accio july fifteen **

Ashlei's Splendid Set Challenge:
Picture 22- The batman tights (:
 
Question:
Do you believe in fate? Why/Why not?
 
Fate. Now, thats a hard one. I suppose the answer is both yes and no. Let me elaborate.
I believe that everything happens for a reason, that all our actions have effects on ourselves and other people. I believe in two types of choices- active and er.. non-active? Like, some choices are decisions that, once made, will alter your life and will shape your future, and that others, whilst you think you have made them, were actually made for you in a sense- that whatever you chose to do, the final outcome would have alwasy turned out the same, no matter what choice you made. Is that fate? Idk. If it is, then yeah, I suppose I do believe in it, yes.

4th October- Spirit week.
 
I hate spirit week. Yet another oppertuny for the well loved cheerleaders to show off their ever-shrinking uniforms in some gastly diplay of acrobatics. School spirit? I think not. More of a catalogue of sluts for the eager boys to flick through at their leisure. School spirit my arse.
I wake to the endless noise that the first few weeks bring. New kids getting lost; seniors pulling pranks; people settling into dorms- the usual. On the wall of the dorm is a notice board, with one note that was already here when I got here. 'Spirit week- show off your spirit to the school.'
That gives me an idea.
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After a few hours of creativity, I leave the art room dressed from head to toe in orange paint, with a paper-mache fish body suit. One twist; the fish is dead.
 

 

RP anyone?
(She is anywhere, but wearing a dead fish outfit, the usual really :P)

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29th September- prank week.
 
I opened my eyes to the never ending noise that, again, erupts in my 'house'. My sisters are screeching in an uncomprehendable pitch, something about mascara I think.
I rise from my afternoon nap, a better use of time that completely math homework, I think. Now that I'm awake, I should probably work my way to finishing it, but I think against it and, instead, make my way back into school; I may as well get ahead whilst I can. I make sure to watch my steps as a maneourve through the matrix of booby traps and eggs shells that litter the maze of coridoors. Being a junior, it is aparrently my turn to revel in the fact that I am no longer the youngest in the school by throwing eggs and setting up various pranks for the new Sophmores.
However, I have other things on my mind; new roomates. I haven't really moved into my room- instead preferring my cramped room at my parents house. But, sooner or later, I will have to find my room and move my box of belongings there. The question is, sooner or later? I choose the latter.
Avoiding yet another egg attack, I head for the art room; somewhat of a santuary amongst the mayhem of high school.
 

RP below anyone?
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willow geist
- 17
- junior
- emily browning
 
name; Willow Geist
nicknames;
age; 17
grade; junior
biography; Willow is middle child of five children; having two older brothers and younger, twin, sisters, she was always the odd one out of the family. In the business of family life, Willow was often overlooked as she didn't need or want as much attention as her siblings. Not that she felt unloved, but she prefered her own company to the company of her busy family. She found safety and love with books, and soon fell into a world of her own. It would be fair to say that she lives more through her books that she lives her own life. She doesn't need company, but doesn't push it away. She can be quite quiet, but is more friendly that she often comes accross. She is extremely bright with written work, but has always hated numbers and any subjects assoicated with maths.
likes; Books & reading; if anyone needs her, they usually look in the library.
Animals; she loves them. She finds them fanscinating, and good company as they don't judge- like her.
Hardworking people; she really appriecated people who have worked hard at a skill, even if she herself isnt a fan of the talent.
Friends; she loves her friends, and is very loyal.
Music; more recently, she has fallen for the guitar, after finding one in the skip. It has given her a new insite to sound.
dislikes; Noise; she can't stand execessive noise. She isn't asking everyone to tip toe around and whisper, but she hates it when people are ridicullously loud for no reason.
Drunks & smokers; she hates watching people slowly destroy themselves- whats wrong with being sober?
People who judge; Willow isn't one to hold an opinion of someone, at least until she knows them well enough. She can't stand when people make flash decisions about her without even talking to her.
anything else;
model; Emily Browning
story;
Willow's eyes flew open at the sound of her violently beeping alarm clock which told her it was eight o'clock. "Rats!" she exclaimed under her breath. She was late, again. She threw on the first dress she could find in her wardrobe, grabbed her bag and flew out of the door; snatching an apple from the fruit bowl as she left. Munching hungrily, she ran through the maze of coridoors, bare footed, to school. She couldn't be late again.
Swinging open the door to the maths classroom, she landed on her seat at the back of the room right before the teacher walked in. She could sense the sniggers of the girls around her without having to look around. She sat alone in maths class, as it was her least favourite, and usually spent the lesson staring into space or reading a book under the table.
Leaning back in her chair she began to daydream...
"Willow!" the teachers voice boomed across the room. She gulped.
"What is the third root of twenty-seven?" the teacher asked.
"I..." she said, hopelessly playing with the number in her head, "I...I don't know."
"Okay. What is the sum of two to the power seven and six to the power four?" the voice boomed.
What to the what? The numbers made no sense in her brain, and swirled around in a jumbled mess.
"I don't know." she said, quietly. She sighed. She was hopeless at maths.
"See me at the end." she was told, as she sighed at dropped her head to the desk. She had to pass maths this year to pass the grade. She could hear sniggering around the class, and tried to return to her daydream.

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