Mobius Academy prévisualiser chapter for contest
Chapter one
Dear parent(s) ou guardian(s), your child has been accepted to the high learnings of “Mobius Academy”, a wonderful landscape far away from detractions but close enough to a good size town for him/her to relax on weekends as well as state of the art dorm room, which he/she has the ability to choose roommates for if they wish to. so please fill out the sign-up sheet on the suivant page and send it back for your child to come and learn at Mobius Academy.
Thank you,
from the Dean of Mobius Academy.
A conflict of thoughts went through the female renard who had this invitation. She had found hanging out of a house’s trash-can as she passed par it, and barely noticed its content as she passed. She picked it up, but did not know whether to give it back to the people at the house, ou keep it. She quickly discouraged these thoughts when she saw in the fine print that she would have a rent-free environment, and have to pay only for what was not donné to her par the school.
She gave a glance at the sign-up sheet, and immediately underwent a stroke of stress and groaning.
Name. She did not know what to write here. She feared using her real name, because it could lead to an investigation to her past, but if she made a counterfeit, and was found out, she would be expelled. She took a deep sigh then wrote down “Grace Luann Renolds”, though this was not her real name.
Age. The renard pondered for a moment, then simply because she thought it humorous she wrote down “16”.
Race. Easy. “Fox”
Gender. “Female”
Skills. She was about to liste her real skills, but assumed that they would seem too… abnormal, and quickly jotted down “Art, and… a keen eye”
Supernatural skills (if any). This confused her. Supernatural skills? What type of school was this exactly. This gave her a slight sense of relief, because she could now liste her real skills, and feel fine… but she written them down in pen-ink, and was now stuck with them. For Supernatural skills she wrote down “None”
Grade average. This was going to be another hard one. She hadn’t learned very much in her life from being in a less than permanent home-living situation, so she didn’t want to write down “A” fearing that this may lead to her being on some brain-team and failing miserably. She didn’t want to write down “D” ou “C” either, because she wasn’t stupid. So she wrote down “B… -“
Height and Weight. She did not know either really. She thought this a dumb question, and simply drew a line across the box where she would normally write her answer, then moved on.
Eye-color. She rolled her eyes a bit, then wrote “blue”.
fourrure color, hair color. “Brown”. Her large curled bang fell in front of her left eye as she wrote this, which caused her to accidentally stretch the “n”.
Altiare. For a moment she did not understand what this said. She partially thought of Assassin’s Creed when she read it, then realized that it was a typo that was meant to say “attire”. The renard looked down at her rather non-school-like clothing. This was another problem. She was wearing a beat-up then tied-back-together like outfit of torn pants, leggings, sleeves, and other strapped on things. The only non-scratched things were her white scarf and light-turquoise-blue hat. After much personal débats she decided to find some new clothing soon, and wrote down “Depends on what I buy”
Does student have personal Friends that she/he may know going into this school that they may wish to room with? If so, who? Grace thought about her “friends” who were plus like “evil-acquaintances”. She chuckled lightly at the thought of them going to this school, but wrote “No”.
Home-life. This struck the highest amount of “uh-oh” that the renard girl could think of. Home-life. She did not want to answer this. She thought of a way to get out of it, but instead it made her think “What if they want a parent there to validate it?”. With this is mind, she slid down to a sitting position on the mur she was leaning on. This was bad. She did not have any plus options. Grace scribbled down “Personal” and hoped for the best.
Other Information. “None”
Grace walked from the building she was suivant to, quickly found a mail-box, and placed the already address-filled envelop inside. After doing so, she pondered to herself as to what she had just done. She pulled out a cigarette that she had in her pocket, as well as a lighter, and realized that she would probably have to leave those behind as well. … She decided to hide them.
Two days later…
Grace was surprisingly the first person at the bus-stop. She was wearing a dark green T-shirt, her hat, a dark grey hoodie, and black jeans. She felt a bit awkward about her clothing of choice, but chose to ignore it. Only three other people came, ou at least she thought there were three. She thought she had seen a lynx-girl, but she looked around, and only saw the other two students.
The bus arrived and she quickly hopped in, as she did not want to get trampled. The ride abroad was not amazing, but it was not unpleasant. Usually a bus would be quite filthy, but this one was very clean and tidy. She assumed that this meant the school was a new one.
