Elena~

Bored... bored... bored... The whole day has been the same thing over and over again from each of the different teachers, the same set of rules and expectations. Honestly, can't you just say it once and then get on with it? The next class is math, which brigthens me up a bit. Math is my favourite subject, and the one I'm best at - for some reason I've always found it fun. But even before class starts I can tell that this teacher is the type that can ruin any subject - even math. It's only the first day, and he's already yelled at a few people already, for the stupidest reasons ever - for having literature (gasp) on their desk. Seriously? 

Ok sorry couldn't finish I have to go now bye! 

In for the prank! I can't post now.

Caroline~

Organization! Now why in the freaking world is the math teacher talking about organization? I don't need to hear about this! Has he even looked at my locker? I hate messes!

Well, no. That isn't true. You only need to look at my room to see that. But I know where things go. The small pretties on this shelf, the vase of glass flowers on that one. The theatrical keepsakes on the radiator. All the clothes I will either never wear, are costumes, or are to fancy to fold in my drawers go in the closet. Anything I don't know where to put goes on the desk, but even that has a slight orginizational pattern. And my locker is perfectly fine. Coat on that hook. Backpack on that one. Textbooks on the bottom of the pile, then notebooks, then reading books. Plain and simple.

I hate reading while the teacher is talking. In fact, I'm a very rule-abiding person. But I don't like this guy one bit. I miss my old math teacher, the one who would make jokes about everything and talk about the equals sign being the usher to a party that can't let x on the other side of it. He pretended that ELA was his enemy, but he was just kidding, really. This teacher is serious. It's... rather scary.

Pushed on by a sudden drive of anger, I pull The Book Thief out of my bag and flip it open to the page. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you pumps over and over and over again in my mind, in my very blood as I shoot daggers at this witch of a teacher-- no, more like worm. Yes, the worm of a teacher that dares to say that literature classifies lower than dirt, that would make a whole speech simply for the pleasure of humiliating a student (for now I can see that's clearly what he's doing), and who could ignore valuable class time to do it.

"Young lady!" snaps the voice, and I know I've been caught. And as I realize this, my anger ebbs-- it's still there, but more is the fear of getting in trouble. I'm a good student. I don't get yelled at by teachers. But here I am, setting myself up! Why in the world did I think I had the guts to pull this off, to take some sort of stand?

"Do you find this trash acceptable?"

Trash.

He did not just say that.

I might brush this off for other books. Lesser ones. If he described a comic book like that, I could at least understand where he was coming from, even if I disagree.

But not The Book Thief.

This is a true competitor with Harry Potter.

And I'm not finished.

He snatches the book from my hands, and my heart almost breaks. It isn't even my book. It's my grandmother's. She leant it to me last time I visited. He can't take it! I wasn't done!

"Give that back." It's a whisper, maybe even less of one, but it's there.

"What?"

"I said, give it back!" This is not a movie scene. I'm not going to stand up, shout at the teacher, have him submit, and be paraded out of school by the other students. I just want my book back. "I wasn't finished. And it isn't even mine. I'm borrowing it." I'm speaking to my desk now. "I would get it if it was mine. But it isn't."

"Well, you'll just have to buy whoever you borrowed it from a new one."

Rage boils up inside me like an inferno. I want to scream, but I don't. "Come on. Give it to me. I'll put it away and I'll pay attention to the correct way to dust the corners of my locker."

Oh. Whoops. I just ruined it, didn't I? I decided to sass him. There is nothing worse in a diplomatic conversation than sass, next to perhaps physical contact, which I may be going into soon. I just ruined any chance of getting my book back, unless...

"What did you say, young lady?"

Young lady again. I'm in trouble. His voice is dripping with malice.

This is my moment. I can look up at him, stare him straight in the eye, and bellow out all of the idiotic, stupid, tyrranical things he's done in only twenty minutes.

And I would.

If I was speaking to a kid.

But I'm not.

So instead, I simply mumble, "Nothing."

With fair warning that I'd better watch my mouth from now on, he tosses my precious book onto his desk and goes on with his preach about cleanliness. I'm not listening. I'm mentally hitting myself over, and over, and over, and over.

Now who knows if I'll ever get my book?

Okay, I know I'm reaaaaalllly late, but can I join? Please? I've read all the posts. I'm caught up on everything. I'm sorry. But I just can't resist this RP.

I'm making a list of people so I can keep track of everyone. Sorry if I missed anyone.

Me-xue- Emma Zhang

St. Owl- Caroline Preston

Elena P./The Riddler- Elena Zaidi 

Cho Chang- Hannah Levine

Booksy Owly- Emily Ashton

Daphne H.- Daphne Clarke

Coconut the Dog- Miri Levine 

Darth Kitty- Lena Bastion

ArabellaInterstellar- Arabella Carter

Shadow Dragon- Jessica York

Abigail S.- Abigail Simmons 

ClassyNat/Lavender- Kate Spencer

Joss- Giselle Harper

Parker S. -Parker Smith

Ice Wolf- Isabelle Wrem 

Bluebird- Amelia Spencer(Possibly?)

And the people doing the prank so far are-

Elena, possibly Hannah, and Parker. We probably need a few more people to do it, and if anyone has a good idea for a prank, tell me.

Oops, sorry, Mei! So for the prank is Emma, Elena, Parker, and possibly Hannah. 

I'll post in a little bit but I'm really exhausted right now.

And I really want to do the prank, but I'm trying to keep it real, and in real life I'm WAAAAAY too much of a goody-two-shoes. I wouldn't dare. I would probably be hiding behind my book silently cheering you guys on.

Is it okay for me to post? Because no one said I could or couldn't join. Sorry if I'm annoying anyone.

Amelia~

I arrive to class late, which is usually something I don't do. The teacher is in the middle of a lecture about orginazation. He yells at one girl. "Do you find this trash acceptable?" While he's paying attention to making our lives miserable, I sit down at the back of the classroom with no one noticing.

The teacher is still scolding that girl. I hear her say,"Give it to me. I'll put it away and I'll pay attention to the correct way to dust the corners of my locker." Yeah, girl! Take that, Mr. Blits! He still refuses to give her back her book. Ugh, that jerk. No one takes my books! Or anyone else's, for that matter. Maybe I can steal the book back. No, I don't want to get in trouble. Well, I have to find a way to get Caroline's book back, somehow. 

I hear a few girl talking by me. Emma, Elena, and a few others. "What are we going to do, though?" I hear one of them ask. Being the annoying and curious person that I am, I tap one of the girls on the shoulder and ask, "Do what?" One of them replies, "We're playing a prank on Mr. Blits. Want to help?" I nod tentatively. "Will I get caught?"  "No, we're making sure we will be impossible to catch." I smile, because now I have a way to get revenge on Mr. Blits. You might ask, am I overreacting? It's just one book, for heaven's sake. Well, for one, overreacting is my middle name! Usually, I overreact only in my head, though. Two, Caroline said it was her grandmother's book, and it obviously means a lot to her. I want to get it back. Knowing that I'm doing the right thing, I say, "I'm in."

~Hannah~ "Young lady!" snaps the voice. Seriously people? Have you not figured out rules to keep you from getting into trouble, but still able to read?! "Do you find this trash acceptable?"

Well, what book is it? Maybe then we can discuss terms of ransom.