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THANK YOU OAKLEAF ACADEMY ! YASMINE MARSIELLE AKA urlegistesthyunjinph IS SIGNING OFF. 
          
          

( saw a cat on your profile, thinks about unfollowing you unnie* )

Eyes wide, Sora moved a couple steps away from the stranger. She seemed harmless enough, but that doesn't mean that she's not weary of her. Sora pulled her suitcases along with her and put up the bravest face she could muster, even though her insides were in chaos. "No problem here!" She defended and lowered her voice. "Just... lost." she added.

STARTER ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
          
          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.

He accidentally dropped his paintbrush as soon as he heard her name. He was so focused on what his doing to the point the he doesn't look at the student's face. As he saw one of his noona, his eyes widened. "N-noona Yas. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. I think I'm lost in thoughts as soon as you've saw my painting." He explained whilst bowing down because of guilt.
          
          He continued painting her request. "Well, how's your music life? We haven't played with the other members lately." He chuckled while still focused on his art.

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

"Look a love letter!" Lucy's eyes almost popped out after hearing those words. Eager and interested about everything concerning the letter, she says to her friend, "ooh! Anong nakasulat? Para kanino raw? Sino nag sulat?" Sunod sunod nitong tanong.

Stumbling into an open forest field, Chase realized that the field was completely empty. There was no one—all is but 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.

He fixed his hair for a moment. "Hmm, easy peasy. Alright then." He stepped back for about 1 meter away from the lassie. Then he started looking at her from bottom to top. He tried memorizing her. After a minute, he went back at took a thumbs up. "Done! Hold on."
          
          He took an indian seat and opened his bag. He picked a paper, paint, and a paintbrush and started to do his thing. "What's your name?" He asked while he's still focused on his painting.

✎ 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.