bonjour, mademoiselle {zaryn}

[aurora rose eldrick]

"bonjour, desole, je suis en retard!"
rory mewled as she flew through the door of the classroom. she wasn't notorious for being late, so she prayed that she wouldn't be penalized just this once.
her second bell tended to be her messiest, acrylics never could just stay on thecanvas. she had to stay back and clean herself off, but once she was scrubbing her hands in the bathroom she glanced towards the clock only to find out she was running late! her pretty white blouse was splattered with green and brown paint, but that wasn't unusual for her. rory always came into classes wearing her paint, and usually she was oblivious if it was on her face, or neck.

the professor excused her, and motioned her to the table where there was an empty seat. aurora scooted through the row quietly to the chair. she set her books down on the table and pulled the chair out to sit. her azure eyes tilted towards the blonde next to her, and traced down her ringlet curls to her back. she was pretty, real pretty, her face was soft and gentle, with cream skin and light blue eyes like herself. her figure was also lean and leggy, dawning a nice pair of cowboy boots. aurora quickly reverted back to herself, and began her infamous track of comparing herself to the girl.

rory's self esteem was lower than a pretty girl's should be. she disliked everything about her, and would rather sit infront of a mirror pointing out her weaknesses rather than her strengths. she hated the fact that she was chesty, short, had brown hard and so on a so forth. she couldn't even help comparing herself to her friends. aurora never spoke a word about it aloud, never would she dare to say to someone "oh, i wish i had this, that and this". she was more of a quiet sulker.

after the teacher quieted down the class, she announced that every student needed to turn to the one next to them, and get to know their partner for a little project. they were supposed to pick a time in france's history and make a poster presentation for it, all in french.
aurora turned to the lovely blonde beside her and giggled. "well, this should be easy!"

occ: so...pretend this is a french class room.
and she can be wearing that top in the picture and some jeans xd

[zaryn kate oliver]

zaryn kate oliver never paid attention in french class. why should she? it wasn't as if she wanted to be in that damn classroom. it was just so boring -- she'd only taken it because a language was required every year at bouscher academy of the arts (lame, you know, since it was an arts school), and she was better at french than she was at spanish or russian or german or latin or japanese or hawaiian. hey, at least the school could tell the truth about the fact that they had a lot of options, right?

mostly, french class was that place where zaryn sat with her notebook open in front of her, either doodling in the margins or writing out new songs. her most productive class by far, and she wasn't even being sarcastic -- at least, not in the way of songwriting.

the door flew open. "bonjour-desolée-je-suis-en-retard!" squealed the newcomer, and zee turned around along with the rest of the class to see a girl who she recognized but couldn't remember the name of. it started with an a, perhaps, or an e or an i or... a vowel? she wasn't even sure. but zaryn was leaning towards the girl's name beginning with a vowel -- or maybe a sometimes-vowel, like y. although there weren't all that many names out there that started with y, were there?

the girl's plain t-shirt was worn off the shoulder, although the bare skin was hidden by her long wavy brown hair, and zee couldn't tell what colour the shirt was supposed to be because it was covered in enough paint to make it look like a tree, all brown and green all over the place. zee would never go around wearing a couple of buckets of paint on her shirt. the only painted things she owned were a pair of jeans with rips in the knees, and she hadn't been the one to splatter the paint all over them -- they'd come like that.

the teacher nodded and gestured to the empty seat next to zaryn. if zee had been in a bad mood, she might have made a loud noise of anger or some other similar emotion, maybe a complaint; but zaryn didn't have the energy to do so at the moment. instead, she just let out a light sigh and picked up her bag from the seat next to her, lifting it over to the other side of her desk and setting it on the floor at her feet. the unnamed girl sat down on zee's right, and as the class turned their eyes back to the front of the classroom, zaryn returned her attention to the notebook in front of her.

