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Post by evelyn on Aug 31, 2011 18:56:39 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Waking up at seven in the morning wasn't exactly a favorite past time of hers. In fact, she hated it. Waking up late made it even worse. Technically, she should have left the house at seven. However, being the procrastinator that she always has been, she woke up at seven, rather than six-forty-five. A huff escaped her soft lips as she pushed herself out of the bed, with conscious thoughts telling her to get up. Groaning, she grabbed a pair of jeans and a tee from her closet. However, Aphrodite wasn't going to have any of that. No, no, no. Aphrodite sent her up thrice until she had the perfect outfit. Sighing, she retreated to the vehicle and sat in silence as the car pulled up next to the school.
Blonde hair flipped over her shoulder, the notoriously adorable fourteen-year-old walked into the school like she owned it. In all honesty, she probably could have, but this freshman wasn't particularly rich. Alright, so her family was very well off, but still! What I'm trying to get at is that this little kid was a fire tamer. Yep, that's right. She could create the most destructive flames anyone had ever seen, and she wasn't even a master yet. She was getting there. Suffice to say, Evie had an air around her, an attitude of importance. People cleared the way for her as she walked through the halls, her bag slung over one shoulder. Her sky-blue eyes searched the halls, as if scouring the area for imperfections. This kid had a lot of nerve for being a freshman. She blamed her brother. It was because of Fletcher that she was so outgoing.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she walked about. Just because Calan was the prodigy didn't mean that she couldn't be smart. In fact, she was very smart. Evie had three sophomore classes: French II, English II, and Geometry. Unfortunately, since Aphrodite had insisted on helping her choose the perfect back-to-school outfit, she hadn't had time to finish her tenth-grader homework. Grumbling, she pulled out her textbook and began to scribble various equations on the page. Furiously writing and erasing, the process finally finished with a completed homework assignment. As random as all of this sounds, it really does have a point. In fact, this small, four-foot-ten child, a late bloomer like her cousin Darcy, had been pushed and shoved throughout the morning. When she had grabbed a bowl, Fletcher had taken it out of her hands to serve himself. Her mother was rushing about, readying herself for work. Her father had stayed in the office, working on his latest project, and Aphrodite had arrived minutes earlier just so that she could judge what the Ellis clan was wearing. biting back a huff of annoyance, Evie let out a triumphant, but quiet, cry and packed her bags. Again. Alright, so there was no point, but hey. Is there something wrong with complaining about family?
Standing, she left her bags where they were and decided to explore, to an extent. Standing up, she brushed off her clothes and began to pick her way about the hallway. There really wasn't much to see. Lockers lined most of the walls and classrooms were placed between pods. This flat was the math section, which had Geometry, Algebra, Algebra 2, Pre-Calc, Calculus AB, Calculus BC, Trig, Statistics, and so forth. Lovely, no? No. Math was easy, but rarely was it fun.
Not paying attention, Evelyn felt herself smack into someone. Now, she was a four-foot-ten-inch freshman, so you do have to give her some credit. Being strong for her petite size, the girl stumbled back a few steps, and then she fell. See? She didn't just fall flat on her bum, she actually had an attempt to recover herself, no matter how fruitless it was. An annoyed huff escaped her lips and she glared up at the person. "Geez. Watch out!" She snapped, resuming an upright position, taking no notice to any offers of help that she got, if she got any.
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Post by crappypoopoo on Aug 31, 2011 23:23:38 GMT
The alarm went off at exactly six thirty am, the time Clark set the alarm to go off so he can shower, eat, and get dressed in time for school. It takes him a minute to get ready, specially when class starts at eight fifteen. Clark had a routine and he was ready to get to it. He wasn't the type to jump out of bed, though, all excited for school, but he's not the person to groan and slump out of, either. It's more like a zombie state in the morning. He's either too tired or too calm to really shoo some emotion. Probably from staying up late reading books or extra home work. Wearing on a pair of black, with white stripes, boxers, Clark flung his blankets off of him and sat up. For a second he sat there with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. Maybe he'd head on over to the bookstore after school.
