~CHARACTER~ (To Be Revealed)

“Come on te fuckin…”
Sammy shook with the lock of her locker, the combination not going through again, making her struggle with it as she shook and even kicked her locker, the bottom of it dented from the constant abuse it endured. As she was ready to give it another hard kick of of pure frustration, she would feel someone’s hand rest onto her shoulder, giving it a soft rub
“Allow me” A male’s voice detto as she was gently moved to the side. The guy that worked on the lock was a student, a senior like Sammy. Andrew was a student in Sammy’s homeroom class, as well as a theater...

Richmond, Virginia

“Oi San-saaaan where te put it???” The Korean mother called after her almost two-year old son. She was scrambling around her one-bedroom apartment in cerca of his boots, wondering how it was possible to lose something in such a small living space. Her unwashed hair was lazily pulled back into a hairclip, and she wore an oversized sweater with flannel pants and mismatching slippers since she was in a rush––doing her best to avoid the lego pieces scattered all over the floor. She definitely did not want to be late for the first giorno of school. She had just finished...

Four years ago
Sammy looked out the window of the car, staring outside at the school that was in front of her, the many different kids that were piling inside the halls. Sammy looked down at her black dress pants with her white dress shirt, her hair tied up into a bun that her mother did for her before she was sent off. Her father putting the car into park as he spoke, “Alright, we’re here. Out te go.”
Sammy looked out at the school, feeling a bit nervous at the sight of it, turning to her father to ask, “Dad, are te sure-”
“Yes, I’m sure” He interrupted her, his finger drumming...

Franklin, Ohio
“Man, where did te say this thing was, dude?”
“Over here, it’s not that far”
Jay and Michah strolled through the forest, the forest hidden behind a cloudy giorno in the small town countryside just beyond the school. It was a place he was certain he saw one of the students go into. He looked around at the sky, his dad’s shotgun hanging off his shoulders as they strolled through the autumn evening, the dead leaves crunching underneath their boots. Micah took a long drag on his cigarette as he looked around as he spoke, “You think those two come out here to fuck?”
“Yeah...

Today I decided that I would ask Galiah più domande about her own experiences in her village, hoping to get a better understanding of her people and to an extent her own personal life. Sitting down in the biblioteca again, I decided to ask her a few domande on beliefs
M: So do te have any deities te worship, any kinds of philosophies that te follow
G: We have many gods that we look up to. For every concept, for every need that we have, for every living creature, there is a deity. There's Far'ool, God of the Harvest that ensures a bountiful harvest. There is Margoh, Goddess of the Hunt that...

"Aye! The fries, guy, the frickin' fries! We've got customers waiting too damn long!"

I knew it! I knew it, I knew it— Raven bit the inside of her lip anxiously, resisting the ever so present urge to lift her head and look back. She hated it, being the first to arrive at their meet ups, and typically left with the awkward feeling of people thinking that someone had left her high and dry. Sometimes it left her feeling as if when they finally did arrive, they had considered it. It didn't exactly help that Tommy's seemed to be busier than usual. o the fact that she had ordered fries right before...

After the events that happened outside at the apartment, I’ve come to the conclusion that Galiah could teach us some martial arts of her own, and hopefully we can teach her how to use weapons that we have mastered. Today I challenged Galiah to mostra me what her people's style of fighting was. I prepared myself with all the essentials, a bike helmet, knee pads, elbow pads and a cup just in case. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I had to prepare for the worst with someone like her.
G: I apologize, te wish for me to do what?
M: Exactly what I said. I wish to see what your people are capable...

“I… I didn’t get in…” Eighteen-year-old Yoon stared at the rejection letter on the screen. She was slightly chubbier, with long hair and side bangs that stubbornly covered half of her face.

After carefully reviewing your application, we regret to inform te that we will not be offering te admission to the università of Florida.

She slowly felt herself sink into the living room’s couch, watching from the reflection of her computer an eager mom hide a party blower and a recording phone in case she had gotten accepted. Why hadn’t they accepted her? Was it the lack of extracurricular...