When they arrived, the school in front of them was very surprising. It had a giant multi-colored field around it, which seemed very odd, while the high-school was fairly normal, aside from being quite large, and having a vast amount of herbe area, throughout the eye’s notice.
“That,” The driver began to narrate, “is Mobius Academy. toi might be wondering why that field is there. No, it isn’t for protection. That field is actually a multi-dimensional portal, that liens with dozens of different mobian zones. Each one has a special field that allows them to travel to this high-school with ease, no matter how far apart toi are from their zone. The school itself is kept in a Special-Zone, but can still reflect its surroundings, and has a special link, which lets it stay connected to lead-zones if the field should fail.”
“That explains a lot…” Grace mumbled under her breath in surprise. She was now certain that this was no ordinary school. Supernatural skills was one hint, but dimensional-connections was another. This was either going to be the time of her life, ou her worst nightmare.
A large cringe grew on the fox’s face as she handed in her information slip. The lady at the bureau gave her a look as if she was saying “are toi serious?”, but simply rolled her eyes, and let her pass by. Grace gave a large sigh of relief, then began to scan her immediate surroundings, starting with her room.
The dorm that she was staying in was 41Z. It was slightly bland, with a greyish-looking appeal, but it had two bedrooms, four closets, and two televisions. She looked at the numbers of bends and her face became upset. Four. That meant three other people snoring at night. Three other people that might accidentally walk in at a bad moment. And three other people who she’d have to talk to, and wake up with, and hear about problems about, and on and on the liste went.
When she had finally gotten past that, she looked at who would be living in the dorm, and found that there was at least one boy. She became puzzled as to why such a high-up school would have same-sex-dorming. She hated this, but tried to ignore it as well.
She did not meet her dorm-members for some reason, but didn’t care. She left to the general assembly, and almost fell asleep after hearing about how wonderful it is for them being there, and what a wonderful experience it will be. Blah. Blah. And another Blah.
After the blah was done, Grace checked out how to find her classes, then went to her dorm and fell asleep.
Someone yelled “Grace, wake up! Time for classes!” the suivant morning, but she couldn’t tell who. par the time she actually decided to stop pretending like she didn’t hear the person, they had already gotten ready, and were out the door.
“So much for meeting my roommates.” She sighed as she quickly got her school-books that were waiting for her on the table, no doubt a school tradition for new-comers.
Grace’s first class was art. She knew little about this, but knew less about history, less about language than history, and less about science than language. In hindsight she knew much less about art than she thought, as she had usually drawn on paper with pencil ou pen, and not brush.
She entered a good half-hour late, and promptly declared “I’M HERE!... this is art right?” The students were either annoyed ou confused as to how she would not know that already do to the easels. Some even chuckled, while the teacher simply nodded.
Grace was a bit embarrassed par her entrance, but a student called out in a young female Persian accent “Yep! This is art!” then waved. It was a short lynx girl, with black hair that was slightly frizzy at the top, spread out at shoulder length, and silky. She had a dress-like attire, that seemed to be like a two-piece that was connected in the middle to block her stomach from showing. She wore sandals, hoop-like-earrings, and had diamond implants near her eyes. Her stripes curved into moon-like shapes, that faded into blue at the edges, and her pupils were blue, while her eyes were green.
Grace hoped not to sit suivant to her, as she assumed that the girl would be annoying her throughout the class, but the teacher, Mrs. Delmark, did in fact sit her suivant to the Persian lynx.
Grace groaned as she shuffled her tabouret back a bit, then noticed the strange ball of muck that the girl was drawing. “It looks like… vomit.” Grace insulted.
“It does?” The girl asked. “Phew. It’s better than what I thought it looked like. I’m Rynk.”
“… Uh… confidential?”
“SHH!” Mrs. Delmark scolded.
“Uh… Mrs. Delmark, what are we supposed to be drawing?” Grace inquired.
“A bowl of noodles.” The teach replied. Grace looked back at Rynk’s picture, and was able to picture it being noodles… that were regurgitated.
