time to look for Avaline.
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***Hey Pudin, you know that Brennan has a ferret named Dweeb, right? xD Avaline is the one with a dog***


Avaline Delancy

“I‘m sure you are,” I removed my hand. “ferret boy.”
“Of course,” He said, heavy sarcasm weighing down his voice. “Is that your dog?” He stabbed a finger and I craned my head over my shoulder to find Mickey sitting down, watching the whole episode as though it were some sort of a soap opera.
“Allons donc, Mickey.” I directed, pulling a dog biscuit from my short’s pocket. “Let’s go.” I turned my head back to the ferret boy. “Does your ferret take walks?”
“You mean Dweeb?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, he walks, but he’s a bit hard to catch up with, if you know what I mean,” Dweeb coiled around his arm once more.
Before I could bid him farewell, someone familiar appeared in the lobby. It was Jackie. She noticed our presence and gave us a wave, I waved back, and when I turned over, I noticed Brennan giving Jackie a nod, also.
“You know Jackie?” I asked.
He nodded again. It seemed that was all he could do this early in the morning, so I decided I’d let him alone.
“Until next time,” I gave him a wave, which turned out to be more of a Miss America hand gesture of some sort.
“Later.”
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*** Violet is answered ^^ ***

Avaline Delancy

After bidding farewell to Brennan, I went outside to spend some time by myself. Though I’d seen Jackie leave the building earlier, she was nowhere to be found outside, so I took a stroll around to the school yard. A few rays of light peered over the mountaintops, but it was still too dark to for the average American to be awake. A cluster of shadowy clouds started to cluster near the horizon, boxing up the sun. It eventually started crackling and lightning began to strike.
A thunder storm. I let out a sigh of relief. The only natural disasters I feared were earthquakes and fires, and unnatural, power outages. Just before the rain began to crash down on me, I headed back into the building and up to the second floor, the floor with the people I actually knew.
When I arrived on the second floor, there was a girl, around my height, with jet-black hair. She seemed to be shivering in her pajamas, or was she walking?
“Violet? “I called., Mickey hovering nearby. “She whipped around to face me, her big blue eyes watery, shadows beneath them.
“Avoir sommeil?” I asked, “Are you tired?”
And when she shook her head another tear ran down her cheek.
Suddenly realizing what startled her, I whistled for Mickey to come forward. I bent down, the edges of my nightshirt flowing around, and whispered something to him in French. I gave him a quick nod, the signal, and started circling Violet fondly. Violet flinched and looked to me, confused.
“Mickey will watch you while the thunderstorm is occurring,” I answered calmly. “He’ll protect you until it’s over.”
I turned on my heel and started heading back to my room.
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*i wonder...do we take classes on the boarding school...just curious ...becasue we need to do something like going to town together or camping...just a thought


MYKOLAS

AS i went back to my dorm to take a shower, i saw Violet shivering on the bed. There was another guy with her.
"Is se okay?" i asked and he nodded.
"Just a little tired," he answered. I looked at her for a moment with black lines underneath her eyes, she nodded when she answered.
"I'll give you some water to drink, okay...don't worry everything will be fine." i said as i went to the kitchen to get a glass of water for her.

"Here, drink this..." i said to her and she drunk it slowly. Outside the clouds are brewing.

"I guess we're not able to go outside then." she mumbled and i smiled. Outside, a girl's voice echoed to my room.

"Oh...come on, its going to rain. And we were suppose to go to town."
"Dot wory, we can stil go ther even if it rain. Lok...it not raining even," Iclisa, i thought from her accent it must be her.
"What? You gotta be kidding and ...are those 100 dollar bills you have there!" the new girl's reply echoed.

"Its her again, isn't it." Violet mumbled as she smiled. I nodded and wondered to what will be lunch.
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David

"I ned wod...." I moaned as I slowly floated into consciousness. My head pounded and even the sound of my own voice seemed to pain my ears. How much had I drank?

"What?" I heard and whipped up to see Beth. Right away I regretted it. I screamed in pain as the sudden movement, and the light flushing over me made contact, I crawled back under the covers and asked again.

“I ned weeeed," I said. "In me draser, de blue bex, give me, me ighter ish on mop o’ he dresssseer."

