Er... random something that was thought of about... 30 seconds ago.
Placed at a middle school, with the characters 8th graders.
The girl walked down the hall, her black curly hair swishing as she laughed with her friends, going to second period. Her second period was Algebra, out in the portables. She walked outside, enjoying the warm air but cool breeze. Her friend Zane said something, and she glared at him, smacking him lightly over the head.
Zane's cousin Kyle started laughing, his orange and black messanger bag swinging. Joseph smiled, laughing mentally, knowing that the girl would always be like that. Jess glanced at Joseph, then burst out laughing. Her other friend Dylon, behind her, rammed into her backpack, making Jess laugh even more.
Entering the portable, Jess flipped her black hair, moving it out of her eyes. Noticing that eyes were on her but not caring, she sat down at an empty table that was quickly occupied by her guy friends; Dylon, Zane, Kyle, Jeffery, and Joseph. Jess started doodling on the cover of his notebook, half listening to Kyle and Jess's conversation.
Jess kept moving her hair out of her hair out of her eyes, and she finally stared at it in annoyment; it was just gone in front of her eye again. Her hair covered her left eye, and she flicked it away with her left hand, glaring at Kyle when he started giggling.
Joseph looked around, surveying the carnage that was to be their classroom for the rest of the year. It was rather loud in there (of course!) but not defeaning like the rock concert he, Jess, Dylon, Jeff, Zane, and Kyle had gone to that summer. A guy came up to Jess, asking "Jess? That you?"
Jess turned naround, her hair flipping. She stared oddly at the boy, then said "If I wasn't me, who else would I be? Perhaps a bird, a wolf, or him?" Jerking her head at Jospeh, seated at her right. The boy stared a bit, wondering why Jess had dyed her hair black. Jess looked at him, then burst out laughing at the comical look on his face.
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Something random I jsut came up with...
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