Trying To Understand [WREN]

[LUCIA MARIE NEWMAN]

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i'll never back down, never give in

She wondered if this was sort of cheating.

To be perfectly fair, she had told the school administration that she was fluent in German. The girl had lived in Germany for a good part of her life, after all, so it only made sense. She felt that it was a rather fun language, to be honest. Sure, the fact that there were six different ways to say “you”, three ways of saying “the” and all objects apparently had genders according to the Germans made it a bit difficult at times. But easy work was boring, at least in her gaze. And, okay, she did realize that she wasn’t the most normal girl out there. But pfft. Not that she cared. But not the point – the point was that she had told said school administration and they still put her in German.

Sometimes she worried about the intelligence of adults.

Lucia had known that there were two ways she could go about it. She could’ve gone into the class with her nifty German skills and shown everyone up, and probably earn their hatred for the rest of her high school career. While she didn’t really care what most people thought of her, the idea of being hated really wasn’t appealing. Plus, Lucia wasn’t a show-off. Okay, maybe a little, but not enough to have everyone despise her. So she went with the second option, and pretty much kept to herself in the class. The teacher had remarked several times that she did amazing work – Lucia had smiled, thanked him, and left it at that. It was just simpler. Lucia helped others when they asked, but most of the time, she just chilled in the back of the class, doing her own thing.

It was incredibly boring.

Today, their teacher had stepped out of the classroom, and, as every class did when the teacher was away, the class was goofing off. Lucia was at her customary place in the back, mentally rolling her eyes. There was no way in hell she was about to get into trouble by participating in the chaos in the centre of the room. Instead, she was filling out the homework pages for the weekend. It was a Friday afternoon and while she didn’t have any super interesting plans for the weekend (read: absolutely none), the slender blonde girl didn’t want to be stuck doing homework, either. Homework was gross.

…and also very boring. Lucia sat back with a sigh, nearly being hit by a crumpled up piece of paper. She scowled in the direction of the teenager, crossing her arms over her chest. ”This is gonna be a long class, I just know it…” she muttered to herself, absently flipping her pen between her fingers, eyeing the clock. Ten minutes down, only fifty more to go…

TAGGED: Wren! | WORDS: 470 | CLICK! | OOC: Dun dun duuuuuuuuuun

[WREN RYDER ANDERSON]

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mama named her lucky on a starlit night

the boy ran inside the classroom just in time, the bell ringing right when he had stepped inside the classroom. the boy was panting, obviously he had lost time and ended up having to run into the class just to avoid being late. the teacher pretended not to notice while the other students snickered at his almost-tardy. he walked to the back corner of the classroom, passing lucia and gave her a lazy wave of his hand. he took a seat and let the teacher start talking. not that he listened, of course. the boy understood german already. his mother was half german and grew up in germany and she had taught him and his sister the language as children. back when his dad was still with them.

the thought of his dad brought a frown to his face. he hadn't told anybody about his father in the school. even in the interview to get in, he had lied. the boy said that him, his sister, and his mom had just left his dad to move to new york. technically, that wasn't a whole lie. when he looked down, he realized that he was already writing on his notebook. not homework, but little words and scribbles that he had apparently written while thinking. it wasn't uncommon for the boy to do this. he had done this plenty of times before. heck, he had notebooks full of writing. whether they be poems, songs, stories. they were all hidden in his dorm. he had made sure they were in places austin could never find.

the boy didn't snap out of his writing trance until the class chaos had begun. he looked around and noticed that the teacher had stepped out. no wonder. he thought, glancing over what he had written. they were just words and those words were usually his inspiration for whatever type of writing he had in mind. the boy's eyes glanced around the room until he had felt paper come in contact with his face. probably by the same person that had hit lucia. the boy grabbed the paper ball and held it under his desk, lighting his hand up, along with the paper ball and threw it at the teen, quickly getting up and moving over to lucia before the teenager had noticed.

the blonde snickered when he saw the boy's shirt catch on fire and turned to smile at lucia. the boy was normally nice and polite but he had his immature moments. the boy leaned over the table. "so, do you mind spending this hell of a class with me? or do i have to suffer it alone?" he said it jokingly and he pulled the empty chair beside lucia's desk over and sat on it. "ugh. i hate this class, i understand most of it already."

TAGGED: LUCIA | WORDS: 471 | OUTFIT | OOC: SO LIKE, YEAH.