Young Writers Society

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It was a lousy morning, it seemed as if the sun had risen on the wrong side, south perhaps. As Gilberto dragged himself into the café emo-ly. He crept all the way to the high table, where he sat down and stared at the wood. There was something about its texture that bothered him. He did not know if it was the structure of the lines or the feel of his hands against it.



Ding, ding!



The door opened and Kaylee entered the cafe as well. She was covered in eyeball-scorching pink, , all over her. As if that wasn't enough, she was wearing so much make-up that she looked like a zombie. Her lashes were smothered in mascara, while the purple lipstick looked terrifying in combination with the green eye shadow. Not to mention the red blush that gave her a ghostly look. Gilberto cringed and immediately grabbed the stool he was sitting on.

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It was a lousy morning, it seemed as if the sun had risen on the wrong side, south perhaps.

As Gilberto dragged himself into the café emo-ly.

Suddenly, Ellie walked in. While Kaylee looked hideous, Ellie looked hot. She was wearing a shoulder-less dress, and a large hat. While Kaylee was wearing a huge amount of makeup, Ellie was wearing a small amount, just lipstick and that stuff you put on eyelashes. Ellie looked like a model.

"Black coffee. NO CREAMER!" yelled Gilberto.

"Ellie looked like a model"

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-Ellie Mae

ps: i love this haha!! ill try to review when i have more time!!

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It was morning, and Gilberto walked into the café emo-ly. He skulked all the way until he got to the tall table, where he sat down and glared at the wood.

ding, ding!
The door opened, and Kaylee walked in. She was layered with eyeball scorching pink, everywhere. As if that wasn't enough, she was wearing so much makeup, she looked like a zombie. Gilberto cringed.

It was a lousy morning, it seemed as if the sun had risen on the wrong side, south perhaps. As Gilberto dragged himself into the café emo-ly. He crept all the way to the high table, where he sat down and stared at the wood. There was something about its texture that bothered him. He did not know if it was the structure of the lines or the feel of his hands against it.

Ding, ding!

The door opened and Kaylee entered the cafe as well. She was covered in burning pink eyeballs, all over her. As if that wasn't enough, she was wearing so much make-up that she looked like a zombie. Her lashes were smothered in mascara, while the purple lipstick looked terrifying in combination with the green eye shadow. Not to mention the red blush that gave her a ghostly look. Gilberto cringed and immediately grabbed the stool he was sitting on.

"SHE IS NOT YOURS, IDIOT!!!" screamed Gilberto.
"NUH-UH!"
"UH-HUH!!!"
Ellie laid her head on the table, exasperated.
"NUH-UH! YOU DON"T KNOW ANYTHING-"
"SHUT UP!!! "
Everyone gasped, and turned to Ellie. "DON"T ARGUE!"
Suddenly, the owner of the cafe walked up to them.
"Sorry, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," he said.
"FINE!" Ellie yelled. She was done. She hadn't gotten sleep in days, thanks to the two continuously voice mailing her in the middle of the night.

But on the other hand… The Passion Forest. She could learn, she could learn it all. How to become the best-selling, Nobel-prize winning, and above all, admired and valued author of her dreams. She could make friends, even. And from what she could tell, it wasn’t just any normal school, but a school in the forest instead, a school where teachers are wise, a school for kids to do their favorite thing everyday, a school supported by, what Elora had seen, magic.

She looked around at the succulent and fragrant leaves hanging high on the trees' spindly yet lush branches. The baby blue sky swarmed with ashen clouds that Elora envisioned as dragons, the air was the smell of sunlight, redolence wind rustling the leaves. Magically, leaves from each tree fluttered off their boughs and billowed past the students, who all ogled in the direction the leaves were scurrying. The greenery gathered whilst students gasped and observed with open-mouth as it shaped a long oval, blowing away then forming a woman—her sparkling sapphire eyes opened, silver hair flowing over her shoulder, smiling so lively and coruscatingly, everyone encompassing felt appeased. Different colored lights united in from behind the scholars and danced in the air as they turned into the faculty, standing behind the smiling woman, each looking thrilled as they surveyed the myriads of students. For a moment, the forest was hushed.