That jour in class was thankfully just to montrer what the students could do, what style they had, and what they needed to improve on. Rynk seemed to need to learn plus about all of these. Grace herself did very well, aside from the paint sliding down the side. She quickly saved it par making the yellowish lines look like noodles… greenish yellowish brownish noodles. She wrote “Defective Microwave” underneath it, in a hope that a humorous approach would save her.
Grades were not given, and the students were allowed to take photos of their creations. Rynk chose not to. Grace didn’t care for one, but Mrs. Delmark gave her one anyway. She waited until she was out of the classroom, then placed it in the trash. Rynk seemed upset at this, and took it out.
“If toi don’t want it, can I have it? It’s really cool… and funny.” Rynk complimented as she started to follow Grace slightly.
“Knock your Persian self out.” Grace replied, in hopes that this may get Rynk to leave her alone.
“A bit racist-sounding, but okay.” Rynk replied in a non-offended tone as she continued to follow her supposed-role-model. “But I’m from Supreta, not Persia.”
“And Supreta is… far from here?”
“Well I guess not. I mean, the portal that the school comes from is right in the middle of it, but I guess the whole dimension thingy changes it. Who knows?”
“Well… uh… yeah… what toi said.” Grace rolled her eyes as she rested her hands at her side, which reminded her that she still a cigarette and lighter in her pocket. She pulled them both out, and was about to smoke, when Rynk grabbed them both and tossed them into the trash.
“Hey!” Grace yelled angrily.
“Smoking’s not allowed in school!” Rynk reminded. “Besides, it’s bad for your health!”
“And…?”
“You could get in trouble for it. I’d rather none of those things happened.”
“That makes one of you.”
“You mean toi don’t care about what happens to your health?”
“Whatever.” Grace shrugged then began to increase her pace back to normal; assuming that the conversation was over, while Rynk simply thought that it meant to keep walking, and talk about something else.
Grace noticed her supposed stalker still following her, and before Rynk could start up a new topic, Grace yelled out “SHE’S CRAZY! SHE’S HIDING IN YOUR WINDOWS! AND STALKING YOUR PEOPLE UP!” then quickened her pace to a jog.
Rynk was at first too confused to be offended, but still became offended after a bit, as well as embarrassed at the people now staring at her. She quickly stopped following Grace with a sad remark on her face, then turned around, and walked off, even though her class was the exact same direction as Grace. But then again, if Kim Possible could pull off the “Scenic Route” then so could a living-walking-talking lynx.
Grace walked into her history class… yay. She felt slightly guilty about insulting Rynk like that, but Lost her sympathy when she had to quickly attempt to figure out what her professor was talking about. Thankfully she survived, and did fairly well for two reasons.
1. She had some education before running off at age 10
2. Being on the streets for so long gave her a surprisingly good idea about what had happened in her mobius’s history (want to know, as her. I’m just écriture what I know XD)
From there she went to language, which she got a B- at, then lunch. She dreaded going up to the cafeteria-lady out of fear of what she heard from other teens that talked about how it’s always some “mystery meat”; Sherlock Holmes mystery. She was very surprised at what she saw.
Not only was the main meal very healthy and delicious, from what she smelled from the back of the line and saw when she got close enough, but there also seemed to be special Fried-Lichi (Chicken-like meat. CHICKENS ARE MOBIANS TOO XD), and milkshakes for those who either pay, ou have good credit amounts. She now had a reason to either get a part-time job, ou get better at school.
She could almost swear that she saw the face of someone that she knew, and cringed a bit when she did, but the person had passed, so she didn’t know. She did see Rynk. She had barely touched her food, and seemed to be whistling a tune as she jotted down an assignment.
Grace left from lunch to Science… not a good order. She took that back when she found out that Gym-class, P.E., was after science. So it was either running and jumping on a full stomach, ou looking at innards with a full stomach. She hated both options. Luckily science was not biology-based, and plus chemistry-based, with mixtures of chemicals… she reversed her opinion a third time, when the smell of the concoctions kicked in.
Gym was quite fun actually for Grace. There wasn’t an extreme amount of running, which was fine with her, and the students appeared to mainly just be doing whatever. She saw Rynk going up and down the high-ropes at a quick speed which surprised her quite a bit. “Never catch me doing that.” She muttered to herself, referring to the height of the exercise.
