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          ring, ring. the bell signalled the start of break time for the students. instead of running to the cafeteria, she went to the quadrangle, for she didn't feel hungry at all.
          
          after roaming around, aria scrutinized a very clean whitewashed wall in the school's campus. it was a very clean slate and was tempting to put graffiti on. the sunlight perfectly complemented it, as it gave a sheen shine to the wall.
          
          temptation was her bestfriend and she always gave in to it. she dropped her duffel bag filled with spray paint cans and got ready to work.
          
          that's when she heard footsteps. for all she knew, this person or student, would immediately tell the headmistress. but she couldn't care less.
          
          "what do you want, hoe?" she scowled at the student, her spray paint bottle pointed at him/her. she also didn't care about the foul word she used, for this student, in her eyes, was clearly a nuisance.

"crush ko si aria noona. ang ganda niya. wenk wonk."
          
          [ apologies. this is only a dare. hope you had a great day. ]

Stumbling into an open forest field, Chase realized that the field was completely empty. There was no one—all is but an empty bench underneath the tall oak tree, a quiet hush and the smell of flowers seeping in around. The young Herondale embraced the ambiance of the environment, letting his guard down as he sauntered towards the empty bench whilst clutching the straps of his favorite leatherbag. He sat down on the bench, opening his bag and picked up a book inside, and with care bring forth another one of his babies; Alicia. A newly sprouted cactus.
          
          He flipped the book opened and sat comfortably, even crossing his legs. "Alicia, you can enjoy the sunlight whilst I read here." He said as if he was talking to a little child, placing them onto the ground in front of him. He smiled, satisfied that he found this open area without anyone here. They would probably find him weird talking to a cactus as if it's a baby. Soon, his ears perked up, picking up the sounds of the rush footsteps in the distance.
          
          He closed his book, scrutinizing the environment yet found no one. He massaged his temple, momentarily closing his eyes. "I must've be paranoid—" The footsteps was once again heard but this time, it seems to be much swift. Chase stood up from the bench, turning his back and furrowed his brows, there seems to be no one but where does the sound came from? "A cactus?" Someone spoke that made Chase startled, he turned his back to face Alicia but found her plastic pot habitat was flattened.
          
          His face turned pale. "Alicia...?" He blurted out, staring at the tiny sprout cactus beside lying beside the flattened plastic pot. He kneeled down, picking up the sprout and put it in his palms; completely neglecting the stranger in front of him who was giving him judging looks.

Jana smiled to herself as she drew in her notepad, giggling quietly. She was sitting on the school steps, waiting for someone to come back out so why shouldn’t she draw a little something? In the end, she drew an adorable suga from BTS with hearts surrounding him.  She giggled to herself again, wondering if he would ever see this. She let out a sigh when she realized he wouldn’t. She suddenly had the feeling that someone was watching her, and turned around to see a lad/lass staring over her shoulder. Right. At. Her. Drawing. She gasped, her eyes full of alarm as she quickly shut the notepad. “Hi!"

✎ STARTER ! ""
          
          
          Sora's papery pale skin is in major contrast with the warm sun that bathe her skin. She looked unhealthy, because of lack of physical activities in her life. She looked sickly thin, the result of living off cup noodles, chips, and ready-to-eat products. 
          
          But she couldn't help it, could she? Her happiness is indoors. Mainly in her room. Where she stays all day and night watching japanese animations, anime. Surrounding her is a bunch of weeabo merchandise, and other figures.
          
          She was in all bliss and happiness, until her adoptive father encouraged her to attend a real school instead of being tutored at home. (Mind you, there was also the mild insults thrown about her hobby, and she was upset.) But her dad is beyond reason. Even threatened that he woulf cut her allowances every month.
          
          That is completely insane. Where would she get the money to buy a newly released manga? Fully colored and english translated are quite pricey after all! Sure, there's the option of finding a job, but last time she's checked, people hire those who have atleast finished highschool.
          
          That's how she came and attended Oakleaf, the only problem keeping her from her obsessions.
          
          

( omg?!!! ) 

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          how boring can a life of yasmine marsielle can get, you ask? well as you can see. yasmine was just strolling around the campus's hallway, facing down. facing down? well that's weird. but let's continue the narration. her eyes examining every corner of the hallway's floor.
          
          when a piece of paper caught her attention. she stopped on her tracks, her eyes focused on the white slightly crumpled paper on the ground. well for you, it might seem like an ordinary used paper but for her its not.
          
          do you know, that one of yasmine's habits is to collect non precious materials/things? for she believed that every stone has a rough diamond inside. weird again? well you must be used to it now.
          
          yasmine's eyes flew upward to a stranger who's casually walking, not minding his/her surroundings. her eyes widen, when realization hit her, the stranger was about to step on the paper "hey stop right there!" a command suddenly left her mouth, lifting her right hand to stop the stranger. she blinked twice, realizing that she might come off rude.
          
          ⠀⠀﹙ hello, sorry if you find this starter weird, op is not in her right self when she's writing this. anyway if you're confused or has any question regarding to the starter feel free to ask me ﹚

basking under the illuminating sun, the gentle gusting wind across the warm breeze; loki let out a satisfied smile. the lad situated his hands in his trouser's pockets, his jet black locks adorning his crimson highlights swayed along the wind.
          
          positioning himself and then placed his slender fingers at the fretboard. a bubbly, melodious tune soon enveloped the area as loki started strumming softly yet passionately, and soon opened his mouth. "three little birds sat on my window," he sang. "and they told me i don't need to worry-" loki reflexively paused, scrutinizing his chinky eyes around yet find no one.
          
          he sighed, putting the guitar strap across his shoulder and closed his eyes momentarily. "why did you stop?" loki asked himself aloud, a little confused as he slightly puckered his lips. contemplating for a reason he had never thought of.