Alex
Excert from Unlisted
May 27, 2008
The sun lazily shown on a already tension filled school. Everyone looked at the clocks as if it ruled their lives. The teachers as well as the students looked like they were going to strangle the clocks if they didn’t ring for the last bell. [In room 478] The students were having a staring in contest with the teacher who looked as unforgiving as the students. “Please don’t do it, I know he’s gonna do it.” One of the students thought as he gripped the desk. “They’re going to get it, pay back is a b!#ch!” * Click * The clock reached 3:29, * Multiple Beeps * The kid in the room who didn’t set his watch, or had a watch, was the kid only with an Afro.
“Come on, a few more seconds.” (Rest of Class) “45” The kid in the Afro put his head on the table. “Were screwed…” (Entire class) “32…23…13…10…” Each time they yelled, the boy’s head got a little lower but the teacher’s smile got even bigger. * Bam * “Review pages 201-268 and a full 10 pages on the archaic civilizations of Europe, with their infrastructures listed and explained in detail, are due by the end of school.” * Ding-Dong * “AWWWWW, Son of a b!#ch!” He looked around the room and everyone had their books in hand, looking at him with his desk in the air. (Disembodied whisper) “Hey, stupid. Sit down so we can go.” He sat down and huddled over his books. “Everyone go, but Dominique, you stay. I need to have a little chat.” The class filled out, mocking him as they left.
“Dominique, what was that all about?” The teacher said, wiping his mouth. “A senior getting detention is not ‘cool’ from what I hear. I won’t punish you but keep that mouth under wraps for the next few days,” The teacher stepped into Dominique’s face. “ or I will fail you. Then you can kiss your senior summer, bye-bye.” Dominique turned toward the door shaking his head. The teacher adjusted his glasses then started to clean up his desk when he noticed that there was a big chunk of his desk had been ripped off. Dominique was walking down the hall, talking to himself. “Dom had a bad day? Ya know your head looks like a casaba melon ever to gently swaying in the mist of a hurricane.” Some kid said sarcastically while smirking at Dominique. “Not now Xavier, Mr. Fag-on-Wheels gave us a report on lame ass European history on the last two days of skool.” He said as he came to his locker. * BAM * “Owww,” Dominique held his hand. * Laughter * Xavier held his hand, but then he shook off the pain. “That’s what’s so cool about you; pain, frustration, emotions. They only seem to only affect you for a short amount of time, even if it’s rage or happiness. Emotion doesn’t rule you.” Dom looked at his semi-serious friend. “Why they hell did you talk like that? You sounded like that girl from Bleach with the huge knockers.”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that but since were to the subject of huge, voluptuous breasts; are we still on for the party?” Dom shrugged his shoulders. “This paper is really could kill my chances of graduating if I don’t get it finished.” Dom looked around, “There’s Ghost right there. Go and talk to him about the party. He’s choosing the place.” Xavier turned around to see Garlin walking. “He’s got the ‘Don’t talk to me or I’ll kill you and eat your children’ face to again. Giggles hold up!” Xavier ran after him as Dom laughed and smiled wide as he closed his locker. “Dom keep your chin up,” A girl yelled as she walked pass him with her friend. “Where’s that party your planning for us seniors?” “Are you even graduating this year? You were a senior when I was a coming up he from the academy. ” The girl smiled and hit him on the shoulder, “Your so heartless,” “I can’t tell you where because I don’t know. Garlin is coming up with the place.” “Why can’t we have a block party? Or go to a hall?” Dom smirked, “Nasha, you have so much learning to do, that’s why your not on any kind of committee; that lamest
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Excert From Ballistics
May 27, 2008
“Let’em go Maddox.” “Its not real…” Kenta didn’t turn around to acknowledge him. “Great, he’s already annoyed.” Chris followed Kenta as he walked admiring the makings of the hall. “It seems like you people are taking people pleasing too far. 25 feet and the whole culture of the hall changes, ancient Japanese courtyard to a Greek audience chamber slash Auditorium.” Kenta looked back at Chris briefly to see him messing with the walls. “It’s a spell, the halls change theme with the season, weather, or with the overall morale of the student body or administrative functionality. Now I don’t even think that the Dean knows about the admin thing, the place has a mind of its on sometimes.” Kenta played with the flame of the lamb seeming uneasy. “So what is this actually? You get paid on commission to bring in students? To my surprise I’ve never really heard of this school, but there are kids and young adults from every corner of the world in this place.” Chris picked up a vase with hieroglyphs on them. “
No nothing like that, it’s just… I had to scoop you before that chauvinistic lab they call a school grabbed and brain humped you into thinking they were some comfortable institution.” “Just what are you talking about? And what is behind of drafting is this… did you have anything to do with that girl…” “No, damn stop being so paranoid. We just want the best for students so we can keep this place funded. Its not like we can keep the lights on be just clapping our hands.” Chris stated slightly swatting a overhead lap. “The students here use alchemy,” “I didn’t say the lights here did I?! Do I look like I would deal with scatterbrained kids who know some kind transfiguration, don’t know about you but that isn’t a way I plan to spend a weekend.” “I know right.” Kenta smirked as Chris led the way to two very large double doors, “And this is the Auditorium, for astral observation and ethereal thesis. Go ahead and try not to be impressed.” The room seemed like it went on for days. The ceiling had a disappearing edge, which gave the illusion that the room ended and a twilight lit sky began, transformed the room a citadel rather than an observatory.
“Kinda hard. Its doesn’t have a religious feel to it but it is beautiful.” They walked among the pillars that lead the room in all different directions, making it look bigger that it actually was. “They teach in here and hold charities if you believe in that sort of thing.” “What people need help. You don’t believe in leading a hand to your fellow man?” Chris scratched his head, “I mean really, if you have what it takes to make it here then you should have the common sense to find a way to get…well, your own help, it just won’t be me I guess.” Chris had a goofy smile on his face, “Why are you smiling so wide for saying something so stupid? You might need to enroll yourself and get some knowledge put on you.”
Chris and Kenta came into the classroom area where a professor was teaching in front of forty or so students. “Hey, Dr. B. I’ve got another one for you.” Most of the class turned back and they looked more diverse that he originally thought. Not two people looked that same or had the body type, it almost felt like a circus or some sick show. Tribal marks, scars, bandages, eye patches, missing limbs, and false replacements littered the room. “Your student body,” Chris pointed out and looked at Kenta who was fixated on the one person who didn’t turn around. Their heart beast roared till they were in sync. “WHAT DID I TELL YOU!!” Kenta’s roar echoed through the auditorium. The person stood up and put her books down before turning around. “What the hell are you doing here?!” Some students stood up with the girl; two girls with veiled face, and a guy with four purple marks on his face, while many of the students started to get up and leave.
“WHAT DID I say?” Kenta looked at the girl with an evil,
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