Alpha Academy discussion

Share your writing, write, whatever! Writing will go on desplay at end of year.

((yay! My fave class ever!))

((Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

Regan entered, clutching a thick journal that had been used way too much. Her name was written in normal font on the cover, that read, 'Regan's Writing Journal SECRET'. She had crossed off secret because she felt as though they would be sharing their work now, not keeping it secret. "Hey!" she piped up happily, "I just finished the prologue of my story. It's titled Flameia, here it is." She flipped open the journal and showed a page with many crossed out words covering it. http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...

Regan beamed. "Thanks!" she said happily, loving the praise. She closed her journal, a bit of her shyness that used to envelope her taking over, and put it back in her backpack.

"Hello commoners!" Izabel said, walking in with a princess wave. She burst out laughing. "You are you guys?" She said walking over to a desk, sitting on it and spinning. "Weeee" She said giggling. She dropped her overstuffed binder and spinned to face Regan and Amanda

((You can un-mod me now, I finished inviting))

Regan laughed at Izabel and replied to Amanda. "Yeah, I think I am," she said happily, tying her shoe that had come untied. Her pink vans matched her shirt perfectly, and the color suited her well.

((Okay!))

Izabel smiled, her big blue eyes sparkling. "Pink shoes own!" She said showing her shoes. She highfived Regan and started laughing.

Kayla walked in behind Izabel, laughing. She set her book bag down again in a chair across from Regan and next to Izabel.

Regan nodded, looking into Izabel's blue eyes with her own sparkling brown ones. "Yeah!" she said, connecting with Izabel's hand in mid-air. Regan laughed at Amanda and asked, "What other classes do you have?"

"All." Izabel said simply. "Because I was the True Alpha last year I get to take all the classes I want instead of just 6. Should be fun!" She said, clapping her hands together all prissy.

Regan looked at Izabel. "Really? You got to chose your classes? Sweet! I really hope I'm the True Alpha..." she said happily, pulling out her journal again. "Oh, who's the teacher here? I'm just curious, and seeing as you were here last year you should know," Regan said as she flipped open her journal and scribbled out a couple of words.

"Oh, I have sports, writing, singing, cooking, technology, and literary. We have four classes together, awesome!" Regan said happily, smiling warmly at Amanda.

"This teachers awesome. Hes super funny, but kinda lame. But hes awesome! His name is Mr. Fanning." She smiled, her braces flashing.

Regan looked skeptical as she continued to edit her writing. She shrugged and said, "Well, I have a good sense of humor too, so I guess we'll get along!" She pulled a face that looked like Donald Trump when he concentrated. She high-fived Amanda, still holding the face.

Regan smiled, finally releasing the face (( http://m133.photobucket.com/image/gir... xD)). She turned to the front of the class, her brown eyes shining, and took her pony-tail holder out of her hair, letting her hair fall to just past her shoulders. It had a slight wave in it where her hair had been put up, but other than that it was perfectly straight.

Izabel giggled. She jumped off the desk, and put her binder on it. It was impossible to tell what the first color was on the binder. It had been purple, but it looked like it had been attacked with neon green, blue, pink and orange pens.

Mr Fanning walked in, smiling. "Welcome to Writing!" He said clasping his hands together. "Every day, we will start off with a joke. Heres the one for today. Okay. Dracula decides to have a contest with his 3 bats to see who can get the most blood, in the shortest amount of time. He sends out bat number one, and the bat comes back about 10 minutes later with blood dripping from its fangs. How did you get so much blood? Dracula said to his bat, then the bat said 'well you see that lampost? past that lampost is a house!' 'ah very well' dracula said to bat number one. he then sent out bat number two and it came back about 5 minutes later with blood on its wings, fangs and feet. dracual said 'how did you get so much blood?' then the bat said 'you see that lampost? past that lampost is a house. past that house is a school.' 'ah i see.' dracula said, then he sent out bat number 3. bat number 3 came back, dripping with blood, blood every where. 'how did you ever find so much blood?' dracula said to bat number 3. 'well,' bat number 3 said, 'you see that lampost?' 'yes' dracula said. 'Well i didnt.' the bat said!" Mr Fanning started to laugh and he slapped his knee. "Ahh." He said rubbing his hands together. "Feast your orbs on the board." He said, pointing to the board.

Izabel giggled and looked over at Regan, Amanda and Kayla

Regan laughed at Amanda and Mr. Fanning. She gently pushed Amanda's hand away from her hair with her hand and then she looked at the board.

"Who would like to read?" Mr Fanning said looking around. his eyes rested on Izabel. "Ah, hello Izabel. Can you read please?"

Izabel smiled. "Sure!" She said, and read off the board, "We will have a project,that will have us working closely with the other classes this term, (The next 2 weeks), to create a Hunger Games Movie. You will be working closer with the Literature class than anyone else. We are going to write the script based on what the Liturature Class wants us to include. We will be working in groups or pairs, with the Literature Class. Add your own ideas if you want. Have Fun!" Izabel finished reading.

Regan nodded, already knowing what they had to do from their Literary class. She whispered in Izabel's and Amanda's ears, "What class do you have next? I have Cooking...."

((Yes you may.))