scanning what she'd written and tuning out the professor's chatter from the front of the room, zee read her own writing easily; she did suppose that it was easy for anyone to read, all neatly rounded letters, and full-on circles for dots on the i's and j's, and probably a little bigger than necessary. she'd been working on this song for a couple of weeks now, and it was almost done, or she thought so right now -- she'd probably change her mind a million times before the song was perfected.

i'm so glad you made time to see me
how's life? tell me, how's your family?
i haven't seen them in a while
you've been good, busier than ever
we small-talk about the weather working the weather
your guard is up and i know why
'cause the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind
you gave me roses and i left them there to die

so this is me swallowing my pride
standing in front of you saying i'm sorry for that night
and i go back to december all the time

zaryn was startled out of her song-reading reverie by the girl next to her letting out a cute little high pitched giggle. "well, this should be easy!" she said happily.

zee looked up from her notebook with wide, bright blue eyes. "um... what should be easy?" she asked blankly. "i... don't really pay attention in this class." here, zaryn shrugged. this girl was probably hating life right now; she seemed like a smart chick, and being seated next to zaryn oliver would probably be what made her perfect grades die out. "sorry."

tagged; aurora rose eldrick
word count; seven thirty seven
wearing; click for a free pet unicorn
muse; dog days are over, florence + the machine
notes; the song she's writing is "back to december" by tswift but play it as an original?

[aurora rose eldrick]

"um… what should be easy?" the blonde began. "i... don't really pay attention in this class." rory blinked for a moment and thought. this project could be rather enjoyable, seeing that this new girl may be nice…or rory would be stuck with all the work. which would be okay, rory tended to have group work laid on her because of her determined and bright work ethic. at least rory would get high grades in return of all the work she put in.

"well, madam said we needed to make a little poster presentation about a certain time period in france….in french!" rory repeated for the girl, her hands speaking almost as well as she was. she always was so animated, even if she was telling a dark and gray story. "i think we could do maybe the whole french revolution or maybe even world war ii?" she added, swinging her feet a bit that barely touched the floor as she sat completely back in the chair. "we could get really creative with the pictures, i could draw it if you would rather that than printing it?"

rory was flowing with words and speaking a mile a minute. if the time came to get excited, aurora will get excited. most of her partners appreciated it, she would get the entire layout of it done in about two paragraphs worth of her creative streams of her conscience. she just hoped that the pretty new girl wouldn't be put off by her enthusiasm.

"oh!"
she squealed out, after opening her french binder. "i'm rory, by the way!" she giggled, continuing to pull out a blank piece of paper to begin a little rough draft of the poster's pictures.

occ:
Notes: AWW! Haha, she's so compact!

[zaryn kate oliver]

the pretty, nameless chick blinked in surprise. it was a cute gesture, one that zaryn admired. if she ever blinked like that, she'd look like she was about to have a seizure. "well," said the other girl after a moment, "madame said we needed to make a little poster presentation about a certain time period in france..." she gestured excitedly with her hands. "in french!"

why did she sound so excited about it? "i think," continued the girl, without seeming to notice the still-pretty-blank expression on zee's face, "we could do -- maybe -- the whole french revolution" -- the whole thing? thought zaryn unenthusiastically -- "or maybe even world war ii?" the excited french student bounced a little in her chair as she swung her feet. she was so short that her shoes barely even scuffed the floor; zee would never be able to do that. that ability had disappeared into the good old days of innocence and happiness and a kind mother.

"we could get really creative with the pictures," the girl enthused. zee bit back a maybe you could, but i'm a horrible artist. "i could draw it if you would rather that than printing it?" volunteered the other chick, her cute little voice going up a little at the end of her sentence like she was asking a question.

listening to this girl was almost tiring. zaryn would have been a little pissed off if she hadn't realized that the girl's eagerness to work on this stupid project could mean a super-high grade. "oh!" screeched the french enthusiast, opening her binder and pulling out a piece of lined paper. "i'm rory, by the way!"

