forum Modern Day Fantasy Romance (closed but stalkers are welcome\ <3)
Started by @Celeste_X0X0_ group
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@gracehustle

(Heads up guys, I’m gonna be working both today and tomorrow from (Central time zone) 8am-noon and then from 5:15or so until 8:30, sorry for not telling you sooner, if you start the rp without me that’s fine, I’ll just jump in whenever)

@Celeste_X0X0_ group

Ryuu holds up his school uniform to the light to see if there are any stains or fuzz on it. The tan V-necked sweater with a little fabric badge thing sewed on the left top right corner, along with plan black pants. Ryuu ironed everything the day before so everything looked smooth and clean.
"I want tomorrow to be perfect!"
He smiles at the uniform
"And what are the odds! It had a sweater option! I didn't think they'd have it this year!
He looks over at his fancy white desk which has his books (and manga) spilling out of his bookbag.
I really need to organize that
He flops down on his bed with a smile on his face
"I CANT WAIT! I might make some friends on the first day!!!"
His smile suddenly turns into a frown
"oh no…. what if everyone hates me tomorrow and the whole rest of the year and I end up getting picked on for the rest of the year?"
Ryuu in the corner sulking
I definitely CAN wait for tomorrow."
(tiny mood swing *insert eyeroll here
)

@Simon-Says

Beatriz sits at her desk, trying not to panic. Maybe I should call Mum and tell her I changed my mind, and I want a private tutor. She shakes her head, then smacks it as she has another thought. What if someone recognizes me? I can never leave the house again. She groans, nearly falling off her chair. With a sudden slam, her brother, Caden, bursts into her room. "Hey, Bee," he says, not looking up from his phone, "Mum says you have another shoot on Monday." Bee stands up. "B-but that's the first day of school!" She cries. "Yeah, I know, idiot, it's after school," her brother replies with annoyance. Without warning, he walks back out of her room and slams the door behind him. That's it. I can never show my face in public again.

@Trix

Lurestral plays with her teardrop necklace, while propping herself on the hotel mattress. It's a small room, with all the basic necessities for a year across the world in a separate contry. She unpacks her belongings, wistfully staring at the many notebooks scattered throughout her suitcase. There's a green one and a red one, in particular, that catch her eye.
"Green for today," she murmurs to herself, grabbing it off the floor. "I need my sanity in control for the new school."
As she pours her emotions onto the page, a throbbing begins in her head. There she is again, Lurestral writes. I can feel her trying to breach the cage. But she won't. The side of me that loves to control and manipulate others, no, not today. She pauses in her writing, briefly touching the pendent on her neck once more. She has no control over me. I control her. Perhaps I won't have to speak tomorrow, she wishes, ending the entry with that line.