Chapter Six
However, once Samantha got to school, all her confidence was diminished and she was forced to occupy the role of lonely, pitiful new girl with a bad attitude. The energy was tangible, the hum of creativity swarming through the halls. Despite the fact it was an arts school, there were still social groups, though not as clearly defined. Some that had been separate in Alabama had combined here and some at Evergreen had never existed at Graysville High. Such as the white trash, since everybody in her hometown had been white trash. Also resembling a normal high school were the extra curricular activities, whose pamphlets given 의해 hyper, chipper students, Samantha had either pitched in the trash 또는 crumpled up in her locker. Since she was a visual arts focus( their choice not hers), her schedule was as follows:
Period 1: Homeroom
Period 2: Language Arts
Period 3: Calculus
Period 4: Studio
Period 5: Lunch
Period 6: Art History
Period 7: Gym
Period 8: European History
Period 9: Studio 2
Period 10: Bio Lab
Lovely,right? Here she was, at some fancy schmancy Chicago school and she still had to take gym? What was this? Oh, and of course they put her in calculus because she had “potential”. Oh, and language arts is just a embellished way of saying english. The students, teachers, everything were intense. Except for gym where everyone was nerdy, spindly (or overweight), and afraid of the ball, which sure beat gym back in Graysville.
The first 일 of studio(art class), surprisingly, was ok. The teacher was expectedly kooky, but he seemed to enjoy Samantha’s sketches, and Samantha took joy in drawing. Claudia, a petite asian girl, sat 다음 to her, and made small talk. Her long, blue black hair was in two loose pigtails, and she was wearing a light, floral shirt, a mint green sweater, light wash short shorts, and earthy brown sandals. It could be worse, Samantha decided. Claudia was an amazing artist, who made even plain trees come to life with only a pencil and pad of paper.
At the end of the day, Samantha felt badly about coming in with a cocky, superior attitude, and resolved to tone it down, though not with her eating. That she could even ramp it up with. While waiting to be picked up, Samantha made a mental list of rules she had to follow, like how many calories to eat a day, and the amount of crunches she had to do at night. It felt good, orderly.
“I’m doing homework!” Samantha shouted angrily from her ritzy, trendy bedroom. Eating 공식 만찬, 저녁 식사 was the last thing she wanted to do. She’d been so good today (no 음식 at all), her reward would be skipping dinner. It had been so long since she’d felt really truly hungry. After her first 일 at a challenging school, she should get to enjoy it, right? Inside, she was utterly clean and pure, perfection. Her stomach was empty, as she liked it, and as she thought it should be. Though it growled at her, Samantha thought it look decidedly less puffy. It was used to the starvation in Alabama, not the rich 음식 Savannah had. In her element, Samantha plowed through piles of homework, high off the hunger, feeding off it, then sitting back to relish in it’s power.
Manic, utterly manic, and she loved it. Stepping into the steamy shower, she 스톨, 훔친 a glance into the mirror. Today, since she hadn’t eaten anything, she thought she looked better, but still fat. Obviously, she had to lose those 10 pounds, but her ultimate goal was 90. Then, she let the tepid water burn off her skin and wash the dirtiness away. Sending it slinking down the drain and away from her. In the zone.
Drying herself off, she glanced at the clock, realized it was late, and hurried up. Rummaging through her closet, she tried to pick out something cute for the 다음 일 that said “Hey, i’m not freaky, 당신 can talk to me”. Finally, she found some of the clothes Savannah had bought her, the luxurious, stylish wardrobe Samantha had pushed aside ungratefully. Standing back from the bed, Samantha admired her work. Soft, rose colored sweater, skinny jean khakis, and delicate brown flats. Classy. Not nearly as scary as Monday’s outfit, where she looked like the 거리 punk she really was. Shoving the thought aside, Samantha googled cute hairstyles for long hair.
“Hey, what are 당신 doing?” asked Savannah from behind her.
“Mmm, just looking up how to do my hair for school” she replied innocently.
A look of excitement passed over Savannah’s face as she tried not to squeal, “Oh, I can french braid it for 당신 tomorrow!”
Falling into bed, Samantha surpressed the anger that was beginning to surface. Now she wants to be sisters? Samantha asked herself, fury boiling up. Before it boiled over, she fell asleep dreaming of a normal life. One that could be hers. If only she could accept it.
However, once Samantha got to school, all her confidence was diminished and she was forced to occupy the role of lonely, pitiful new girl with a bad attitude. The energy was tangible, the hum of creativity swarming through the halls. Despite the fact it was an arts school, there were still social groups, though not as clearly defined. Some that had been separate in Alabama had combined here and some at Evergreen had never existed at Graysville High. Such as the white trash, since everybody in her hometown had been white trash. Also resembling a normal high school were the extra curricular activities, whose pamphlets given 의해 hyper, chipper students, Samantha had either pitched in the trash 또는 crumpled up in her locker. Since she was a visual arts focus( their choice not hers), her schedule was as follows:
Period 1: Homeroom
Period 2: Language Arts
Period 3: Calculus
Period 4: Studio
Period 5: Lunch
Period 6: Art History
Period 7: Gym
Period 8: European History
Period 9: Studio 2
Period 10: Bio Lab
Lovely,right? Here she was, at some fancy schmancy Chicago school and she still had to take gym? What was this? Oh, and of course they put her in calculus because she had “potential”. Oh, and language arts is just a embellished way of saying english. The students, teachers, everything were intense. Except for gym where everyone was nerdy, spindly (or overweight), and afraid of the ball, which sure beat gym back in Graysville.
