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[dawnxdawson]

“Someone called me a snack? What does that mean?”

[barot-arya]

Arya couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the females innocence. “It means they want to bang you.” She answered bluntly before turning back to her book. “Was that everything?”

[barot-arya]

“I wanted to rip my hair out when I had to do that,” Cece mused, sounding like she was exaggerating but she was mostly serious. “I love Shakespeare, but I’d rather be writing about his plays, not how he got his muse because that just led to days of headaches until I finished.” 

“I’ve honestly been tempted myself to rip out my own.” She laughed, agreeing with the girl. She found the whole incredibly frustrating. “I’m not that big a fan myself, I find there are so many more literary greats that we could focus on but sadly they are often forgotten in today’s modern times.”

[barot-arya]

“I could’ve told you that. I had to write an essay on Dracula the other day and I was this close to drinking bleach. And at least I can understand the language in Dracula. I need those No Fear Shakespeare books to get through Hamlet in English class.” 

“but I mean at least Dracula has some fascinating background behind it, based off Vlad the Impaler and such.” Arya argued, she would’ve been happy writing an essay about Dracula but this was just boring in her mind. “Plus you could go into the whole penny dreadful movement too.” She added before sighing. “but Shakespeare is just- honestly, I’ve never been a fan.”

[barot-arya]

After a few hours of typing out her latest scientific experiment, Avery’s brain was starting to hurt. She absolutely loved science, knowing she needed quite a lot of it if she wanted to get into medical school. Once she finally typed up the last few words, she leaned back in her chair, sighing a sigh of relief. She hadn’t realized that even though her hypothesis was correct, she still had too much to write. Hearing Arya’s words, she turned to face her and couldn’t help but laugh. “I adore Shakespeare, really, I do, but writing about him, no thank you. I don’t even know who his early influences were…” 

Arya glanced over at the brunette who had begun talking and let out a breath, blowing a piece of raven hair from her face and shaking her head. “It’s ridiculous, can’t I just put the fear of syphilis and finish?” She sighed, turning back to her laptop and staring at the practically blank page. “I mean, we can assume all we want who his early influences were but we’ll never really know. I personally feel that no answer is wrong.”

[barot-arya]

A frown graced Arya’s dark features as she looked over the essay that she was currently working on. All the information was there but she just couldn’t get the words to flow together like she wanted, angrily pressing backspace a few times before letting out a huff. “Who would’ve thought writing an essay on Shakespeare’s early influences would be so difficult.” She muttered to herself before returning to her notes.

[orienexpress-blog]

It was lost. Pacing around her room, she had already torn the covers off of her bed and unpacked and repacked her case a million times but she couldn’t find the thing that she was looking for no matter how hard she searched. “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she ranted to herself, hands on her head as she let out a long sigh and plonked herself down on the end of her dishevelled bed.

[barot-arya]

Arya wasn’t too thrilled about being on this trip but her mother had suggested it, always telling her that she needed to mingle more with her classmates- have more of a social life? How could she have a social life when she felt like an outcast among the students at Kingswood? Pausing as she saw someone frantically searching for something. “What did you lose?” She asked curiously, holding the two textbooks to her chest; may as well keep up with her studies while she was here.

[barot-arya]

Rose began to pout, turning into a sad puppy to hide the fact that she wanted to snap at the other. Yeah, she wasn’t too keen on doing her school work, but who was? “I’ve been trying to do work, I just, don’t have the motivation right now.” Was what she went with instead of snapping, it was best if she kept her emotions in check. It’s better to put up a sad face and butter up the other. “Honestly, I wish I could be like you and other people here. You know, I wish I had your drive and motivation.” 

Arya merely raised an eyebrow at the female. Was she one of the students around here who always had their parents money to rely on? They never had to worry about actually getting decent enough grades to move forward in life, it wouldn’t shock her. “Set goals for yourself.” Arya said with a shrug. “Every two hours, I treat myself to some chocolate if I managed to get two straight hours of studying done.” She explained, turning back to all the work on her laptop. “or you know, just don’t be in the library where people actually want to concentrate on their work.”

[barot-arya]

“oh so you could hear me. You know. It’s not nice ignoring people.” he smirked, picking the books back up and placing them in their place. “I just wanted some attention” 

Arya scoffed at his words, shaking her head. “Did you honestly just do that so you could get my attention?” She asked in disbelief. “How about just asking me a question or tapping me on the shoulder?”

[barot-arya]

“I like to imagine that I am very aware, and it is at least over the number fifty.” He looked cheerful at the fact, as if he was proud of his doings. Even if they had drifted after their father’s arrest, he still loved Arya and knew deep down that nothing he could do could severe their bond–at least, forever, “Hey now–I do not breathe with my mouth usually–unless you’re telling me I snore.” Amos gasped, in shock, unsure himself if it was serious or jokingly, “Do I snore? Am I a snorer? That is…I might as well go to the queen herself and ask her to behead me.” He slumped back in his seat, shaking his head softly, “I’m going to have to buy those nose strips on the TV. You know what I mean?” 

Arya shook her head at her older brother before chuckling softly to herself. Amos was probably one of the few, perhaps the only person, around Kingswood that she allowed her guard to fall down around. Her brother had never let her down once and she highly doubted that he ever would, even if he thought otherwise. “You’re a mouthbreather.” She said bluntly, a sly smile threatening to break across her features as she stared at her brother before picking up an eraser and chucking it at him. “You’re also snorer, I’m sure the girls you’ve shared your bed don’t have the heart to tell you.” She added with a small chuckle, shaking her head. She saw the way many of the girls looked at her brother but she was convinced none of the females at this school were worthy of him. “and you know all those informerical products are a rip off. I thought they came to light when the guy who sold the shamwow got arrested for punching a prostitute.”

