Listen. That's all you have to do. When the moon lays to rest in the dark blue bed, the wind bellows and blows across Ascendance. All you have to do is listen to the whispers. Listen to the whispers, and they will lead you to where you need to go, and what you need to find. You may be put in danger. You may be frightened and uncomfortable. You may even be pursued, but we promise; once this is all over, Ascendance will be at peace for a lifetime. This is Alice Parr; This is Jonathan Reiner; This is Percy Paulson, and I need your help.
~Desi~
"...This is largely why Romeo and Juliet should not be viewed as a love story." The last of her brown hair falling upon her shoulders once her head tilted for effect, Desi Vale continued to speak in front of the room, slightly reluctantly, but at the same time, appreciative of the opportunity to practice her public speaking.
"A tragedy, perhaps, as many of these occurrences could have been avoided- but the truth behind all of this is simply that Romeo and Juliet did not even attempt to know each other- their likes, their dreams, or even their hobbies. Everything they had was simply based off of Lust." Desi always hated the story of Romeo and Juliet, which is why she was glad to finally present this paper to her teacher, and simultaneously, the entire class. She ended her presentation with a simple 'thank you,' and left the paper in a small tray on the teachers front desk before going back to her own seat somewhere in the middle row.
There wasn't really much to this school- it wasn't your usual small city school with no funding, but it wasn't exactly Blackwell Academy. Of course, most of the funding went to sports, but there were still many other electives such as acting, creative writing, and chorus- which Desi herself was part of. Set up like most high schools, there were seven periods a day, with this being the final period, which meant that as soon as the bell rang, Desi would head to her locker only a few feet outside the class, store her books, and walk home. Speaking of...
That sound which most students were waiting on finally came, and with it, a rush of zipping bags and rushing feet- along with a teacher trying to remind students of something no one payed enough attention to to recall. Once at her locker, with her books away, she waited a bit to see if she could catch any familiar faces before leaving.
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Listen. That's all you have to do. When the moon lays to rest in the dark blue bed, the wind bellows and blows across Ascendance. All you have to do is listen to the whispers. Listen to the whispers, and they will lead you to where you need to go, and what you need to find. You may be put in danger. You may be frightened and uncomfortable. You may even be pursued, but we promise; once this is all over, Ascendance will be at peace for a lifetime. This is Alice Parr; This is Jonathan Reiner; This is Percy Paulson, and I need your help.
~Desi~
"...This is largely why Romeo and Juliet should not be viewed as a love story." The last of her brown hair falling upon her shoulders once her head tilted for effect, Desi Vale continued to speak in front of the room, slightly reluctantly, but at the same time, appreciative of the opportunity to practice her public speaking.
"A tragedy, perhaps, as many of these occurrences could have been avoided- but the truth behind all of this is simply that Romeo and Juliet did not even attempt to know each other- their likes, their dreams, or even their hobbies. Everything they had was simply based off of Lust." Desi always hated the story of Romeo and Juliet, which is why she was glad to finally present this paper to her teacher, and simultaneously, the entire class. She ended her presentation with a simple 'thank you,' and left the paper in a small tray on the teachers front desk before going back to her own seat somewhere in the middle row.
There wasn't really much to this school- it wasn't your usual small city school with no funding, but it wasn't exactly Blackwell Academy. Of course, most of the funding went to sports, but there were still many other electives such as acting, creative writing, and chorus- which Desi herself was part of. Set up like most high schools, there were seven periods a day, with this being the final period, which meant that as soon as the bell rang, Desi would head to her locker only a few feet outside the class, store her books, and walk home. Speaking of...
That sound which most students were waiting on finally came, and with it, a rush of zipping bags and rushing feet- along with a teacher trying to remind students of something no one payed enough attention to to recall. Once at her locker, with her books away, she waited a bit to see if she could catch any familiar faces before leaving.