rory. wasn't that... sort of... a guy's name? maybe it was short for something, like zee was short for zaryn. "nice to meet you, rory," she replied, "i'm zaryn, but you can call me zee. if you want." she thought for a moment, fingers playing gently with the coiled silver rings of the notebook she wrote all her songs in. back to december was still open on the page, lyrics in blue ink on the faint lines, facing up to the ceiling.

the whole french revolution? or the second world war? damn, they both sounded like so much work. then again, if this rory chick was going to do it all, it didn't really matter. "world war ii, maybe?" she said after a long moment of thought. "i mean, the french revolution was so... y'know... long? was it long?" well, that was awkward. that she didn't even really know anything about it, either. but zee was a music student -- she didn't technically have to pay attention to the history stuff, and she didn't want to. you didn't need history to be a singer.

tagged; aurora rose eldrick
word count; four sixty two
wearing; click for a free pet unicorn
muse; i don't have to try, avril lavigne
notes; rory's so cuteee <3

[aurora rose eldrick]

thrilled, rory sketched a rough rectangle on the crisp, lined paper. she was enliven enough to even ignore the lackluster stare of her partner. she took it upon her self to think that this was going to be a very 'aurora-heavy' project. but if she wanted to help, she wouldn't mind handing it over. rory had pride, but it wasn't so important to her that she became a control freak. at least not over a simple in-class project.

"i'm zaryn, but you can call me zee. if you want." she mentioned, and rory grinned. "zaryn? now that's an amazing name! it's funny hearing names more uncommon than mine!" she spoke through a genial smile, but then once again paused to realize that rory might have been a little more common that her actual name. "my real name being aurora…that is.." her animated tone faltered slightly, and she scrunched her nose feeling a little silly for not mentioning her birth name before. thank the lord above that zaryn decided to change the subject back to the project.

zee explained her side of why the french revolution was maybe a little too much to handle, and rory bit her lip as she listened. "well," she replied, then paused and sighed. "i guess you have a point. i can be a little bit over zealous i guess." she sighed, but she kept a small smile on her face. "world war ii would be much easier i guess.." she broke off, and glanced at the paper trying to remember everything she could about wwii. it wasn't much, especially not in france. as she turned her attention back to zaryn after her quick moment of silence, she caught a glimpse of the notebook with scribbles and scratches along the margin and a paragraph of words, some crossed out. "are you writing a poem?" she asked innocently, studying over the blue ink. maybe a little stalling on this project wouldn't hurt.

[zaryn kate oliver]

by the time that zaryn shifted her gaze from her notebook to the piece of paper in front of rory, the other girl had a rectangle drawn large enough to cover a good portion of the page and was looking back at her with wide blue eyes, smiling.

"zaryn? now that's an amazing name!" she squealed happily, and zee shrugged as if to say, thank you. "it's funny hearing names more uncommon than mine -- my real name being aurora, that is..." aurora. well, that did make a little more sense for a girl, didn't it? aurory -- haha, she should start calling the girl that! -- wrinkled her nose, clearly displeased with herself for some bizarre reason that zaryn couldn't place.

"well..." aurory sighed, obviously a little bit disappointed. "i guess you have a point. i can be a little bit over zealous, i guess." a moment of silence here. zee was about to open her mouth and apologize for shutting down the girl's idea when she continued, "world war ii would be much easier, i guess."

"or we could do world war i," added zaryn. "like, there were both of them, right?" ugh. that made her sound so stupid. "i can't remember which one had more french-y stuff, but whichever one it is, maybe we should do that one."