She almost decided to do Volley-ball, but walked away before she was able to talk with the coach about letting her in. She basically spent the class doing some long-jumps, and some basic exercises, but other than that, she just stood around.
Gym ended, and from there she went on to another class. And a class after that. She was quite tired when she was finally finished, and while she did quite well in all things considered, her sore body a dit otherwise. She collapsed on her bed, had a good long nap, then got up and walked around the campus to explore a bit.
Chapter one
Dear parent(s) ou guardian(s), your child has been accepted to the high learnings of “Mobius Academy”, a wonderful landscape far away from detractions but close enough to a good size town for him/her to relax on weekends as well as state of the art dorm room, which he/she has the ability to choose roommates for if they wish to. so please fill out the sign-up sheet on the suivant page and send it back for your child to come and learn at Mobius Academy.
Thank you,
from the Dean of Mobius Academy.
A conflict of thoughts went through the female renard who had this invitation. She had found hanging out of a house’s trash-can as she passed par it, and barely noticed its content as she passed. She picked it up, but did not know whether to give it back to the people at the house, ou keep it. She quickly discouraged these thoughts when she saw in the fine print that she would have a rent-free environment, and have to pay only for what was not donné to her par the school.
She gave a glance at the sign-up sheet, and immediately underwent a stroke of stress and groaning.
Name. She did not know what to write here. She feared using her real name, because it could lead to an investigation to her past, but if she made a counterfeit, and was found out, she would be expelled. She took a deep sigh then wrote down “Grace Luann Renolds”, though this was not her real name.
Age. The renard pondered for a moment, then simply because she thought it humorous she wrote down “16”.
Race. Easy. “Fox”
Gender. “Female”
Skills. She was about to liste her real skills, but assumed that they would seem too… abnormal, and quickly jotted down “Art, and… a keen eye”
Supernatural skills (if any). This confused her. Supernatural skills? What type of school was this exactly. This gave her a slight sense of relief, because she could now liste her real skills, and feel fine… but she written them down in pen-ink, and was now stuck with them. For Supernatural skills she wrote down “None”
Grade average. This was going to be another hard one. She hadn’t learned very much in her life from being in a less than permanent home-living situation, so she didn’t want to write down “A” fearing that this may lead to her being on some brain-team and failing miserably. She didn’t want to write down “D” ou “C” either, because she wasn’t stupid. So she wrote down “B… -“
Height and Weight. She did not know either really. She thought this a dumb question, and simply drew a line across the box where she would normally write her answer, then moved on.
Eye-color. She rolled her eyes a bit, then wrote “blue”.
fourrure color, hair color. “Brown”. Her large curled bang fell in front of her left eye as she wrote this, which caused her to accidentally stretch the “n”.
Altiare. For a moment she did not understand what this said. She partially thought of Assassin’s Creed when she read it, then realized that it was a typo that was meant to say “attire”. The renard looked down at her rather non-school-like clothing. This was another problem. She was wearing a beat-up then tied-back-together like outfit of torn pants, leggings, sleeves, and other strapped on things. The only non-scratched things were her white scarf and light-turquoise-blue hat. After much personal débats she decided to find some new clothing soon, and wrote down “Depends on what I buy”
Does student have personal Friends that she/he may know going into this school that they may wish to room with? If so, who? Grace thought about her “friends” who were plus like “evil-acquaintances”. She chuckled lightly at the thought of them going to this school, but wrote “No”.
Home-life. This struck the highest amount of “uh-oh” that the renard girl could think of. Home-life. She did not want to answer this. She thought of a way to get out of it, but instead it made her think “What if they want a parent there to validate it?”. With this is mind, she slid down to a sitting position on the mur she was leaning on. This was bad. She did not have any plus options. Grace scribbled down “Personal” and hoped for the best.
Other Information. “None”
Grace walked from the building she was suivant to, quickly found a mail-box, and placed the already address-filled envelop inside. After doing so, she pondered to herself as to what she had just done. She pulled out a cigarette that she had in her pocket, as well as a lighter, and realized that she would probably have to leave those behind as well. … She decided to hide them.
