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Sophmore at Harvest Academy

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Koma-Alert || Komari and Antoinette

@hotpotcheer

While Antoinette had hoped that taking volleyball this year might get her out of the actual hell that was jogging around in these stupid gym uniforms, it had turned out that their teacher had other ideas--on some trail tiny, wooded trail no less. She might not have been happy about this, but Antoinette had always been of the belief that if you’re going to do anything, you had better do it right. So nary a complaint was heard from the blue haired princess each day as she changed and as she stretched. Over the school year thus far, she had gone from running with no form and trailing far behind, winded before they’d made real progress to comfortably keeping up.

Despite her progress, mistakes still happened--today, for example, Antoinette had been so fixated on propelling herself forward and to the front of the crowd (because, whether the teacher admitted it or not, Antoinette saw this as a race) that she hadn’t paid attention to the obstacles on the ground in front of her and managed to get her foot tangled up in a root, sending her crashing down to the ground with a yelp as she skidded her knees and palms against the pebbles and twigs littering the ground and smeared dirt across her front.

Most of her classmates didn’t spare her so much as a glance as she attempted to pull her foot free, but she only froze in shock when a pair of girls actually laughed at her. Caught off guard, Antoinette’s features softened and slackened in surprise. Tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, she gritted her teeth and took a deep breath before forcefully yanking her foot out from the root with a sharp, hissing inhale of pain.

Even then, she was at another impasse--even touching her foot to the ground left her ankle throbbing and tears welling and it was when Antoinette was considering the implications (was she going to have to just sit here and wait until--if she did at all--their teacher noticed she was missing from class and sent someone to get her? What then?) when she heard approaching footsteps.

She sniffed harshly, hurrying to wipe at her eyes before the girl could catch her.

“Don’t you have better things to do than gawk?” Antoinette snapped, expecting nothing but more laughter 

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Sweet Treats || Open to Multiple

【☀】~ Even though she wasn’t in the cooking class, Lillie was in it often enough (helping out Miss Clementine, of course ♡) that she might as well have been considered an honorary student or member of the club, and whenever she found herself with an afternoon not filled with studying or club practice, she would use the kitchen in the classroom for some cooking practice. Cooking was something she had taken a liking to in the years after her mother’s death, and it helped Lillie to feel closer to her.

             On this particular day, she had decided to bake some cupcakes, layering the frosting in three different colors so that it would resemble candy corn. And as a sweet little bonus, she places a single piece of actual candy corn on the top of each one! Halloween was coming up after all, so it wouldn’t hurt to start getting into the spirit of it a tad early. As far as Halloween themes went, pumpkins might have been a better choice, but… well.

              She wasn’t exactly a fan of pumpkins.

              Sighing at the thought, she packs all of the cupcakes into a box, heading out of the classroom and into the hall afterwards. “Free cupcakes!” She calls as she moves through the halls, intent on giving them out to anyone interested. “I’m giving out a cupcake each, to anyone in need of a little after-school pick me up!” 

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While Antoinette was not busy, for once, she stilled hurried through the hall, speed walking through the hall with her bag slung over her shoulder and a well worn binder carefully held under her arm as her shoes nearly announced her presence as they clacked against the linoleum.

And then a vaguely familiar girl practically jumped into her path, announcing--louder than her morning alarm clock--that she was handing out snacks. As if that wasn’t obvious to anyone that saw her, with how she was waving them about and... Goddess, Antoinette was almost worried she’d get the bright orange frosting onto her if she got too close.

... Still, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hungry, and if she wanted to get her spot in the library--where she always sat--she couldn’t really waste time running to any of the stores on campus. With a sigh, she took a moment to pull her bag strap higher up on her shoulder before approaching. 

“I’ll take one, if it’ll stop your yelling.” As she said this, accepting a cupcake from the brunette (was she from one of her classes?), she eyed the colorful frosting suspiciously. If it was like that nasty neon frosting that cheap, stores liked to use, she wasn’t going to hesitate to toss it in front of the girl--she didn’t care about whether or not she worked hard on it.

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Study Session || Jamie and Antoinette

@meekhearted

If there was one thing Antoinette couldn’t stand in her classes it was group projects. Having to trust some immature, talkative classmate to focus on the project and not drag her grade down? At least she could usually try and pick someone somewhat competent to work with or take complete control of the project, a feat easily accomplished with how little work ethic her peers seemed to have.