I heard the dresser open and the click of the lighter on my roll. I poked my hand out and grabbed it, then slowly brought it in a took a deep breath of the it. I puffed out a large cloud, and waited awhile. The weed took affect quickly, and my pounding head seemed so distant.

"If this stuff doesn't sell with the slogan 'ge rid of your hang over!' I don't know what will sell it," I said and gave a powerful yawn, and small bits of smoke trailed out. "Now, I should go get some more from Shane."

"You moved your stuff already!?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, parties make it easy. I even got some orders for the one for hangovers. I got us all some customers, so I'll let you sell your stuff with them." Pulling my organizer from my pocket I pulled up my order list, and handed it to Beth, who gave me her organizer.

"Now, I'm gonna get my munch on," I said and wobbled into the kitchen.

"What's that?!?!" I heard and looked up to see Mel standing in front of me, pointing at my weed.

"Um..." I was speechless.
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Name: Jean Claude/ JC

Age: 15

Grade: 10

Gender: male

Physical Appearance:
-Nationality: French
-Height: 6.2 tall and willowy
-Weight: 40 kgs
-Hair: jet black hair
-Eyes: bright blue
-Picture: N /A
-Other: Has a small pentacle tattoo on h
is right palm
Style of Dress: Formal/dressy like black shirt and pants and stuff

Personality: Flirty (french, duh), Charismatic, Attractive
-Weaknesses and Flaws: Weakness for a broken relationship, phobia of the dark
-Likes/Interests/Skills: great computer geek (secret). Loves reading
-Dislikes: Bitter tastes and blonde chicks

History: Lived with an abusive father in France until he moved with his mother and went to high school
Family/Friends/Pets: A small exotic thing like a mouse but looks like a puff ball. Name: chow chi

Up for Love? Yes


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JC ALL OF A SUDDEN DOESN'T GET THIS AND QUITS


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*Hum... sorry to hear that. Bolt, awesome. We have a scandal.*

Melanie

That looked like... what?! POT?! I'm not a total dumbass, I see reality shows and other tv shows and movies. We all knew what's going on. Maybe they just found it..., a week voice told me inside my head, still wanting to believe in the purity of my roommates. Bethany couldn't be into that stuff. Could she?

"I know what that is, ya know." David tripped and grabbed onto Beth's arm.

"It's all a big miss understandment..."

I looked at David. "What are you doing with that?" He was scrambling with the bag around. And then it hit me. The smell of it. i tried to inhale; it was known to get addictive pretty quickly. I tried but failed. In instants, my head started spinning, since I had never tried something like this before. I fell to my knees and reprehended myself for my stupidity.

"Get that thing away from me!" I tried to get up, but my legs were numb.
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Woah, lots of posting. Well could anyone give me an update on what has happened since page 8? And if any of my characters (Mary and Jack) are involved in anything? And if not, could someone bring them in please?

Sorry, I would read through but it's like 5 pages...
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***lol. hey sorry, I misunderstood it, so Brennan is the one with the ferret***


We went to look for Avaline,but she was no where to be seen. We circled the building, went outside, looked for her near the cofee shop. Where can a tenth grader girl be this early in the morning. I thought. Being with Brennan, though, was actually very interesting.He said weird stuff and lughed a lot, I tried as hard as I could to laugh, and I eventually did, but what I remembered this morning kept coming to my mind and made a lump in my throat. I was sure tears were ready to roll down my cheek.
"So we already looked all over here" he said as we went back to the lobby.
"We should go to her room" I told him.
"Where is it?"
"Twelfth floor" I answered coldly.
"Huh?!! forget it.Let's go to my sisters its way nearer". I agreed quite unwillingly . We took the stairs instead of the elvetor since it was a room in our floor. We reached the second floor and there was Avaline, standing near the elevator rady to take it. As soon as I saw her I shouted to her to the top of my lungs.
"Hey Avaline!!" I shouted smiling widely. She turned around and waved to Brennan and me as she came near.
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Bethany

"Mel, just calm down," she sighed. Well, there went any chance of a friendship they could have had.

"Calm down?" She asked. "You want me to calm down when you all are in here smoking pot?"

Bethany rolled her eyes. "David was doing it to get rid of his hangover. I don't smoke pot," she said. It wasn't a lie...she just didn't mention anything about them selling the stuff. Bethany couldn't believe how many time she had been lying since she had got here.

