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6 yrs ago
"all i want" by kodaline is such a lovely song
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7 yrs ago
Nothing to do but to wait...
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7 yrs ago
Lost my previous account so decided to make another one..
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Lisa Bryant

1103 HRS

Lisa's head turned sharply towards the shouting that came from the drunken, enraged Mr. Jones as he blasted out of the school doors, his furious eyes scanning the area. Ignoring her hungry stomach, she observed intently as the ridiculous event unfolded before her. He then locked eyes with Nick who she hadn’t noticed until that moment, slamming a car’s hood loudly. Before she knew it, they were both knocked out on the cement parking lot.
Her mouth wide and her almond eyes unblinking, she abandoned her tray of food on the bench and ran towards the scene. As she arrived, she noticed a few officers just coming over as well.
She glanced over at Jones for a brief moment and shook her head in disgust. A high school teacher had to be insane to go and try attacking a student. But then again, it was Jones. And what was Nick doing messing with Jones’ car?
“Are you alright?” she inquired in a somewhat quiet voice as she looked at Nick, her arms crossed nervously once the officers shook them back to life.
Her mind was whirling with questions trying to discern what she had just witnessed. She had stayed out of the loop for so long she had no idea what was really going on around her.

Lisa Byrant

September 5th, 1969

1040 HRS

Two hours later, Lisa was able to fly through a few chapters of a book she had been reading for Mr. Allen’s class. Eventually, Mr. Hines had emphasized his last few words and glanced over to the following person to come over and speak.
Lisa’s sleepy eyes and bored expression was replaced by a disturbed look at Jones’ miserable attempt at a speech. Why was she surprised? How that man was still teaching, she had absolutely no idea.
Looking over at the clock at about the same time Jones had ended and knocked over his chair, she noticed it was almost lunch.
“Well, it’s about time.” she murmured to herself as about twenty minutes later the assembly was dismissed.

1100 HRS

Getting in line for lunch, she got a hold of a plastic tray and permitted the lunch lady to put a large spoonful of mac and cheese on it. The apple had only made her hungrier. She got some milk and added a banana and made her way to find somewhere to sit. Not desiring to remain inside, she discreetly slipped outside and found a secluded bench with some sparse oak trees nearby.
Autumn was one of her favored times of the year, and today without fail felt like it. The trees had already begun changing into a variety of captivating colors and a brisk current was passing through Greenville. To keep her hair from flying around, she gathered it and made it into a braid. Wavy strands that were too short, hung loosely, framing her face nicely. She began to eat, her hazel orbs aware of the teachers and students that were out and about.

Lisa Bryant

September 5th, 1969

0810 HRS

Bored, Lisa’s perceptive gaze shifted to her left and then a little further into the line when she noticed Nick and Alex chattering away with each other. Although she couldn’t hear them very well, she supposed by the expression on his face, Nick was ranting about Jones. It was not as if she knew him personally, but every now and then she would happen to walk by him and almost always hear, “something Jones..” in the conversation. Before she could deviate her view, she caught Alex shooting her a warm smile.
Somewhat surprised, her countenance lit up ever so slightly and she smiled back. She went to take another bite out of her apple before realizing that she had already finished. Before she could throw it in the trash, she found the line was accelerating now. She detected a familiar student assisting Counselor Taggert, and when it was her turn to receive her time table, she shot a thankful nod towards the sophomore for helping out.

0815 HRS

Shortly after, she went straight to homeroom, which was English with Mr. Allen. It was one of the few classes- if not the only class that she held an appreciation for. He was a lanky, willowy man, in his mid-thirties, had a seemingly never-breaking joyful personality. Rarely, she had ever witnessed him in a disagreeable mood or mistreat his students. She located an open desk towards the edge of the classroom and noiselessly slid into the seat. Mr. Allen was in the middle of reminding the students that the assembly was at 9am. Suddenly recalling that, she groaned inwardly in her seat.
Lisa Bryant

September 5th, 1969

0745 HRs

...I will be going into base camp in a few days and most likely there I will be able to write more.
By the time this reaches you, you’ve probably already started your senior year. Go in there and get it done with. I know how you hate high school.
Send mom my love and please tell her I’m doing well.
Eddie


Lisa folded up the letter and allowed it to rest briefly on her lap. Leaning over, she pulled the truck’s storage compartment open and an avalanche of letters poured out, scattering all over the passenger’s side of the car.
“Great.” she muttered to herself as she assembled them all, gingerly storing them back in where they have been over the past four years.
She slid the keys into the ignition and the 1960 Chevrolet roared to life. She was grateful for this truck, even though it wasn't something she would pick for herself. About three years ago, soon as she got old enough to drive, she ditched the school bus and borrowed her brother’s truck.

0800 HRs
It was a brisk drive to the school where she had grown up in – only a mere seven minutes away. Mumbling curses that were slated towards the educational institution before her, she pulled into the parking lot catching sight of a spot in the back. She grasped her school bag and headed for the entrance, ignoring the guard’s dictating eye on her. She agilely made her way through the hallways, arriving at her locker. Eliminating some books out of her bag, she recollected that she threw an apple in there for the reason that she was too tired to invest in a decent breakfast.

0805 HRs
She closed her locker and then was promptly on her way towards the eternal line of people that were impatiently awaiting to receive their time table from Counselor Taggert. She steered her way back to the end of the line. Letting her back rest against the wall, she began to bite into her apple as she mentally prepared herself to be there for a very, lengthy amount of time.


Edit: Updated the "Relationships" section with the accepted characters.




If there are any mistakes, my apologies, I'm kinda new to this type of roleplaying. (Btw, I purposely didn't leave a character quote. I can't seem to think of a good one yet.)

This sounds cool. I'm interested!
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