[barot-arya]

Max quietly laughed at that. “She’s finally getting her dream to become one with her horse.” At first the girl’s passion for her horse and competitions had been endearing, but through the years the whole situation had gotten weirder and weirder. “Next she’ll try to convert Snot  Boy to join her.”

Arya laughed softly at Max’s comment. “Good, then she might finally shut up about she was robbed off first place dressage.” Rolling her eyes as she glanced over the female, her brows crinkling together slightly. “Snot boy is almost as annoying as horse girl.” Leaning back in the uncomfortable chair slightly. “but at least he doesn’t describe in detail the process of changing a horse shoe.”

[barot-arya]

“What are roommates for? Freshman are the worst, there mainly weirdos.” She wasn’t lying but she couldn’t complain either, it just common to pick on freshman. “What are you working on? If you ever free I was wondering to redecorated the room so it more room for both of us.” 

“I honestly hope and do not think I was that weird in my Freshmen year.” Shuddering slightly at the thought. No, she hadn’t been weird but she had been awkward, at the end of her braces and growing into her legs- just a whole bunch of awkwardness that she felt would never pass. “You know I’m never free but I’d be happy to take some small intervals breaks to help redecorate.”

[barot-arya]

“it’s called having no keyboard finesse– most people don’t type like they’ve got fat fingers.” carson felt a twinge of guilt settle in him for insinuating she had fat fingers, but he didn’t really appreciate being told he was bothering her when he’d just been sitting here, keeping to himself as usual. besides, she started this whole thing when she could have easily gotten up. he’d been here first. “maybe you should worry about your own stuff more than paying so close attention to me, huh? slow and steady wins the race, as the tale goes. rushed work means rushed crap and i don’t mind putting in the time for this.” 

Arya glanced over at the dark haired male from her laptop and arched her eyebrows. “and what if I had swollen fingers from a medical condition or premature arthritis?” She shot back. “Would you call it typing finesse then?” She mocked before turning back to her work. She honestly could care less what the other students at the school thought of her, especially one who felt the need to point out how loud she was typing. “It’s a bit difficult when it literally sounds like I have Darth Vader sitting across from me.” She snapped back, making a point to type a little louder than before.

[teddy-herridge]

“Don’t touch what exactly? This? This right here. WHOOPS!”

[barot-arya]

Arya let out squeal as she watched the boy knock the book from the shelf. “Do you know how long I spent organizing that!” She exclaimed, shaking her head at him. “That was extra, extra credit!”

[barot-arya]

If Amos knew how to do anything–it was how to annoy his sister. Which is why, after spotting Arya alone in the library–no doubt working on something she’d thought was boring, Amos had gleefully taken the spot across from her and begun to work on his calculus. It hadn’t taken long for him to start up his routine of breathing, unnecessarily and annoyingly loudly, before she’d commented on the behavior. Amos let out a small, quiet laugh, leaning forward, “Are you saying that you don’t like how I breathe? I’m honestly, and truly, hurt. This is heartbreak, honestly, I thought I knew it but–sheesh. Hitting me right in my insecurities.” He patted his chest, a look of faux-despair crossing over his features, “Dearest sister, you are killing me in the worst way.” 

Arya couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her older brother. He definitely took his duties of being the bratty older brother seriously, especially these days it felt. “Amos, I don’t think you’re quite aware how many times I considered smothering you when we had to share rooms.” She stated in a low voice as she glanced at him over her laptop, shaking her head. She had always considered herself close to her brother, even if they had drifted slightly as they got older, which was partially, if not mostly, her fault. She reverted into her shell and sometimes there wasn’t room for Amos there. “I mean, you’ve been the definition of mouth breather my entire life and yet,” motioning around them in the quiet library. “I’m still not used to it.”

[barot-arya]

carson looked up from the paper he was writing– everything had been perfectly fine until this moment. frowning at her essentially calling him a mouth-breather. “sorry, must be because i can’t hear myself breathing when you’re over there, beating that keyboard like it stole something from you.” yeah, he was saying she was an INCREDIBLY LOUD TYPIST. 

“It’s called speed typing, I have a lot of work and extra credit to get through.” She replied, as she still typed away on her laptop, not really caring if it was bothering him or not, she had work that needed to get done and she wanted it handed in early so she didn’t have to stress herself anymore. “I mean, not that you know about speed, you’ve been on the same sentence for the past half hour.” She added snidely.

[barot-arya]

Nikita was in the library listening to her music as she was working on her English essay. As she was typing she couldn’t help to hear her roommate making some noise. She notices that she was across a freshman, so she got up to bring her laptop along with her. “Move child, sit somewhere else before shit happens.” And they listen and move away from her and Arya. “You good?” 

Arya glanced up and nodded in appreciation when Nikki got rid of the inset-like Freshmen who had been sitting across from Arya, annoying her for the past half hour. “I am now.” She replied simply, watching as the Freshmen stalked out of the library-tail between his legs. “Thanks.” She added, almost as an after thought.

[barot-arya]

“i only know one way to quiet my breathing, well two but i don’t count sleep”  a smirk resting on his features, “if you’re that bothered” 

Arya wasn’t an unintelligent girl by any means, so she knew exactly what the male was implying. “Technically someone giving you a blow job should actually increase your breathing along with your heartrate.” She said simply, glancing up at him for a brief moment. “So either your penis is mirco-sized or you haven’t had a decent blow job before.”