Rana Salient: "Maria said that it started as a role-playing and fiction discussion club, but then they started doing real predictions to determine when the Dates would occur. She's the one that scared you, right Langely? Long brown hair?"
Female, Eyes: Pink, Hair: Light Pink, Skin: Light, Body: Lean, Height: Short

You leaf through your single book to get an idea on what the course is going to be about.

Descriptive writing, how to emphasize certain things, making sure to not go overboard, avoiding "Thesaurus Syndrome."

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You head in, taking a seat in the back corner away from the other students.

A few other students start entering the room as well, a few grabbing books, a few looking at the desk of books wondering if they should grab it, the teacher looking back at them nodding.

Roll 5

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-Map

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-Time Keeping

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Name: Lance Connell
Male, Eyes: Hazel, Hair: Black/White, Skin: Light, Body: A bit Muscular, Height: Tall
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You grudgingly take a book and get back to your seat. Taking out your red notebook, you write “Literature” on the cover. On the first page, you write the date, teacher’s name, and name of the book.

Check inventory!

Still a couple minutes left until class starts. A few more students are still coming in. A few of them, particularly the group in the front left corner, are busy socializing.
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Name: Langley Hillmenn
Female, Eyes: Hazel, Hair: Auburn, Skin: Pale, Body: Thin, Height: Average
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"Mmm... no, not her. It was a second year boy, Tommy Wheeler. He had a blond pompadour and a leather jacket. Though, at the end another girl arrived, her name was Charl?
...She said I wouldn't make it."

Danny: "What the hell did she mean, 'wouldn't make it'? That's absurd. This is a school, not a death camp. Even if your homework makes you feel like killing yourself out of boredom."
Male, Eyes: Grey, Hair: Light Brown, Skin: Fair, Body: Robust-Average, Height: Average

Rana Salient: ”Maybe they’re just bullies. You know how upperclassmen are.”
Female, Eyes: Pink, Hair: Light Pink, Skin: Light, Body: Lean, Height: Short

Still a couple minutes left until class starts. A few more students are still coming in.
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Name: Danny Kleigg
Male, Eyes: Grey, Hair: Light Brown, Skin: Fair, Body: Robust-Average, Height: Average
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Opening to the first page of your red notebook, you write your bold question.

“Literature: What it mean?”

Check inventory!

Langely: "Mmm... no, not her. It was a second year boy, Tommy Wheeler. He had a blond pompadour and a leather jacket. Though, at the end another girl arrived, her name was Charl?
...She said I wouldn't make it."
Female, Eyes: Hazel, Hair: Auburn, Skin: Pale, Body: Thin, Height: Average

"What the hell did she mean, 'wouldn't make it'? That's absurd. This is a school, not a death camp. Even if your homework makes you feel like killing yourself out of boredom."

Rana Salient: ”Maybe they’re just bullies. You know how upperclassmen are.”
Female, Eyes: Pink, Hair: Light Pink, Skin: Light, Body: Lean, Height: Short

Still a couple minutes left until class starts. A few more students are still coming in.
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Name: Taylor Adams
Female, Eyes: Blue, Hair: Black, Skin: Light, Body: Average, Height: Very Short
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You grab a book from the pile and take the closest seat, which is the one in the center of the front row.

The three kids to your left are talking about something about leather jackets and death camps. Weirdos.
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Name: Riku Karjalainen
Male, Eyes: Green, Hair: Short/Light Brown, Skin: Fair, Body: Average, Height: Tall
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Status:

You wake up from being on the other side of the world and rush to your English class. Room 1, pretty easy to find when there are only 8 classrooms per floor.

There are already students seated, others taking books from the desk at the front of the room.

The teacher, a blonde woman in a black victorian-gothic dress, is sitting behind her desk in the front corner of the room, sipping tea and looking displeased.

On the blackboard is written "Ms. Victoria Gosic"

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You doodle space stuff in your notebook. Planets, stars, that sorta thing. Not the prettiest. Might need to take an art class.

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Rana preps for a fist bump while looking at Langely, maybe wanting to do it all together.


Danny and Rana fistbump, while Langely grabs on to their fists meant for her bumping.

Rana: "I think I like this one better."

bunp

"Uh, sure. Like a cyclopropane ring?"
>Gently wiggle my fist out of Langley's grip.