Two days later…
Grace was surprisingly the first person at the bus-stop. She was wearing a dark green T-shirt, her hat, a dark grey hoodie, and black jeans. She felt a bit awkward about her clothing of choice, but chose to ignore it. Only three other people came, ou at least she thought there were three. She thought she had seen a lynx-girl, but she looked around, and only saw the other two students.
The bus arrived and she quickly hopped in, as she did not want to get trampled. The ride abroad was not amazing, but it was not unpleasant. Usually a bus would be quite filthy, but this one was very clean and tidy. She assumed that this meant the school was a new one.
When they arrived, the school in front of them was very surprising. It had a giant multi-colored field around it, which seemed very odd, while the high-school was fairly normal, aside from being quite large, and having a vast amount of herbe area, throughout the eye’s notice.
“That,” The driver began to narrate, “is Mobius Academy. toi might be wondering why that field is there. No, it isn’t for protection. That field is actually a multi-dimensional portal, that liens with dozens of different mobian zones. Each one has a special field that allows them to travel to this high-school with ease, no matter how far apart toi are from their zone. The school itself is kept in a Special-Zone, but can still reflect its surroundings, and has a special link, which lets it stay connected to lead-zones if the field should fail.”
“That explains a lot…” Grace mumbled under her breath in surprise. She was now certain that this was no ordinary school. Supernatural skills was one hint, but dimensional-connections was another. This was either going to be the time of her life, ou her worst nightmare.
A large cringe grew on the fox’s face as she handed in her information slip. The lady at the bureau gave her a look as if she was saying “are toi serious?”, but simply rolled her eyes, and let her pass by. Grace gave a large sigh of relief, then began to scan her immediate surroundings, starting with her room.
The dorm that she was staying in was 41Z. It was slightly bland, with a greyish-looking appeal, but it had two bedrooms, four closets, and two televisions. She looked at the numbers of bends and her face became upset. Four. That meant three other people snoring at night. Three other people that might accidentally walk in at a bad moment. And three other people who she’d have to talk to, and wake up with, and hear about problems about, and on and on the liste went.
When she had finally gotten past that, she looked at who would be living in the dorm, and found that there was at least one boy. She became puzzled as to why such a high-up school would have same-sex-dorming. She hated this, but tried to ignore it as well.
She did not meet her dorm-members for some reason, but didn’t care. She left to the general assembly, and almost fell asleep after hearing about how wonderful it is for them being there, and what a wonderful experience it will be. Blah. Blah. And another Blah.
After the blah was done, Grace checked out how to find her classes, then went to her dorm and fell asleep.
Someone yelled “Grace, wake up! Time for classes!” the suivant morning, but she couldn’t tell who. par the time she actually decided to stop pretending like she didn’t hear the person, they had already gotten ready, and were out the door.
“So much for meeting my roommates.” She sighed as she quickly got her school-books that were waiting for her on the table, no doubt a school tradition for new-comers.
Grace’s first class was art. She knew little about this, but knew less about history, less about language than history, and less about science than language. In hindsight she knew much less about art than she thought, as she had usually drawn on paper with pencil ou pen, and not brush.
She entered a good half-hour late, and promptly declared “I’M HERE!... this is art right?” The students were either annoyed ou confused as to how she would not know that already do to the easels. Some even chuckled, while the teacher simply nodded.
Grace was a bit embarrassed par her entrance, but a student called out in a young female Persian accent “Yep! This is art!” then waved. It was a short lynx girl, with black hair that was slightly frizzy at the top, spread out at shoulder length, and silky. She had a dress-like attire, that seemed to be like a two-piece that was connected in the middle to block her stomach from showing. She wore sandals, hoop-like-earrings, and had diamond implants near her eyes. Her stripes curved into moon-like shapes, that faded into blue at the edges, and her pupils were blue, while her eyes were green.
Grace hoped not to sit suivant to her, as she assumed that the girl would be annoying her throughout the class, but the teacher, Mrs. Delmark, did in fact sit her suivant to the Persian lynx.
Grace groaned as she shuffled her tabouret back a bit, then noticed the strange ball of muck that the girl was drawing. “It looks like… vomit.” Grace insulted.
“It does?” The girl asked. “Phew. It’s better than what I thought it looked like. I’m Rynk.”