But when the teacher assigned the pairings? That’s when she got stuck with people like Jamie--aggravating and unwilling to let her do this on her own. While he was competent enough her grade never dropped horribly whenever they were paired, and it did keep happening, but all she could focus on until the got their grade back was the many ways they could do better or how he must be holding her back.

With her patience for him already so low, there was very little room for him to make honest mistakes--such as failing to show up on time. While she waited, she pulled out her papers and looked them over, though they were far enough into the assignment that she needed him--more importantly, his share of the work--to continue. At the most, it was ten minutes. Hell, one could even argue that Antoinette had actually shown up too early--it wouldn’t be the first time. But she didn’t like Jamie, so she was very quick to blame him. She didn’t even spare a glance when she heard his approach or when he pulled his chair out across from her. Sniffing harshly, she looked up, tap-tap-tapping away at the library table with the eraser of her pencil, only when he was sat.

“I trust you have a good reason for showing up late, Jamie.” Not even a hello, but that’d be breaking routine.

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Fairest Of Them All || RenFaire Costume

While Antoinette had too much self respect to be seen in some cheap piece of cloth bought from the nearest  discount costume store, unlike some of her peers, she still was interested in dressing up for the Renaissance Fair--in fact, it was the whole reason she’d signed up. She found the idea of creating something that fit the occasion would be an interesting challenge, a test of her skills. While she didn’t have the time nor the materials to put together a costume, she did manage to heavily alter a dress. Antoinette had to say... she was happy with the results, though it was a bit too long on her. 

What she didn’t realize as she looked at her self from both sides in her mirror, was that her dress would be absolutely ruined by the end of the night.

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Familiar Face || Freya and Antoinette

@lovelycitrusperfume

After the day she’d had trying to explore the faire on her own, Antoinette had started looking for Freya--on her own, she’d both managed to annoyed by her group and by whats-his-face, who she was only rid of because he needed to go meet up with his group. While she was almost disappointed there was no one with her again--solely because people bumped a pair less than they did the thin girl while she was alone.

Somehow, though, she had a feeling she hadn’t seen the last of the pest today. Goddess knows he never got the point that he was the one bothering her. Even if the rides they’d gone on hadn’t been the worst in the world... his company nearly ruined them.

... Still, she had to admit--where he was far away and unable to hear--that she’d had... fun, if only a little.

She had just slipped her phone out, considering simply calling the older girl, when she noticed her standing at the back of a line at one of the booths, though Antoinette couldn’t quite tell what booth from here. Gathering up the edge of her skirt to... not quite run, but somewhere between speed walking and jogging, over without tripping or sullying her dress. Her irritable face, frozen in a grimace, melted when she’d reached her friend to sheer relief, the tiniest of smiles slipping into place.

At the very least, this one was genuine.

 “Freya, there you are.” She let go of the fabric in her tightly balled hands, smoothing it out a moment as she came to stop beside her friend. “I’ve been looking all over for you--this place is so...” Disconcerting? It certainly made Antoinette anxious, nervous even. “... Crowded.”

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Get Together || Emiko and Antoinette

@spiritualmaiden

It was rare that Antoinette sought out company, much preferring to spend what free time she had alone, drawing up sketches or finding somewhere away from prying eyes to look over the binder of her grandmother’s designs. In fact, it was often hard for her to focus on much else. That all said, Emiko and Freya (and her father, naturally) were exceptions to a steadfast rule.

While she sat in the library, she was far from doing any heavy reading or studying--instead, the thick magazine she had open in front of hers was the sort of thing you were meant to keep on a coffee table, pages and pages filled with Japanese street fashion. The other magazines on the table around her were similar, though promising styles from different parts of the world. With a soft, almost surprising thud from the pages, she closed the magazine and took out her phone, something that... didn’t really get much use.

In fact, she believed the most recent test she’d sent was to her father, but even that wasn’t terribly often--the girl torn between her over-attachment and not wanting to bother him if he might be busy working. Nonetheless, she tapped out letters slowly and carefully, unsure of an phrasing and deleting the whole thing a few times before sending a couple of short, to the point texts to Emiko.

[ to: Emiko Yukaku ] Emiko, are you busy today?  If not, write back. [ to: Emiko Yukaku ] We should talk over lunch. -- A