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Boarding School
Boarding School
"Dear Student," the sign on the door says, "You and your entire class are invited to the most highly esteemed boarding school in London. Do not fret, a plane flight has been arranged, and your belongings loaded on the plane. Please proceed to the buses."
Everyone was shocked, and some yelled out. But in the end, they proceeded to the buses, to start a new life.
So, here is how this will work:
Everyone will get to pick one subject they like the most, and that will be the place you live. The subjects are:
Math
Writing
Art
Physical Activity
And no trading cards/collectibles are allowed in the school. Music has to be very old, like classical or medieval. Ok, here is the Character sheet;
Name
Age: You have to be under 18
Favorite Subject: listed above
Appearance:
Gender:
Pet(s); Max. Three
Would you like to be an Assistant Writer? Assistant Writers help me write the story.
Do you want a Social or Academic Plotline?; Social Plotlines are about the events and friends and crushes and that stuff, while Academic Plotlines are about studying, and getting good grades, and being a nerd and that stuff.
Also, at any time, you can change part of you character, and that will have impacts on the story.
Ready to begin?
submitted by Gared
(July 3, 2016 - 9:52 am)
(July 3, 2016 - 9:52 am)
So, this is how today will work. We will do art. So, we can do any art we like, but it has to be art. This is what all of the other subjects are doing; it's called a study day. Got that?
(July 4, 2016 - 9:26 am)
I hope it's not too late to join...?
Name: Rosalyn
Age: 14
Favorite Subject: Writing
Appearance: Long dark brown hair, brown eyes with flecks of hazel, medium height.
Gender: Female
Pet(s); 1, a small tabby cat named Owl.
Would you like to be an Assistant Writer? Assistant Writers help me write the story. No, thanks.
Do you want a Social or Academic Plotline?; Social Plotline, please.
(July 4, 2016 - 9:31 am)
Welcome to writing. Today we are just hanging out and writing. There is a dance soon, and you will want a partner.
(July 4, 2016 - 9:56 am)
I know this sounds like Mr. Grumpy wants perfection, but I would really like to know all this, so could you please remember to fill out your character sheet completely? That way I know what you want your character to do! Thanks.
(July 4, 2016 - 9:36 am)
Another thing, could we just say everyone is thirteen? That might make it easier to remember, and because my plan was for everyone to be in the same grade.
(July 4, 2016 - 9:59 am)
Yes, Gared, I am perfectly fine with being thirteen if that helps you keep things organized.
(July 4, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
And for the dance... It will be easier to find partners if everyone is thirteen.
(July 4, 2016 - 1:15 pm)
Sorry, but I'm staying 11. I would freak out if someone asked my character to the dance.
(July 4, 2016 - 6:10 pm)
Why is everyone going somewere else! Math is cool! Really, it is!!
(July 4, 2016 - 10:01 am)
So, today we are doing a game of capture the flag. With, uh, water guns. So the rules, If you get squirted, go to jail. Other than that, it is like normal capture the flag!
(July 4, 2016 - 10:52 am)
Anyone want to write about breakfast for their own character?
(July 4, 2016 - 11:00 am)
As Gared woke up, and woke everyone else up, with a drum solo, Rosalyn, a new person, walked up to him. Gared was wearing a tee shirt with a fish on it, blue jeans, and Convers Chuck Taylors with hole in them like something hit by a bomb. Rosalyn asked,"What are we doing today?"
Gared, taken by surprise at the harshness of the sudden attack, took an involuntary step back. "Well," he muttered, "today we are just... writing. See, the school- Are you American?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Well, take the American Middle school. There are all sorts of people, jammed into a small space. They are angry, creative, everything. Well, in this school, we are separating the people into groups of people. Then, we let everything recede into anarchy. So, eventually a few people take over, and that is that. Some days we have other classes, but we mostly just write. Too much information. Oh, here--" he handed Rosalyn a leatherbound book titled Collection of Medieval and Renaissance Fairie Tales
"Annotate this please," Gared said, pulling out a much battered Chromebook. "Use this to look up any weird words. Ok?"
"Sure," she replied.
(July 4, 2016 - 11:29 am)
Ashlee shook her head as she looked over the giant horde of kids in the cafeteria. Not many were in her own dorm, Writing. She grabbed breakfast - soggy oatmeal and a cup of water - and sat down next to the only Writer Student she could find, Ella.
"Have you found a partner for the dance yet? I am not sure I'll be going," Ashlee asks, glancing at the table of the popular Physical Activity kids.
The girl glances at me, spoon in hand, and her purple eyes studying me.
"Not yet," she replies quietly, following my glance to the popular kids. "Who cares to ask a shy kid to the dance? A Writer Student at that. Not them, that is for sure."
"Well..." I say hesitantly. "There is next year."
"And it will be worse! We will be Freshman then, those kids will be the jocks of the school," Ella says, looking back to the cold food. "We will be loners for all of high school."
"But... what about the art kids?" I ask, trying to cheer her up. "Maybe they will come with us."
Ella shakes her head, obviously disappointed in my oblivious, hopeful point of view.
"One, they are ART kids. Two, I don't think there are any boys in there. And three, if there was, they are already gone with someone else. Art kids are popular. We are the bottom of the chain."
We end the conversation at that, eating silently. Something about the school throws me off, but I say nothing more.
(July 4, 2016 - 1:23 pm)
I walk up to the Writing kids, the ones named Ashlee and Ella.
"Shhhhh, I want you to follow me, and be very quiet. I would hate to have to knock out another PE kid. They are cowards, and mostly pretty weak."
I waved aside the glares from the PE and Art kids.
We walked up to the math Dorm, with a few other writing kids, where there was a kitchen. And there was real food. Pancakes. I motioned to Abby, who explained, "It was for the frations unit."
We ate the pancakes, and left hurriedly.
"See," I said."The school is fine with it, but the PE and Art kids hate it. So hurry back."
(July 4, 2016 - 2:22 pm)
Out in the field, Thomas walked in front of the crowd of teens.
"Alright," he barked. "The two captains we will have are Cleo and Soren. You make the plans, and make the team. Now, go choose your team."
(July 4, 2016 - 1:23 pm)