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Dec 16, 2010 11:48AM
Psycology is the study of behavoirs and reactions. Need teacher.
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Brandon walked in for a class.
Brandon made the yogurt bounce out.
Pomona skipped into class happy to be alive. It was a nice day and she liked most of her classes. She saw the other three people, and smiled softly, though they probably couldn't see it through the curtain of hair that shielded her face.
Air stared to circulate the blood. He smiled.
((He can controll them so instead of dieing from a blood clot he used it to kill the blood clot.))
Pomona seated herself and whipped out a multi-colored scarf. She covered the desk before placing a small mason jar and filling it with a few daisies. She drew some water out of the bottle in her bag and held an orb of it aloft before quickly slipping it beneath the daisies' petals.
He shot hot air on himself, he was getting cold.
"Oh, hello," Pomona said brightly. She was so unused to people noticing anything about her, that the greeting felt strange, almost foreign.
"I'm Pomona," she replied taking the offered handing and shaking it. This may be her first friend here. Amazing!
Brandon shot hot air everywhere.
Brandon looked down. He started to study, he was just joking around.
Stef wrote: "Aima shook her hand and felt sudden heat. That man is getting on my nerves. She glupped and faced the girl. "What...el...element..are..you?" She asked, over pronusiating each word. If he bugs me on...""Water, with a special affinity for plants. And you?" Pomona smiled and tried her best to ignore the idiot blowing hot air.
"Oh, I totally understand. Can you write in english?" Pomona had had a very good friend when she was little who was french. They had written notes to communicate.
"ooh, I could teach you if you like. " Pomona had always been partial to people who she felt needed her. That was probably why she liked plants best. They never stopped needing her.
Aismi walked in holding her books and a pass
Pomona waved to the new girl, her happiness unrestrained.
She smiled "Sorry that I'm late, I was at the doctors"
All of a sudden she clutched her head in pain dropping her stuff
"Hi, I'm Pomona, and this is Aima," she was so overjoyed she let her accent slip, and for a second she sounded thoroughly Greek. Darn it. The girl before her fell to the floor.
Just as suddenly she dropped her arms and dusted herself off before picking up her stuff
"Oh my goodness are you okay?" Pomona landed in the lap of a sleeping boy as she stumbled to reach the other girl. He looked very startled and trapped her with an arm. She smiled, "I'm awfully sorry, but would you mind moving your arm?" Her accent was american once more.
He woke up. "Wha?" A dust devil formed.
"Perfectly fine" she said with a smile
"Okay." Pomona turned to the boy. "Could you possibly let me go?" She was afraid of angering him, but she really felt strange, being so near the opposite gender and all.
He lifted his arms and stopped the dust devil. He started a tornado and made it only spin on his desk. He dropped his pencil in it and it shot to the wall. It stuck into it.
The tornado morphed into a hurricane with nothing, but airry clouds. "Can an electric add electricity and a water add water? We could make a small scale hurricane.
"just add water and electricity." he smiled. He sounded like a commercial dude for instant hurricanes.
He smiled at her. "Who are you?"
Pomona, who was now at her desk, added water from the flower vase
The hurricane rained, but it Brandons updraft brought it back to the hurricane.
Hestya walked in, followed by Orion.
Aismi smiled at the two people who walked in