A few moments later, Clark had stood, and he stretched; letting out a long deep yawn. Then snapped back to a regular standing position and proceeded to his bedroom door. He guessed his aunt and sister were still sleeping. His aunt didn't start work until ten so she wouldn't be until he had finished making breakfast for the three. His sister was thirteen and didn't even have school today. She wouldn't be until her food was cold. Clark went through his closet and carefully selected a black shirt with dark red horizontal pin-stripes. He grabbed a nice pair of dark gray jeans. All the while, he decided what he'd make for breakfast. Pancakes and sausage. Yeah, that sounded good. He grabbed a pair of white socks from his dresser, and left his room. He headed down the hallway to the shower.
After he had taken the shower, letting his hair air dry, he knocked on his aunts door to wake up her and headed for the kitchen. There he prepared the pancakes, and threw some sausages on a pan. When the food was all done, he decided he wasn't even hungry. and put two plates up for his aunt and sister, then left the house early. Deciding to walk to school instead of waiting for his aunt to drive him. The walk didn't take too long before he arrive out front of the school and strolled in. It was a more casual stroll in like he's done it a million times before, because he has walked into this school a large number of times seeing as this was his junior year. The backpack he had strung over his shoulder was becoming heavier with each stride and it made him want to get to his locker even sooner now. The small bustle of kids who were also a tad early like himself were already at their lockers. But his locker was all the way in the math wing. He had just turned a corner when he bumped into a little kid. No, not a little kid. Just a really short freshman.
"Really?" He muttered as he stumbled backward, and with the weight of his books in his bag, he fell down and landed promptly on his buttocks. "Ow.." He said, looking around to get a better look at what knocked into him. He crinkled his nose in displease as a slight numbing pain came from his behind. It was a girl with blond hair, and she was probably just under a foot shorter than him. His eyes widened as she girl showed some spunk and told him to watch it. He chuckled as he rose to his feet. "Eh, sorry, dork." He said, smiling at her trying to show the dork comment wasn't to be rude but more of a term of endearment. He extended a hand to help her up, seeing as it was half his fault she was down there. "I'm Clark, what's you name?"
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Post by evelyn on Sept 8, 2011 4:51:55 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Her eyes narrowed, again, into thin slits as her sensitive human ears picked up the two-syllable word that the boy dared to mutter. Crossing her arms, she scoffed when he whimpered in pain. The jerk deserved it! After all, it was his fault. He ran into her, not the other way around. Her delicate jaw dropped, not marring her soft features. Her hands dropped and one rested on her left hip. A silent gasp was drawn in and the girl promptly shut her mouth. How dare he!? Though he was smiling, the fourteen-year-old almost snarled at him. So he decided to laugh at her, call her a dork, then had the nerve to ask her what her name was? This boy was clearly mentally impaired.
Frowning at him, she ignored his hand and stood up by herself. "Evelyn Ellis. Just call me Evie." She said curtly. Her voice was strong and confident, displaying and air of power. It also conveyed the skepticism that she held against him. Though it was light and slightly high-pitched, Evelyn still sounded much older than she was. The blonde silently thanked Aphrodite, her cousin, for the "lessons of confidence" or so she called them. Sighing and rolling her eyes, the attitude-filled teen finally gave in and resorted to sticking her tongue out at the older boy. What? If he was going to be immature, so was she! After all, all's fair in love and war, and this was war. Well, in a way, not that it mattered. A feminine huff resounded from her vocal cords and she stared at the boy before her.
He was rather tall, a tad lanky, and had short, dark hair. He wasn't dressed too shabbily, especially for a boy, and in all honesty, he looked nice. His face was rather pleasing, but his personality could have used some work, at least in Evelyn's opinion. Tugging the rubber band off of her wrist, the small girl began to furiously plait her hair. However, rather than the expected mess of layers, a clean, beautiful braid was all that trailed behind her hands. Sighing, she quickly tied the end off with the hair tie and mumbled something about how people needed to be more alert in the mornings. Then again, it wasn't as if Clark would be able to hear her, she was mumbling under her breath, you know.
Feeling like a two-year-old, perhaps it was because this idio--person had so kindly called her a dork, Evie cocked her head to the right. With her left hand, she began to push up on her chin and soft cracks emitted from her neck. Repeating on the other side, she shook out her arms as she stood. "And you are in what grade?" She inquired, one of her delicate brows raising by itself. Brushing a few loose strands out of her face, Evelyn crossed her arms again. This time, it was not out of displeasure or spite, but out of interest. She truly did want to know what grade this person was in. He seemed interesting enough.
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