Name: Marceline Amera 

Appearance: Curly dark brown hair, big dark brown eyes, petite, tan skin 

Personality: Bouncy,gutsy, strong, ambitious, hopeful 

Pets: A pet cat named Cor 

What class are you in (writing, art, PE, math): Art!

Other: Nothing at the moment

Start Now!

The plane pulles up at the runway, and everyone disenbarks. They are lead inside the school. Inside, they are told that they will only take the one class of their choice: either Writing, Math, Art, or PE, and everyone is sorted to their separate rooms. 

Cleo~

I survey the school and the students. My class of choice is going to be Writing. I follow some other students towards my dorm. 

At least, I try. There is such a large crowd, that it is difficult to push my way through politely.

However, a dark haired boy has no scruples about that like I do. He bellows, "Clear the way!" Naturally, no one pays attention, so he bowls over several people, punching them in the face. There is a collective gasp and the people closest to him scuttle out of the way. I am infuriated.

I push my way through the crowd and shake a fist in his face. "Just who do you think you are?" I yell at him. 

He looks surprised, then smug. "I'm Thomas, and the PE teacher. You look like you're in PE. What's your name?"

"That's none of your business, but I am in Writing and my name is Cleo. Just don't be a jerk and don't start punching people for no reason." I snap, then walk away. A minute later, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I spin around, expecting it to be Thomas.

But instead, there is a sandy haired, freckled, tall and muscular boy with tan skin standing behind me. "Oh, sorry if I startled you." He said. I stared at him, then inwardly shook myself.

So what if he's super cute? Focus. I scolded myself. 

He hurried on, "That was awesome, what you did with Thomas. That kid's a jerk. Anyway, my name is Soren."  

Okay guys I'm in so is Ella but I'm changing her name...to Alexa she will be a little different I'll take over Jackson and I still have ash hunter and Leo, I'll update by Monday to Tuesday, but I live in Washington, so I don't know how bad the storm is we might not have power, I would do some right now, but I'm writing on my phone since I'm in California!!!! I'll be back soon though. So if you guys could include any of my charrie that would be awesome also, Jackson and Leo HATE each other. Leo likes Alexa but she and Jackson are best friends but Alexa wants to be more but is to shy to come right out and say it. And Jackson has no idea what Alexa thinks.

Mira's going to be in P.E., even though she's a book worm. But she doesn't want to be in writing, art, and especialy not math. Besides, she's learned some usefull tecnique from her books, it may come in handy. 

~Mira

The bell rings. I close my book, sling my bag over my shoulder, and walk into the school. After asking around, I find my way to the gymnasium. A few students are talking to each other, laughing as if they're already best friends. I stiffen, and turn away. Who's gonna want to be friends with a geek who's athletic? No one, that's who. Sitting down on a bench, I take out my book again. It's about anchient Japan, analyzing Ningas and the Samari, methods, belifes, and weapons. I'm about 3/4s done when someone smacks the book out of my hand. "Hey!" I say, glaring at the guy who did it. He laughs, "Are you supposed to be in the writers class nerd?" He says. "Sorry, but I think I'm fine in P.E." He cracks himself up. "Seriously skin and bones? You've got to be kidding me!" I roll my eyes, pick up my book and walk away. An enemy already.

River~~

I choose art. Some kid near me says, "Art is for babies. Why not take something that will help you in the real world, like math? I ignore them. Who needs people like that??  As I walk to my dorm, I see several people who are laughing and pointing at a girl with short, dark, hair. In a "boy's" haircut.

She punches one of them and stalks off. I shiver. What type of people are these?? 

Hmm. Kinda stuck as to what to write. 

Soren~

I've already met Thomas, as I had to go check in with my teacher and unfortunately, I had to pick PE. Oh well, I'll survive.

But I decided to stay mostly out of Thomas' way to avoid trouble. So I was astonished when a pretty girl went up to him fearlessly and yelled at him in front of everybody. Oooh, Thomas was mad.  

Afterwards, I went up to the girl and found out that she was the teacher for Writing and her name was Cleo. I asked for her phone number, too. I want to see her again, but for now I should go get ready for PE class.  

Ok, we need this to move forward. 

Cleo~

"Writing students!" I call. "All writing students this way, please!"

Some of the, gave me skeptical looks, and I got a few eye rolls.

"Who put you in charge?" They asked sourly.

"I am your teacher! You will do as I say immediately! Follow me to your first class!"

