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    Scarletta smiled, and nodded, sitting next to him. "That was a little odd..that lion coming over, thinking he's boss" she mumbled, and took out her sketch pad. Her drawings were a little less graphic than Skye's, but some still included many various weapons. She set about shading the picture she did from earlier: her with huge angel wings. She sighed at it and drew some cobwebs in place of feathers on the wings, and smiled, nodding. "That looks a little better.." and glanced at her watch. "Sh**...oh well..some girl stole my gym bag anyway..so I'll pass on that" she decided, sniggering. Scarletta was known to skipp her classes and not do homework...at all. She got a red pen and wrote 'I am a fallen angel' on the page and turned it over.

    Anyway, back to role play.




    He kept his wings hidden under a Henley, and a sweatshirt. They were pretty big sings, and he was getting uncomfortable. He didn't want to risk asking to go out or anything, so he just slightly moved them now and then. But he was also afraid about shedding feathers. They old eventually work their way out from his Henley, and fall out the bottom. Pooping feathers.. He liked it. He giggled thinking about the thought, and covered it up as a cough, but gains stares either way,

    Scarlet flicked her tail, and looked at the page, which was now blank. "I don't know now..." she said lowly, and looked at a large wolf outside the willow tree. She sniggered. "He looks more like a walrus.." she mumbled, and put the pencil on her pad, but shook her head. She began drawing herself sat with her sketch pad, like she was now. She wrote 'I feel special' on it, in small letters. Then 'I feel wanted' and 'I feel happy', along with another few of her thoughts. She liked Skye.

    "Skye? You know that guy from before...I'm not calling you weak, I'm really not, but if you want to come back to my place after school.." she said awkwardly, not wanting to offend him

    I'll be back." He whispered, and got up. He exited the building, and took off his sweatshirt. The Henley hand holes in it, because it was more comfortable. He flamed them around. He just didn't know he was in front of the class window. He was 16 yards away.

    She nodded. "Ok" and looked in her bag, and stopped, seeing scars up her arms and on her wrists. A few deeper scars read: I'm not alive' up her arm, like a removed tattoo. She hid it under her fur, and took out a book

    He smiled, and stretched. He felt better. His wings were stretched out, and he was comfy. He put his sweatshirt back on, and went back in.

    She smiled at him, and went back to the book, writing in it. It was her diary, but was mostly poetry. It was in plain sight, and she didn't seem to care. Afterall, poetry wasn't a thing to be hidden.

    Percy walked out of the classroom. Finally, the last class of the day was over. He dug his ipod out of his backpack, chose a random playlist, put on a set of headphones, and pressed play. "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons came on. Then, going outside, he grabbed a notebook from school and drew in the back of it.



    Violet, who was also outside, quickly did her homework then pulled out the book "Redwall". She had read it already, but it was a really good book. She was at a really epic battle scene, too.

    Scarlet nodded "I'm glad", and looked at the branches of the willow. She smiled a little, and put the book away. Scarletta layed back, the palms of her hands facing the sky. She didn't care about her scars now...anyway, there'd probably be more there the next day