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[b][color=ff2052]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Each other → CR → Mr. Vanderfield [img]http://i.imgur.com/j3psYNS.png?1[/img][/center] [indent]Pressing her thumb on the eraser of her number two pencil, Lorelei watched as the class dispersed and headed toward Mr. Vanderfield’s fortress, kingdom, or what he’d prefer to call it: his very own Lothlórien. Welcome to the fairest realm of the Elves in Middle-earth! If there was one thing Westworth had, it was [i]most definitely[/i] memorable teachers. Teachers you would never forget even when you were in your thirties raising your own and forging something out of yourself, while building everlasting friendships. What would she be doing in five or even ten years? Honestly, Lala had no idea and… didn’t really want to think too much into [b]that[/b]. The [i]future[/i]. Her hobbies and talents were [i]weird[/i], to say the least, but if there was anything that could get her far, it would probably be her need to manage [i]something[/i] and get nearly impossible things done under stressful time crunches. Pressure was something she thrived off of and if and when she set her mind on a project, may it be her own or for someone else, she would accomplish it at all cost. Sure, she was laid back about most things but she was still one of the better people to partner up with for group projects because she had drive and a head with overflowing ideas. A world of her own that was inspired by her loved ones’ passions, talents, and want to do great things. They inspired her… and that’s all she really had to work from. Her skill set was so broad, it kind of stressed her out. She knew what she was good at and what she was capable of doing but she had no idea about… what the fuck was she going to do after graduation. The bell rang which gave her the perfect reason to stop thinking about troublesome topics. Since her and Christopher Robin sat next to each other in English, she didn’t really need to say bye to him, he’d catch up eventually. Grabbing her things, she gave Temperance a wink and a not-so-subtle whisper, [b][color=ff2052]“Good luck, baby girl!”[/color][/b] and then caught up with Desi, who was already ahead of everyone. Walking beside her friend, Lala took a moment to put her pencil behind her ear, then used that same hand to nudge Desi’s shoulder, [b][color=ff2052]“I heard Mister Blaise is going to tell us about our final today, what do you think it’s gonna be? He’s fucking weird. Watch. We’re all gonna have to dress up as characters from Tolkien’s universe. I can believe it.”[/color][/b] Mariah looked over at Lorelei and furrowed her brow in thought for a moment. What did [i]she[/i] think the final was gonna be? Well, for one, work. And for two… [color=0ed3af][b]”Well, if you ask [i]moi[/i], it’s gonna go one of two ways: It’s either gonna be hilariously gay, or straight amazing. There’s really no in-between, he either pushes it to the limit or keeps it low and slow. Or, something like that. I’onno. Want a gummy bear?”[/b][/color] She asked, reaching into her sweater pocket and retrieving a few of the snacks. She popped a couple into her mouth and held out the other ones for Lala to either take or disregard. [color=0ed3af][b]”Everyone’s avoidin’ the no money thing. It sucks. To be honest, with our overall work ethic in the class as a whole, we’ll probably make like six grand and go to somewhere in-state. Forget out of state, let [i]alone[/i] out of country. Except for you and Winnie dah Pooh, I guess you two will head out to the Swiss Alps on graduation day and leave all of us in lil ol’ Westworth behinddd.”[/b][/color] Mariah puckered her bottom lip out in a pout and sighed dramatically, before grinning and rolling her eyes. [color=0ed3af][b]”Nobody would blame you!”[/b][/color] She said, twirling one of the ends of her cap around, before tugging it further down on her ears. Winter was coming. Death was coming. Giving Desi a contemplative stare, Lala reached for a couple of gummy bears, preferably Blue Raspberry, but she took whatever she could from the handful regardless of the type. [i]Leave all of us in lil ol’ Westworth.