"So soon? It's only the first day. We've barely just arrived." Complained one.

"Come on, stop wasting time." I barked. Boy, it was a slow bunch. PE kids were much more fit, and they ran eagerly to their first class. My students, on the other hand... well, let's just say they weren't exactly happy about this.

But moving right along here...  

Azalea~

I open the locket around my neck by pressing it in just the right place. Inside is a tiny speaker that is activated when the locket is opened. 

"I'm in." I whisper, barely moving my lips. I can only hope that my message was received. This school is full of secrets...and I mean to find some out. As we organize into classrooms, I act shy and confused. I muddle up my paperwork and pretend to cry about it (successfully tearing up when I think of my beautiful American mansion that I left behind when coming to England. When questioned, I give my: I'm homeschooled and this is a new experiance for me story, which is mostly true. I have been homeschooled all my life. 

~-~

Once I am settled in my new home, I set about looking for a friend. Someone that I can get information out of, and yet someone naive enough to trust me, at least at first. I keep my eyes open when choosing my class (art). Looking around, I see someone in the same group I am, being teased for choosing art. Perfect, I think, plastering on a shy and friendly smile. Someno who has just been hurt will be more welcome to open friendship...

Okay so this will be hard since I'm writing on my phone but I need to update so...

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ALEXA

First day of school man am I exited...not. at least Jackson is in my class as he has been for the last six years. I had thrown on old soccer shorts a tank top and put my hair in a messy high pony tail. I had five minutes till class so I deced to take my usual morning run. Unfortunately, it was raining. Focusing on making my way through the down pour I don't notice a tallish girl, who I happen to bump into. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry" I say helping her up.

"Don't worry about it," the girl said.

I held up my hand and said "hi, I'm Lexi," the girl looked me over trying to deced if I were kidding

"Im, Ash, let me guess, your in pe?" I guess my clothes were a dead give away.

"Yeah, I was going to join writing but no more space," I explained. She nodded attentively I don't know how, but thei just knew she was in writing. "Hey, so I don't want to sound desperate, but do you want to hangout later I know great restaurant right out side of campus," I said hoping I wasn't coming off to strong. She nodded and I was actually surprised, my fried said pe and writing kids didn't get along well here i wonder why?

Okay, I found out why, Thomas the evil.  If you do one little thing wrong you run twenty laps around our giant gym. Today he was making us climb the fourty foot rock wall in the gym, once he said it my hands started quaking, every since I had broken my arm last year from rock climbing I've been terrified of it. 

"Alexa turnleaf up then down starting now!' he yelled   I looked over at Leo my brother like friend, he gives me a thumb up, he was there when my arm snapped. I shudder at the thought of the cracking sound. I walk up, and put my hands on a bright colored rock pulling my feet off the ground. Praising myself as I go. I was found great Intel I looked down the ground seemed way to far away for only 30 feet. I reach up and find air. I'm falling but it feels like a nightmare this can't happen again I panic as land and something makes a barely audibly oof.  I look up and find myself staring into beautiful choco eyes. Jackson had caught me right before I hit the ground. I opened my mouth to thank him but my voice seemed to have disappeared.

"It's fine," he whispered in my ear, as he puts me down. I turn to face Thomas. His face red with anger. 

"What was that?!" he screamed " I told you to climb not fall like a dieing pigeons! I know your a girl and all but your at least supposed to be able to not fall!" And under his breath he muttered "stupid useless girls can't do anything right" he went over the line. Without realizing it my fist seemed to raise and punch him in the jaw. Not strong enough to break anything bigger than his ego, but in my defence that is pretty big. "Oh that is it 50 laps now!" He hissed through clenched teeth.

"No," I say back  

"Look turnleaf, I think you forgotten that I can fail you and give detention, you own me some respect." He said raising his own fist. My courage seemed to vanish, I became a small little girl to scard to move, and I really hate to admit that. I watched in horror as his hand came at me in slow motion.  I saw Leo running towered me. But I knew he was to far. My fave collies with his fist and I'm out cold. The last thing I remember is Leo at my side checking my pulse and signing in relief.

Wait, what? I had no idea you were the writing teacher, Gared. You never said that. 

Umm... you are gonna post pretty frequently, then, right? 

Ok, if I can't be the writing teacher, at least let Cleo be the PE teacher and Thomas can be the student. I have been one of the most active posters on all the boarding school threads, I can handle being a teacher, but I don't want to be an art teacher or a math teacher.  

Thanks in advance. ;)