Simon erased words in his notebook furiously. Why doesn't anything good rhyme with death?! He thought to himself. He exhaled and rubbed his eyes, another nightmare had held him captive the night before.
It'll get better. He told himself for the millionth time that day. He paused. Confess? Death? Does that rhyme? He wrote it down anyways. Simon looked over his shoulder towards the popular kid's table and wondered what his life would be like if he was like them. Would I be happy?
Name: Beatrix Miller
Gender: Female
Grade: 6th
Age: 11
Looks: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/236298311681539921/
Personality:
Other:
( I am rlly busy today so sorry if I don't participate.)
Simon erased words in his notebook furiously. Why doesn't anything good rhyme with death?! He thought to himself. He exhaled and rubbed his eyes, another nightmare had held him captive the night before.
It'll get better. He told himself for the millionth time that day. He paused. Confess? Death? Does that rhyme? He wrote it down anyways. Simon looked over his shoulder towards the popular kid's table and wondered what his life would be like if he was like them. Would I be happy?
//me tho
Griffith noticed a boy sitting alone at a table and scribbling furiously on a sheet of paper, so he decided to join him. Looks like he may be nice, he thought to himself. He stood awkwardly on the other side of the table from the boy and asked, “Hey, mid if I sit here?”
Jil gasped, and shut the book loudly. The librarian looked up, and sighed. "Jil, this is a library. If you're going to read in here you need to be quiet." she said. Jil blushed and looked down. "I'm sorry, but Peeta just told the nation Katniss is pregnant!" she complained. "You just checked out that book last week and finished it that day. You had the same reaction." the librarian replied. Jil fidgeted, embarrassed, and stood up to leave the library. "Sorry Mrs. C." she said. Mrs. C smiled, and handed Jil another book as she passed the counter. "Remember, this is still your safe place. You're welcome any time." Jil took the book and nodded.
Simon flinched at the sound one someone's voice, so loud and near to him. "U-uhm-sure, yeah." He stuttered, closing his notebook.
“Thanks,” Griffith smiled shyly. “I’m, uh… I’m Griffith. You can call me Griff, if you want…” He offered a hand.
Simon erased words in his notebook furiously. Why doesn't anything good rhyme with death?! He thought to himself. He exhaled and rubbed his eyes, another nightmare had held him captive the night before.
It'll get better. He told himself for the millionth time that day. He paused. Confess? Death? Does that rhyme? He wrote it down anyways. Simon looked over his shoulder towards the popular kid's table and wondered what his life would be like if he was like them. Would I be happy?//me tho
( The story of my life.)
"Simon," He shook his hand. Why is he being nice to me? He wondered, No one ever talks to me.
“Nice to meet you,” Griffith said, sitting down. He took out a notepad and flipped open to a page around the middle of the book, grabbing a pencil from the depths of his bag at the same time. The maneuver looked practiced. “Um… you looked…. I mean, I just thought… I sketch,” Griff rushed out. “You looked like a ‘kindred spirit,’ as that poem says. Can’t remember what it’s called.”
(huh)
(wait did he draw Simon?)
Jil entered the library two minutes later, red as a beet. "What happened?" Mrs. C asked. "I bumped into one of the popular girls." Jil mumbled. Mrs. C sighed. "Did you start reading the book I gave you? It's a new one, it was one of my favourites when I was your age." she asked. Jil shook her head, and sat down to begin reading. Within seconds, she was so engrossed in the book that she wouldn't notice if the fire alarm started to go off.
(wait did he draw Simon?)
//no he’s just going to stretch trees and stuffs :)
(lol oke)
(wait did he draw Simon?)
//no he’s just going to stretch trees and stuffs :)
(dO YOU KNOW HOW HARD TREE BRANCHES ARE LIKE
THEY GO THIS WAY
NO NOT THAT WAY
AND THEN THAT WAY
NO IT DOESNT LOOK GOOD THAT WAY
OTHER WAY
aHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I’m sorry, Lili, I’m still tired.)
"Hmm." Simon said quietly. "I'm not too good at drawing. I'm more of um… a writer?"He nodded.
Toby watched the two boys talk, but glanced back over at the conversation that his 'friends' were having. Something about Abby? Or was it baseball? He sighed and wished that he was somewhere else. After about five more minutes of listening to Elijah talk, Toby got up and headed towards the library hoping that he could read something.
( Ummmm how do I drop my character in here??)
( Ummmm how do I drop my character in here??)
(Same.)
( She can be in the library. I think toby's going to meet Jil there too )
(wait did he draw Simon?)
//no he’s just going to stretch trees and stuffs :)
(dO YOU KNOW HOW HARD TREE BRANCHES ARE LIKE
THEY GO THIS WAY
NO NOT THAT WAY
AND THEN THAT WAY
NO IT DOESNT LOOK GOOD THAT WAY
OTHER WAY
aHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I’m sorry, Lili, I’m still tired.)
//IKR THE LEAVES NEVER WORK THEY ARE ALWAYS THE WRONG SHAPE OR SIZE OR DIRECTION OR SOMETHING
"Hmm." Simon said quietly. "I'm not too good at drawing. I'm more of um… a writer?"He nodded.
“That’s cool,” Griffith said. “I am so bad at writing its not even funny.” He smiled.
Beatrix flipped through her book. *The musical was better than this." She thought to herself. Music blared through her headphones while she skimmed. They were reading Hamilton for Literature and she thought it was kind of boring.
Toby walked into the library and saw a girl reading with her headphones in. How can she possibly do that? I can barely read when there are people talking. He smiled and nodded his head at her as he passed.