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Ivanna Bel Trinity
Location #1 - Home / Bus stop
Location #2 - School / Art CLub
Waking up from a well deserved rest, Ivanna awoke to the sounds of people fighting in a near by room and sighed. Only in her house could you wake up to instant bickering sighing she pulled herself up and out of bed and over to her wardrobe where she picked out a light blue dress and a sleeveless jean jacket with an attachable and de-attachable hood. Walking over to her bag she slung it over her shoulder than to her shoes. Laying across the black converse was a folder with all her homework. Sliding the folder into the messenger bag she picked up her shoes and brought them out to the living room putting them down she then turned around to walk into the kitchen to find something for breakfast. Settling on a pop-tart she unwrapped it and made herself a cup of black coffee four sugars and some milk. Making it in a to go cup Ivanna put on the lid and made her way to the bus stop.
Being the only one their at the moment Ivanna stood in the silence taking the first sip of her coffee. She could feel it slide down her throat and it made her feel all warm and fuzzy the silence added to her mood. Though the school bus would come for her shortly and whisk her away to the hell hole they call Ryoo high school. The only thing she looked forward to was Art Club that took place at the end of the day. I almost was like a reward for completing another day at school.
As Ivanna sat in the silence she could hear the frantic runs of the others and the sound of the school bus pulling up. Mounting the school bus most of the seats were already taken. Finding one in the back that was empty she sat in it wanting to be left alone to sleep on the bus. That is exactly what happened. Falling asleep on the bus nobody sat net to her, however woke her up once at the school. Making her way off the bus she filed into the doors along side everyone else.
She made her way down the halls of Ryoo high school. Smiling at passing people, and saying hello to those she knew from classes. Lightly giggling at some joke in her brain she turned down the corridors to access her locker. Entering the familiar code into the locker [ 12 - 32 - 44 ] it opened to a small space separated by three different dividers. Sighing the girl took a English notebook and her Science binder; putting them into her gold colored messenger bag in front of homework folder. Smiling she closed her locker turning the combination lock just for extra measure before walking away. She was headed to class her first class.
As Ivanna sat in English room 216 she tapped her pencil to the droning on of her English teacher Mr. McStowe. As he enlightened the class with the reading of Elie Wiesel´s Night Ivanna began to draw little doodles in the corner of her question sheet. Easily board with the material Ivanna glanced at the book sighing. Putting the pencil down she grabbed the book and leaned back in her chair putting her feet on the rung of her desk. Reading the book she read quickly from where they started, Chapter nine, to where they were now (Somewhere to the middle or end of the chapter) and well into chapter ten. She answered the questions as they came for the story. However she was about to turn the page when she realized the classes eyes her. Slowly putting the book down she faced the teacher, the man looked well into his thirties, round face and almost bald head. Somehow he was rocking a Goatee. In a yellow top and dark jeans the girl looked to the teacher and tilted her head ¨I´m sorry. What did you ask me?¨ Mr. McStowe sighed ¨I asked you Ivanna, if you could interpret the line on page 212.¨With a glace down to the page she turned to 212 and looked back up ¨Where were we again¨ Repeating the line. Ivanna sighed making some random, but logical sentence and he nodded turning back to the class ¨Close, but it dose not hit the nail on the head.¨ Sighing Ivanna glanced back up to the clock wanting class to be done with. They all still had another fifteen minutes.
As minutes felt like hours the long awaited class bell pierced the air and Ivanna practically scrambled to get her things together. Once all objects were securely in her bag Ivanna flew out of the room. Glad to be away form the class that board her as badly as History did. Re-entering the hallway she waved to her younger sister who passed her on the way to their next classes.
Physics was not much different. Though her teacher talked about the periodic table, and it was her favorite thing the class just seemed to drone on. The same thing happened with History and Math. Latin was a small turn around, at least she laughed her way through that last class. If she had not, she probably would have entered Art club in a very bad mood.
Fleeing the class happy to finally able enter the art room Ivanna immediately put away the newest drawing into her portfolio. She swore up and down that that art portfolio would be her one way ticket into collage and she was partly right. Turning around she decided to acknowledge the people in the room now with a simple ¨Hey gals!¨ though it was short she knew for the other three it be sufficient enough
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