"are you writing a poem?" asked aurory, and her pretty, bright blue eyes narrowed slightly as she presumably tried to read the writing in zee's notebook, which was at an odd angle for the other girl.

startled, zaryn looked down at her book, eyes taking in words at random as she tried to figure out which part the girl was attempting to decipher -- made time seen busier small-talk weather guard why burned roses die -- and she shrugged. "nah, i don't do poetry. it's a song."

tagged; aurora rose eldrick
word count; three oh eight
wearing; click for a free pet unicorn
muse; i don't have to try, avril lavigne
notes; rory's so cuteee <3

[aurora rose eldrick]

"like, there were both of them, right?" rory frowned and bit her lip a bit, a little unsure on what to say to that. she seemed so indifferent about school…but most people tended to be in this academy. it was an arts school, with only two of the core classes someone would need to get into a normal college. and sometimes that frightened her, that rory was so quickly putting all her eggs into a basket so early. how much money could she possibly take as an artist? sometimes she thought that eventually, she would need to switch her major and minor. she could become an english teacher, easy, that was her absolute strongest core subject. but, aurora loved painting, and she was extremely talented and able. that's the entire reason her parents could let her off to an arts academy without regret.

though rory was obviously unamused by her first comment, zaryn redeemed herself knowingly or not. "i can't remember which one had more french-y stuff, but whichever one it is, maybe we should do that one." well…somewhat redeemed. she at least had the sense to try and make her sound less unconcerned. "honestly..i'm not really sure at this moment. we will have to go do some icky research!" she added, and then sat back to listen to zee.

"nah, i don't do poetry. it's a song."
well, as a girl who has deciphered song lyrics in literary classes, she treated all decent lyrics as a poem with some instruments added. "wow, a musician? that's really cool..i only play piano…" rory replied, still peeking over at the notebook. "could i be a snoop and read it?" she giggled, already absorbing every word she could understand at that awkward angle. "are you a music major?"

[zaryn kate oliver]

aurory frowned, teeth digging into her lower lip, looking thoroughly pissed and a little worried that zaryn was so stupid. it wasn't even that zee wasn't a smart girl; she was, only not as much with the academic stuff. she could probably do better in french class if she actually paid attention, if she actually half enjoyed it.

"honestly," began aurory, and for a moment there, zaryn was afraid that she was going to tell her that she wanted to switch partners -- and that wouldn't do. zee needed a smart chick for this project, to bring up her grade point average. "i'm not really sure at this moment," admitted the other girl. "we will have to go do some icky research!" well, if she was calling it icky, why did she sound so damn excited?

zaryn pulled her blackberry curve from her purse to look it up. "one sec," she mumbled, eyes locked on the screen. after a long moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever, she put her phone face down on the desk and looked back up at aurory. "i think we should do world war ii," zee told her. "there was all the dieppe stuff, and that was in france, so..."

the french teacher cleared her throat from where she now stood in front of zaryn's desk. "pourquoi votre téléphone à?" she snapped. "les téléphones cellulaires ne sont pas permis dans cette salle de classe."

"um," said zee, looking up at her with wide, innocent blue eyes that sparkled under the fluorescent classroom lights, "i have no idea what you're saying. except that it's about my phone. sorry, madame. i was looking up world war ii 'cause we're doing our project on it..."

"d'accord," sighed the teacher, "mais pourquoi il est maintenant?" zee shrugged, slipping her cell phone back into her bag. madame raised one eyebrow down at the two of them and then stalked away.

zaryn shrugged, turning back to aurory. "le french teacher est très, très annoying," she managed to get out in half-french, half-english. she was definitely going to fail this class. she should try harder, she scolded herself.

"wow, a musician?" smiled aurory. "that's really cool! i only play piano." the other girl's blue eyes were still focused on the notebook in front of zaryn, who felt the sudden need to slam the thing shut and stuff it into her purse before the girl could see it. it was about something private, something special. "could i be a snoop and read it?" she giggled. "are you a music major?"

"yeah, i am," answered zaryn, stalling for time to think about the notebook question. "and... let me guess -- you're an art major, right?" she nodded at the girl's paint-splattered clothes. she thought for a minute, tracing the faint blue lines of the notebook paper as she did so. if she was going to get famous, people would hear the songs in it anyways, right? she might as well get used to it. carefully, feeling almost like she was handing over a part of her, she pushed the open notebook across the wooden surface of her desk towards the other girl.

tagged; aurora rose eldrick
word count; a bunch...
wearing; click for a free pet unicorn
muse; perfect, hedley
notes; :)