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@cartcrgrace
“So she tried to correct me and say that the pharaoh Hatshepsut was a male. I had online articles up before she could even say Hatshepsut again. —But evidently she didn’t like being corrected in from of the whole class so now I have to write a paper on Hatshepsut for her.”
masxnwilsxn:
Okay, it’s official. I’m both sleepwalking and sleep-eating. I woke up to another half eaten plate of tacos. – Out of all things… tacos? Why not pizza, or ice cream cake.
That sounds like a dangerous combination you’ve got there. Tacos do seem a little odd, have you been thinking about getting tacos recently or something?
rose-barnes-rogers:
Rose plays the keys gently, her voice coming out soft but strong. Her eyes closed, letting her hand float over the keys and getting lost in the music. She finishes the verse and opens her eyes, hands still playing around, songs changing. She looks in the doorway and sees a body, “Like what you heard?”
Grace heard the sound of music down the hallway, and followed the sound. She wandered through the halls before finding the source. Grace finally reached the room and leaned against the door frame. When the song finished she clapped quietly and smiled. “I did, that was great,” she said cheerfully.
carterlowel:
“Last day of lock down - you know what that means? Shots! Shots! Shots!”
Grace rolled her eyes and stared at her brother, “Seriously?”
demurexdevil:
“Your suggestion sure does sound rather- a tad suggestive?” She arched her eyebrow.
“Yeah, no. Not what I meant.”
casstinger:
“Uh, not really. I thought about shrinking down and stop them, but that sucks.”
“I don’t think that’s the best idea, it might give the protesters more reason to dislike you.”
scarletlegacy:
“Looks scary out there,” she sighed. “I think my heart’s gonna explode.”
“It’s not so bad, we could take ‘em,” she said, “You okay?”
captspangles:
Steve stood back watching the scene outside from a top floor window in the school, a disgruntled look on his face. “The world never really changes, there is always something someone is protesting. Despite how wrong they are.”
"That’s sounds very philosophical,” she remarked and took a few steps closed. “How’s it looking out there? Any change at all?” she asked before peering out the window.
demurexdevil:
“I’m aiming it at the damn door it won’t open!” She said, emphasising it with another ramming of it, the door remaining fully secure. “There’s such a thing as too good of a security system you know.” She sighed looking rather melancholic.
“It’s not going to open, we’re on lock down until administration lets us out,” she spoke. “I’d have to disagree, this security system is doing its job very well, it’s not too much.”
casstinger:
“Neither would that attitude,” Cassie commented and paced around. “We need to make a plan because they’re humans and we are even cooler humans.”
Grace’s eyes followed as Cassie paced. “What kind of plan were you thinking? If it’s a good plan, I might be on board for it. But only if it’s a good plan.”
casstinger:
Cassie groaned and threw her head back. “Can’t I just stomp on those little suckers and show them who the bigger person is?”
“I could be wrong, but I don’t think that plan is going to work.”
bosborn:
Brenna shrugged her shoulders, she wasn’t all that sure of what to think of about the lock down. It’s not like she had anyone waiting at home, maybe except for a tub of ice cream waiting to be eaten; however, that wasn’t the worst situation. She had no parents waiting at home to welcome her in a huge hug. Scrunching her nose she stared at the computer, watching the news and the cameras around the place. Brenna would be lying if she said she was shocked that this was occurring; some people ceased to forget history repeats itself.
“Me? I could do something, but I’m not allowed. I’m not trying to get fired here nor do I want to die.” She swiveled around in her chair and pushed her hair behind her ear.
Grace had been instructed to email her mother updates as much as possible while under the lock down. She didn’t mind the lock down so much but she could tell that tensions were running high. She had stumbled upon the stranger and placed her hands on her hips, listening. “So you’re really not going to do anything? Nothing at all. I don’t think either of those things would happen,” she said.
demurexdevil:
“No! Come on!” She yelled she kicked at the door and punched it. “Oh for goodnessake!” She groaned rattling the door once more. “This school is goddamned pain in my ass!” She growled making up a fire-ball aiming for the door.
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Grace could hear yelling and other strange noises from a few feet away. She poked her head around the corner in time to see a fire ball forming. ‘Woah,” she spoke, “Be careful where you aim that thing.”
motherwanda:
Wanda paused, wondering why the girl’s tone was so antagonistic when Wanda had done nothing to her. “I do not want anything from you,” she said. “I was just walking by as a shortcut to get to the courtyard. I am sorry if I bothered you.”
“My bad, I’m sorry,” she spoke after taking a breath. Grace ran a hand through her hair and looked at the ground. “It’s not a problem, I think ‘m just really tired.”
starspangledson:
“What makes you think I want anything from you? I just want to get my own workout in. It has literally nothing to do with you, sorry to burst your bubble.”
“My mistake, I just assumed that you did. I mean, normally people don’t come in while you’re working out unless they want something from you.”
Grace gave the bag one final punch and stepped away. “I’m done now, what do you want from me?” she grumbled. She walked towards her bag and retrieved her bottle of water from it.
deuteronomycho:
Dewey hated training so he decided to take a break, turning music from his phone so he could have some fun instead of punching a bag for an hour straight. Rhianna’s ‘S&M’ song hit the speakers and the dark haired boy started to bob his head along with the music. Soon enough he was dancing and singing along without a care. “Chains and whips excite m-OH!” He exclaimed as he pivoted his feet for a ‘fancy’ dance move only to see someone in the doorway watching this embarrassing display.
Grace slung her gym bag over her shoulder and left her room. She walked distractedly down the hall, looking at her surroundings. Grace wandered until she found the gym. She could head a noise coming from inside the room so she walked slowly into the room. She stood in the doorway and could help but let out a little laugh when she saw a stranger dancing and singing.