“… Uh… confidential?”
“SHH!” Mrs. Delmark scolded.
“Uh… Mrs. Delmark, what are we supposed to be drawing?” Grace inquired.
“A bowl of noodles.” The teach replied. Grace looked back at Rynk’s picture, and was able to picture it being noodles… that were regurgitated.
That jour in class was thankfully just to montrer what the students could do, what style they had, and what they needed to improve on. Rynk seemed to need to learn plus about all of these. Grace herself did very well, aside from the paint sliding down the side. She quickly saved it par making the yellowish lines look like noodles… greenish yellowish brownish noodles. She wrote “Defective Microwave” underneath it, in a hope that a humorous approach would save her.
Grades were not given, and the students were allowed to take photos of their creations. Rynk chose not to. Grace didn’t care for one, but Mrs. Delmark gave her one anyway. She waited until she was out of the classroom, then placed it in the trash. Rynk seemed upset at this, and took it out.
“If toi don’t want it, can I have it? It’s really cool… and funny.” Rynk complimented as she started to follow Grace slightly.
“Knock your Persian self out.” Grace replied, in hopes that this may get Rynk to leave her alone.
“A bit racist-sounding, but okay.” Rynk replied in a non-offended tone as she continued to follow her supposed-role-model. “But I’m from Supreta, not Persia.”
“And Supreta is… far from here?”
“Well I guess not. I mean, the portal that the school comes from is right in the middle of it, but I guess the whole dimension thingy changes it. Who knows?”
“Well… uh… yeah… what toi said.” Grace rolled her eyes as she rested her hands at her side, which reminded her that she still a cigarette and lighter in her pocket. She pulled them both out, and was about to smoke, when Rynk grabbed them both and tossed them into the trash.
“Hey!” Grace yelled angrily.
“Smoking’s not allowed in school!” Rynk reminded. “Besides, it’s bad for your health!”
“And…?”
“You could get in trouble for it. I’d rather none of those things happened.”
“That makes one of you.”
“You mean toi don’t care about what happens to your health?”
“Whatever.” Grace shrugged then began to increase her pace back to normal; assuming that the conversation was over, while Rynk simply thought that it meant to keep walking, and talk about something else.
Grace noticed her supposed stalker still following her, and before Rynk could start up a new topic, Grace yelled out “SHE’S CRAZY! SHE’S HIDING IN YOUR WINDOWS! AND STALKING YOUR PEOPLE UP!” then quickened her pace to a jog.
Rynk was at first too confused to be offended, but still became offended after a bit, as well as embarrassed at the people now staring at her. She quickly stopped following Grace with a sad remark on her face, then turned around, and walked off, even though her class was the exact same direction as Grace. But then again, if Kim Possible could pull off the “Scenic Route” then so could a living-walking-talking lynx.
Grace walked into her history class… yay. She felt slightly guilty about insulting Rynk like that, but Lost her sympathy when she had to quickly attempt to figure out what her professor was talking about. Thankfully she survived, and did fairly well for two reasons.
1. She had some education before running off at age 10
2. Being on the streets for so long gave her a surprisingly good idea about what had happened in her mobius’s history (want to know, as her. I’m just écriture what I know XD)
From there she went to language, which she got a B- at, then lunch. She dreaded going up to the cafeteria-lady out of fear of what she heard from other teens that talked about how it’s always some “mystery meat”; Sherlock Holmes mystery. She was very surprised at what she saw.
Not only was the main meal very healthy and delicious, from what she smelled from the back of the line and saw when she got close enough, but there also seemed to be special Fried-Lichi (Chicken-like meat. CHICKENS ARE MOBIANS TOO XD), and milkshakes for those who either pay, ou have good credit amounts. She now had a reason to either get a part-time job, ou get better at school.
She could almost swear that she saw the face of someone that she knew, and cringed a bit when she did, but the person had passed, so she didn’t know. She did see Rynk. She had barely touched her food, and seemed to be whistling a tune as she jotted down an assignment.