[/i] [b][color=ff2052]“Even if we find ourselves leaving, we’d make sure to come back. This is our home, after all.”[/color][/b] Placing a gummy bear in her mouth, she chewed on it in frustration, looking straight ahead. Letting out a grumble, which wasn’t necessarily meant to be out loud, she shoved the rest of the bears in her mouth. At last, her lips and actions projected her mental dilemma and she inquired with a mouth full of candy, [b][color=ff2052]“What are you gonna’ do? After graduation? Just become a cat lady and be happy?”[/color][/b] [color=0ed3af][b]”Actually, no. I don’t even really like cats [i]that[/i] much, I just [i]happen[/i] to have a kitty. Believe it or not, ever since I got the job at the store, I’ve been saving pretty much all my money because I wanna go on a world tour before I decide what I wanna do. I’onno what I wanna do! I ain’t good at much, and I’m not that interesting. So I just wanna see what’s out there before I commit to something crazy… lifelong. And, uh, point of order, but I think Winnie’s home isn’t really Westworth, it’s more ten feet in the air or fifty miles downhill, carving out his, ahem, legacy.”[/b][/color] Mariah explained, turning into the English room and gesturing for Lala to follow her. [color=0ed3af][b]”But what do [i]I[/i] know? You’ve been dating him for like, seven years.”[/b][/color] [b][color=ff2052]“You’re right, he’ll go far.”[/color][/b] Lala looked at the teach and gave him a salutations greeting (a nod and half-ass salute) before making her way to her desk and plopping her ass down, [b][color=ff2052]“I think once I figure out what I’m doing, my parents are traveling the world… again. So, maybe Westworth isn’t home. Whatever, I’ll figure it out [i]eventually[/i].”[/color][/b] Taking the pencil out from behind her ear, she lightly drummed at her desk, giving the room a tempo. [b][color=0ed3af]”Well, your home is where your heart is, and since yours [i]so obviously[/i] belongs to a storybook character, maybe just follow him around. Nothing wrong with turning up the housewife game, plus he kinda needs a babysitter. He spends too much time high, I think. On life, of course,”[/color][/b] Deserae added quickly, glancing over at the teacher. [b][color=0ed3af]”Speaking of…”[/color][/b] Turning to head toward her own desk, Mariah gestured at the doorway, where Christopher Robin was slipping in. Christopher Robin made a face in his friend’s direction. Oh, yeah, so creepy. So creepy it got him in a (hopefully) lifelong relationship with the only woman his heart would ever desire. Speaking of which… Christopher Robin polished off the last bit of the chocolate milk and sauntered into the English classroom, plopping down next to his girlfriend at their shared desk. [color=08c7d1][b]”Jar says I’m creepy. Am I creepy? Hi, baby.”[/b][/color] Christopher Robin punctuated his statement with a quick kiss on Lala’s lips and then turned his attention to the teacher. Learn time go time.[/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LjY2NDNkMC5WR2hsSUVKbFlYSmtaV1FnVFdGdUlDWWdTR2x6SUV4dmRHaHN3N055YVdWdS4wAAAA/morris-roman.alternate-black.png[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [indent]There wasn’t much time to give Desi a weird look about becoming a housewife. Was she housewife material? She was good at taking care of Christopher Robin but that didn’t make her housewife material… did it? Her boyfriend graced her lips with a quick peck and then she responded back with a, [b][color=ff2052]“Hi, Piglet. You’re fine.”[/color][/b] in return, ignoring going too deep into the ‘am i creepy’ question, since it looked like Mr. Vanderfield was going to talk any second now… that grin said it all and that mustache was always so distracting. [b][color=6A5ACD]"You know what I love most in this world?"[/color][/b] The jolly old man had a little skip to his walk as he circled his students in his fantasy realm. [b][color=08c7d1]”I’m gonna guess [i]not[/i] shaving cream. Maybe… like, hairy hobbit feet?”