(am I in this class?)

Emma walked in and had her notebook that was chock full of the stories and TV Shows she wrote.

Susan was carrying a stack of notebooks full of her stories and play scripts she had wrote. "Make way, coming through!" she said.

Regan looked up at the new comers, flicking through pages of her notebook again. "Are we going to get a prompt to write about?" she inquired, looking around.

"I dunno..." said Susan. "Whoaaa..." Susan tripped on her shoe lace and fell down.

Arabella walked in the room. Her silver and blue messenger bag was glued to her hip. She sauntered into the room, her purple converse made no sound against the floor. She sat down and immedieatly took out a worn book and a gold pen. Back home she was never see not writing. Her Pen made marks across the page just like a henna tattoo. Suddenly the class fell silent.

Susan scrambled to pick her notebooks back up. Then she noticed she had dropped her laptop. "Aww nuts!" Susan picked it up and checked carefully for any damage.

Amy jsut got done writing her poem she turned it in to the teacher and left class. poem( http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...)

(haha I like it!)

(Ya thanks I was bored when i worte it lol)

Rosalie peered around the classroom from her seat at the back, her necklaces clanging against the desk. So far, the only girls she recognized were Miley, Regan, and Arabella. Rosalie sighed and leaned against the chair of her desk, kicking her slender legs up and over the table. She leaned her head back, her shock of bronze hair tumbling over her back. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and slowly set down writing her poem.

Contagiousness is catching, breaking in distortion
and the walls are bending over in this vision of distortion
outside the window, flames whirl like tiny stars
they are settled in the sounds, in a smoky black mirage.

Tantalizing fruits. they hang from rotten trees
as the city burns in fire, set to kill the weak
we're burnishing the strong and we're bringing in the large
an angry mob that yells at us to listen: duty calls.

The cheshire cat will smile, showing all of his sharp teeth
to discover and devour those in love who cannot speak
they lie in tangled heaps of mud and life and bone
we'll set fire to their differences, because we're coming home.

(:O Whoah that was awesome!)

Susan sat down at her desk and opened her notebook. She found some poems she had written earlier(I honestly wrote them, they are free verse).

TRAPPED INSIDE
It is a dark and cold fear that hinders me.
My light is trapped inside.
I want to burst out of my shell.
I want to feel the warmth again.
This corner is so cold, so dreary, so dark.
But I am afraid to come out.
If you could count all my tears, it would seem like an ocean of plenty.
I wanna break out.
Set me free.
I miss the breeze, the touch of grass.
The world I used to know is no more,
Let me go, darkness will not keep.
Yet again, I am afraid, you are afraid,
To let me go.
I am to be trapped inside this dark cold cage.
Forever.

((Thanks, I'm somewhat of a poet ^^ ))

Rosalie peered over Susan's work. "Nice symbolism," she praised the girl. "But the topic is kind of done already. Although you did manage to bring in some new details that I don't normally associate with angst. You're really good," she finished with a smile.

Susan grinned. "Thanks Rosalie, whenever I am upset it always helps for me to write a poem like this. It just explains how I feel."

Arabella tried to hide her papers, she hated people seeing what she worte becasue she never thought she was as good.

"Excuse me," Arabella whispered to Miley.

" Can you lend me a pen, mine ran out of ink"

Amaranta walked in with a laptop full of everything that she has ever writen. She sat down opened it. She thought for a few minutes and then started writing:

My name is Annabelle Masion. I am sixteen years old. Three years ago I was kidnapped. My family probably thinks I'm dead. I wish I was dead. It would be best if I was dead.

My kidnappers took me halfway across the country and started experimenting on me. They grafted different types of DNA into me. Now I'm a freak of nature. I want this to stop. I need this to stop. Even if I die trying...

((I really did write this not very long ago...maybe like three hours ago. It'll be the description of the story I'm going to start writing. What do you guys think of it?))

((It seems mildly cliche. Good start, though.))

((Really, how?))

((Er, the whole, 'grafting DNA' thing and the supernaturality of it... the concept is tiring already. It probably seemed like a good idea when you thought of it but it's been so used already.))

((Hmmm...yeah, you might be on to something. What about this

Taylor Evernight is a normal fifteen year old girl, except for the fact she cannot stop daydreaming. She spends her free time in her imagination, creating worlds and wielding incredible powers. That is as close she can come to anything unusual...

Until one day she is thrown into a world she had no idea existed. Now she is struggling to learn what is a daydream and what is reality

I know there is still the supernaturality, but that's the type of writing I do. Does it sound okay?))

((Very nice. I'm intrigued.))

((Yay! And good, I already have nine chapters of that one...and a spin-off...and I'm working on a series of notes and information about it. It's my main priority, and my baby. Here's a link: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2... ))

((Good! Very, very good. :D

Voila here?

http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/3... ))

((Cool. I like it.))

((shut up Miley))
"OMG i love your stroy Amaranta! Its great!"

"Thanks. I'm glad you like it. You might like this too. http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2... It's a spin off of that. I would recomend that you read chapter three of Daydreamer first, because that is where it starts. It's in Ailina's point of view."

"Id love to, canyou give me the link."

((The link is in there))