Grace left from lunch to Science… not a good order. She took that back when she found out that Gym-class, P.E., was after science. So it was either running and jumping on a full stomach, ou looking at innards with a full stomach. She hated both options. Luckily science was not biology-based, and plus chemistry-based, with mixtures of chemicals… she reversed her opinion a third time, when the smell of the concoctions kicked in.
Gym was quite fun actually for Grace. There wasn’t an extreme amount of running, which was fine with her, and the students appeared to mainly just be doing whatever. She saw Rynk going up and down the high-ropes at a quick speed which surprised her quite a bit. “Never catch me doing that.” She muttered to herself, referring to the height of the exercise.
She almost decided to do Volley-ball, but walked away before she was able to talk with the coach about letting her in. She basically spent the class doing some long-jumps, and some basic exercises, but other than that, she just stood around.
Gym ended, and from there she went on to another class. And a class after that. She was quite tired when she was finally finished, and while she did quite well in all things considered, her sore body a dit otherwise. She collapsed on her bed, had a good long nap, then got up and walked around the campus to explore a bit.
[i]Thank you,
For filling that empty part,
Of my little fragile heart,
I understand I must've been a bother,
A nuisance,
A cry baby,
So I thank toi for putting up with me,
Letting me smile,
Knowing I had somebody that cared for me.
I understand why toi did it,
I really don't hate you,
Unlike other relationships,
That ended like this,
Maybe it was meant to be like this,
And I will leave quietly,
Letting toi live happily with that girl,
That girl that toi truly love.
I-i really hope we can s-still be friends,
I-i understand if toi don't want too...
Well it's been fun,
H-hasn't it?
But now we have to close the book,
As the tale of us two finishes,
And I whisper this last few words to you.
[b]'Thank toi for pretending toi cared...
...Goodbye...'
For filling that empty part,
Of my little fragile heart,
I understand I must've been a bother,
A nuisance,
A cry baby,
So I thank toi for putting up with me,
Letting me smile,
Knowing I had somebody that cared for me.
I understand why toi did it,
I really don't hate you,
Unlike other relationships,
That ended like this,
Maybe it was meant to be like this,
And I will leave quietly,
Letting toi live happily with that girl,
That girl that toi truly love.
I-i really hope we can s-still be friends,
I-i understand if toi don't want too...
Well it's been fun,
H-hasn't it?
But now we have to close the book,
As the tale of us two finishes,
And I whisper this last few words to you.
[b]'Thank toi for pretending toi cared...
...Goodbye...'
I have a kind of fan problem.
ScrougeHedgehog has picked a fight with me and has called me a name (Even though I have issues with calling people names a lot.
He is a jerk toward me when it was just a opinion, the question was Do toi like Sky the Hedgehog (Not user).
And he made a big fucking deal about it.
Saying that I should get a life and that it was stupid that I chose that Sky the Hedgehog is stupid (Its true, I don't like her).
I mean its just a question that only needs a fucking opinion!!!
People need to stop making a big deal about questions and other people that say they hate this ou that.
Please stop making big deals about things that toi hate ou whatever, its really wrong and leads to fighting.
~Dethklokrox90
ScrougeHedgehog has picked a fight with me and has called me a name (Even though I have issues with calling people names a lot.
He is a jerk toward me when it was just a opinion, the question was Do toi like Sky the Hedgehog (Not user).
And he made a big fucking deal about it.
Saying that I should get a life and that it was stupid that I chose that Sky the Hedgehog is stupid (Its true, I don't like her).
I mean its just a question that only needs a fucking opinion!!!
People need to stop making a big deal about questions and other people that say they hate this ou that.
Please stop making big deals about things that toi hate ou whatever, its really wrong and leads to fighting.
~Dethklokrox90
This is a video of Team Fraser chant and dancing, dressed as elves for Christmas! I drew Simon and Alice's faces, but MilesProwerfan made Freya's face as part of a Christmas art trade. They also sing!
here is the link: link
(If the link don't work, blame Fanpop, because it claims the link is dodgy. If it doesn't work, please comment!)
toi can make your own using your characters, photos, drawings etc at link
I hope toi enjoy making them!
here is the link: link
(If the link don't work, blame Fanpop, because it claims the link is dodgy. If it doesn't work, please comment!)
toi can make your own using your characters, photos, drawings etc at link
I hope toi enjoy making them!