[/color][/b] [b][color=6A5ACD]"Ah, Christopher Robin, always a delight to have in class. If only you knew, beards have a way of… growing on you. Well, not [i]you[/i].”[/color][/b] Turning on his heel, he looked down at the two lovebirds that sat with each other wherever they could get away with it. Taking note of the annoyance written in Lala’s expression, perhaps thinking too much about unnecessary things, he chuckled to himself and the coursing thoughts in his mind. English. The class where kids could escape from their responsibilities and woes. [b][color=6A5ACD]"Where was I… oh yes, what I love most in this world [i]besides[/i] all things Lord of the Rings.”[/color][/b] He walked past his other students noticing Temperance cheeks were kissed pink. Interesting. Young people were so interesting. Blaise remembered the good ol’ days like it were yesterday... [b][color=6A5ACD]"Well, that’s easy.”[/color][/b] He went to his closet decorated like it should lead to a dungeon and disappeared for a moment. Leaving the kids to chatter and what not for the time being. [b][color=ff2052]“My beardless boy is cute.”[/color][/b] Lala teased, adding to Mr. Vanderfield’s remark. The bdm picked up with her pencil, as she waited for their teacher to come back out of the closet. When he made his grand return, her left eyebrow rose. The old man was carrying a shit ton of moleskine notebooks and dropped it on Remy’s desk. [b][color=6A5ACD]"Be a chap and pass these out."[/color][/b] Blaise requested and knew Remy wasn’t one to argue and so the boy abided. While Remy walked around the classroom giving everyone a notebook, Blaise strolled to his record player and played David Bowie Ziggy Stardust on low volume. Rest in Piece Bowie. [b][color=6A5ACD]"Here.”[/color][/b] He surveyed his class and tapped his pointer finger on his temple (his noggin). Straightening himself up, he continued to emphasize what he loved, [b][color=6A5ACD]"Or in Spongebob terms, your…”[/color][/b] The old man mimicked the Sponge’s hand gestures, [b][color=6A5ACD]"Imagination.”[/color][/b] Back in the front, the eccentric man calmly pet at his beard and informed his students on their yearly homework, [b][color=6A5ACD]"What you’re looking at is your Final. You have an entire year to fill those books with whatever you want. Your thoughts, stories, drawings -- the possibilities are endless. Every couple of weeks, I’ll have you Show & Tell one of your entries. Describe what was going on in your mind when you created it and show the class. Perhaps it could lead to mind-blowing discussions or even better, heated debates. Who knows? Treat these books with care, I’d like to see them in one piece by the end of the year. Got it?"[/color][/b] The old man was on a roll, so he didn’t wait for anyone to respond, he was ready to talk about the next thing! [b][color=6A5ACD]"If you have any questions, see me after class. Now. The moment I’ve been waiting for. Your first group project of the semester!”[/color][/b] With dramatic flare, he pulled at his projector screen, which immediately flew up with a loud [b]CLANK[/b] and the groups with their themes were revealed. [center][b]Group 1: Theme - Unrequited Love & Infatuation[/b] Oliver, Ryan, Anna, Kieran [b]Group 2: Theme - Dreams Vs. Reality[/b] Remy, Mariah, Madison, Mackenzie, Sophia [b]Group 3: Theme - Lies, Betrayal, & Treachery[/b] Nicolas, Aidan, Jade [b]Group 4: Theme - Fate [/b] Jareth, Christopher Robin, Lala, Temperance [/center] [b][color=6A5ACD]"We’ve been learning many themes in the Shakespearean universe. The Friday before Halloween, I would like you to present to the class a short play of your own. Only one scene is required but there must be a beginning, middle, and end. Let the story go in a full circle or leave us with a cliffhanger. There’s no limitations, except the ones you make. I want to see what you all can do. Okay!"[/color][/b] Clapping his hands together, causing it to echo in the room, Mr. Vanderfield gave them their task for today, [b][color=6A5ACD]"We only have so much time. Break into your groups and start cooking up plot.”[/color][/b] [/indent]