forum Boarding School for Troubled Teens (Open (Guys Wanted))

Started May 03, 2018 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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"Welcome back to Bear Valley Boarding School. Those of you who are new, you will be paired with someone who is coming back to school. Your dorm room will have your name posted on the door. Classes will start in two days in order for you to get settled in. You have been told the rules, know if any are broken you will be severely punished. Have a good day." The woman on the announcer clicked off and the speakers went dead. There were guards posted at every corner and in every hallway, there to break apart fights and to keep other students safe. Everything was baren. There were metal detectors in case a student had a weapon on them. There was nothing on the walls, in classrooms. It was all boring. The students were limited to what they could use to decorate their rooms with. Life at Bear Valley Boarding School was hell.

Paige tied her hair into a messy bun after she washed the makeup off her face. This is stupid. Why can't I wear makeup? She sighed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. This was her first time at Bear Valley Boarding School, and she already hated it. Paige scrunched up her nose at the ugly uniform she was forced to wear. I look like a freaking ogre.

Zanna picked at her fingernails and sighed. She missed her old school already, well the power she had at her old school. These stupid uniforms were way ugly, and yes she had standards.

(Also we should put characters together for roommates.)

Sacia admired her reflection with a passive look. Yeah, it was ugly, but it could be worse. The outfit was the least of her concerns. She braided her hair back in two messy braids and headed back into the room.

(We should probably organize roommates?)

That announcement over the intercom wa getting old. He had been at the school for about 2 years now. Nothing changed with him. The reform that they claimed to provide ending help him. He was sitting in a common area, wearing a casual uniform (white button up, black suit jacket, black pants, and black shoes). His legs were stretched out as he read over a book on mental illnesses that a psychologist had required him to read. He hated it.

Finn walks down the familiar corridors. He looks down at the slip of paper with his room number printed on it, room 44. He had his school bag slung over his shoulder and a luggage bag in his hand. Eventually he made it into his room and opened the door with his key. It was perfectly mundane, just like his last one. This was going to be his third year in going to this hell hole and he was dreading a new year of boring lecture and zero freedom.