"Does it matter? That stuff is disgusting and dangerous," Mel replied, matter of fact like.

"Not really," David laughed. "I mean it's definitely not good for you, but pot doesn't kill. It may make you do stupid things, but really this drug is harmless."

"It. Is. Illegal." She hissed. "Put that thing out. You're not the only one that has to live here."

Mel stormed back to her room. Bethany slapped a hand to her forehead and knocked on her door.

"What?" She asked, annoyied.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Beth asked, softly. Mel did answer so Beth took that as a yes.

"Listen, I know I'm probably not your favorite person right now, but I did hope we could at least be freinds. We don't know anyone here and I'd really, at least, like to get along with the person I'm living with," Bethany smiled.

Mel made a slightly scoffing sound and Beth grit her teeth, angrily.

"Look, not all of us are like you, okay. Some of us have to work and do things we don't like to just have a place here at this school. We are all different and we do different things, make different choices, alright. I'm sorry I can't be Miss. Perfect, but I am a person. Can't we just get along? It's not like I'm the one smoking the stuff, anyway," she replied.
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Melanie

"It's not like that." I knew well enough about doing stuff to get her here. I wanted to get away from home so much, I had to... get a job. if that is considered a job. My parents didn't knew what I had done when I presented them the rest of the money that was needed for me to get to this school. It also got me a car. If she thought I was Miss Perfect, she got it all wrong. The only things my parents questioned me was if it was prostitution. I replied then of course it wasn't. I could be desperate, but not that much.

"But pot... David says it can't kill him, but it can. It's pot!" I waved my hands around. I stepped closer to her, "I'm sure you don't do pot, but still. Helping him lead his death isn't something very good to do. I want to be your friend to! I really like you, Beth. But pot and so is the thing I despise almost the most!" The first time pot came into her life, it almost ruined her.
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"It's not your choice, though, Mel," Beth shook her head sadly. "It's his life. Doesn't he deserve to make his own choices, like you?"

"Well, yeah, but we shouldn't help him kill himself," she replied.

"I know. It's...just complicated. Personally, I would get away from all this if I could, but I can't. Not right now," Bethany sighed.

"What are you talking about?" Melanie asked, suspicious again.

"Nothing, nothing," Beth smiled. "I know you don't like pot, but it's David's life. It wouldn't do any good to rat him out and it certainly wouldn't do any good to lecture him. The only one who can get him to stop is himself."

Smiling sadly, Beth got up. "I need to change. I look a mess," she responded.

Beth left for her room and picked out one of her favorite outfits. It was her purple dress that reached the middle of her thigh. It was splattered with red, green, yellow and orange paint. She grabbed her black combat boots and put them on, after she brushed through her hair.

"Anyone up to going out?" She asked. "I'm tried of being cooped up here."
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Melanie

"Sure! Let me just quickly change. I look a bit of a mess myself." I smiled and drove quickly to my room. I opened the wooden dresser and took out my black v-neck top. it had a huge cleavage, but not the ones that show everything.

I went back to the room, but Beth wasn't there anymore. the door was open and I could see her talking to someone out in the hall. I went to her with a grin, and found her talking to some guy. I was sure I had met him, but I couldn't remember his name.

"Hey, Mel, this is Shane." Bethany was wearing that special grin girls get around boys they think they're cute.

"Nice to meet you." I shook his hand, and gave him the up and down look. he was quite handsome. i couldn't help but grin too.
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Bethany

She saw Mel grin at Shane and automatically she grew jealous. She blinked a little. She was NEVER jelous. Ever. It was weird. Sure she liked Shane...but just because Mel did, didn't mean she should be jealous.

"Nice shirt," Bethany smiled as best she could. Melanie looked great. She was definetly really pretty and she hated the jealous feeling that was eating at her. What the Hell!

Beth bit her lip. Mel couldn't like Shane, she hated pot! Beth widened her eyes. Shane had to be careful what he said around her.

She tried to give him a warning glance, but he was looking at Mel. Beth's heart sank. He probably liked her.

"So you're David and Beth's other roommate?" He asked. Mel nodded and her eyebrows knit together.

"You've met David then?" She asked. Bethany wanted to kick Shane. That was pretty much a dead giveaway that he knew something about David and his pot.
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