Lunch Time

[madison]

You might think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not

Madison ducked out of the cafeteria, making her way around the few people in the hall, and moving to sit in the corner she sat in nearly every lunch; To write. She set her bag on the floor behind her, and slid down the wall, before digging out the familiar journal she wrote in. She took another second to find a sharp pencil, before opening the note book, tapping the pencil on the clear page.

Maddie bit her lip, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, doodling on the edge of the page, before writing some words onto the page, not sure what to write about at the moment. Humming a tune to herself, she pulled her legs up, resting the notebook on her knees, before beginning to write again.

Lying here, she should have realized it was all real. It had never been a dream. There was no way she could pinch herself and wake up, as much as she would have liked for that to happen. This was really her life, this hell hole she had to call home. No one who loved her, no one who would even think twice about helping her. Lianna frowned as she threw another stone into the lake, hearing foot steps behind her, she paused before turning. To her surprise...

Madison stopped, not sure who or what would be standing there when Lianna turned around. Lianna being the fictional version of herself, in a fantasy world; All of her fantasy worlds Lianna was what Maddie wished she was. Of course, maybe Lianna was more like the writer than she thought. Biting her lip, she drew a little star on the side of the page thinking.

Outfit | Lunch Time
Words | 284
Tag | Open
Notes | Actually, it's supper time... Oh well!

[raikan]

The smell of youth and ignorance surrounded Victor. He had no respect for some of this youngsters, he didn't really show it, he preferred to walk around with a warm grin in his face, a friendly look in his deep gray eyes. That was one of the reasons why most students liked him...He was the mysterious, good-looking, charming teacher. He always had an "hello" ready to be thrown at someone. Victor was able to turn History into a fun, entertaining class when most of the times it was seen as a boring, tedious subject.

He walked around the chairs inspecting some of the students with the corner of his eye. Some were throwing paper balls at each other, on the other side, loud noises and scene girls singing songs that made Victor think they had no musical taste whatsoever. Sometimes he acted weird, he liked to sit near the students just to see what their reaction would be. Some female students would blush, he was indeed good looking, some would just move to another seat since most students don't like to have any sort of relationship with teachers. Some others tried to look tough by insulting him indirectly.

He liked to study minds and reactions, so he couldn't really care less about the insults or ignores. Karistroff looked to his left and a girl was sitting alone on one of the benches, it seemed like she was writing something. If what she was writing wasn't some sort of love note or pointless sentences about death, she had already earned some respect from him. With both hands inside his pockets he approached her table and without uttering a single word he just sat down in front of her with a kind yet wise look on his eyes.

Could she be interesting? At first glance she looked just like any other girl of her age. Then again, even tho this school was special, the students looked so "regular". With their jokes, groups and useless thoughts. If someone from the outside entered this place they would probably think this was just a normal teaching establishment. Students to one side, teachers to the other. The stench of tobacco was everywhere, most of the teens liked to hide from the school staff so they could smoke...Like any other place!

After deliberating if she was worthy of his tests he smiled to her without even waiting for her to actually say something he just opened his mouth and released the simplest word he could release right now "Hello!" This would seem so simple, yet his test was on. Let's then reveal her reaction and and hope she breaks the chain of stereotypes. It would be hard...