The first 일 of studio(art class), surprisingly, was ok. The teacher was expectedly kooky, but he seemed to enjoy Samantha’s sketches, and Samantha took joy in drawing. Claudia, a petite asian girl, sat 다음 to her, and made small talk. Her long, blue black hair was in two loose pigtails, and she was wearing a light, floral shirt, a mint green sweater, light wash short shorts, and earthy brown sandals. It could be worse, Samantha decided. Claudia was an amazing artist, who made even plain trees come to life with only a pencil and pad of paper.
At the end of the day, Samantha felt badly about coming in with a cocky, superior attitude, and resolved to tone it down, though not with her eating. That she could even ramp it up with. While waiting to be picked up, Samantha made a mental list of rules she had to follow, like how many calories to eat a day, and the amount of crunches she had to do at night. It felt good, orderly.
“I’m doing homework!” Samantha shouted angrily from her ritzy, trendy bedroom. Eating 공식 만찬, 저녁 식사 was the last thing she wanted to do. She’d been so good today (no 음식 at all), her reward would be skipping dinner. It had been so long since she’d felt really truly hungry. After her first 일 at a challenging school, she should get to enjoy it, right? Inside, she was utterly clean and pure, perfection. Her stomach was empty, as she liked it, and as she thought it should be. Though it growled at her, Samantha thought it look decidedly less puffy. It was used to the starvation in Alabama, not the rich 음식 Savannah had. In her element, Samantha plowed through piles of homework, high off the hunger, feeding off it, then sitting back to relish in it’s power.
Manic, utterly manic, and she loved it. Stepping into the steamy shower, she 스톨, 훔친 a glance into the mirror. Today, since she hadn’t eaten anything, she thought she looked better, but still fat. Obviously, she had to lose those 10 pounds, but her ultimate goal was 90. Then, she let the tepid water burn off her skin and wash the dirtiness away. Sending it slinking down the drain and away from her. In the zone.
Drying herself off, she glanced at the clock, realized it was late, and hurried up. Rummaging through her closet, she tried to pick out something cute for the 다음 일 that said “Hey, i’m not freaky, 당신 can talk to me”. Finally, she found some of the clothes Savannah had bought her, the luxurious, stylish wardrobe Samantha had pushed aside ungratefully. Standing back from the bed, Samantha admired her work. Soft, rose colored sweater, skinny jean khakis, and delicate brown flats. Classy. Not nearly as scary as Monday’s outfit, where she looked like the 거리 punk she really was. Shoving the thought aside, Samantha googled cute hairstyles for long hair.
“Hey, what are 당신 doing?” asked Savannah from behind her.
“Mmm, just looking up how to do my hair for school” she replied innocently.
A look of excitement passed over Savannah’s face as she tried not to squeal, “Oh, I can french braid it for 당신 tomorrow!”
Falling into bed, Samantha surpressed the anger that was beginning to surface. Now she wants to be sisters? Samantha asked herself, fury boiling up. Before it boiled over, she fell asleep dreaming of a normal life. One that could be hers. If only she could accept it.
Charactors:
Hayley Williams
Taylor York
Zac Farro
Jeremy Davis
Josh Farro
Lacey Mosely
Lady GaGa
Kanye West
Soulja Boy
Joe Jonas
Zac Efron
Erin
Dallas Winston(Dally)
Ponyboy Curtis
Alice Cullen
Mandy
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Lady GaGa: Why don't we go out tonight?
Kanye: Can't 음악회, 콘서트 tonight.
Lady GaGa: Hayley?
Hayley: Ummmm depends.
Zac: Cum awn GaGa I'll go wit cha.
This is all I'm posting. I want to see if I get any responses first. : )
Hayley Williams
Taylor York
Zac Farro
Jeremy Davis
Josh Farro
Lacey Mosely
Lady GaGa
Kanye West
Soulja Boy
Joe Jonas
Zac Efron
Erin
Dallas Winston(Dally)
Ponyboy Curtis
Alice Cullen
Mandy
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Lady GaGa: Why don't we go out tonight?
Kanye: Can't 음악회, 콘서트 tonight.
Lady GaGa: Hayley?
Hayley: Ummmm depends.
Zac: Cum awn GaGa I'll go wit cha.
This is all I'm posting. I want to see if I get any responses first. : )
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing 더 많이 people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen 년 old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen 년 old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen 년 old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.