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My name, is eve I am an 11th grade science teacher at Athena highschool in Athena Oregon.
I’m 24(give a few thousand) years old. For many centuries , I have kept humanity and the earth out of the grasp of the forces of both Heaven and Hell. I have done so with the little power I had gained from the tree of knowledge. But as my body grows weaker, as does my power. So naturally, I’ve selected a particular group of young and gifted individuals to aid me in this time of need.

But just because I say so lightly, does not mean this will all me easy. The time of Revelation is on the horizon, choices will have to be made, sacrifices made, people betrayed, and stories revealed. And in all this, we seek freedom.

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My sixth period class, oh how I don’t envy you. With your oh so sunny frowns that make you constantly look like someone just killed your dog, and your lack of understanding basic chemistry.

As you take notes from the book for next weeks quiz, I lay back reading a National Geographic magazine. It is truly amazing what my children find these days, little Easter eggs put there by me or Adam before he passed. Or peices of information in animals of all things that make me think the creator had many prototypes on his shelf.

An unusually tall girl, about six foot to be exact, sat in the back of the class. As she normally did. She was clad in her normal black jeans, black Avenged Sevenfold band tee, her leather boots, and a black Harley Davidson jacket. The few accessories she wore included a necklace with a dragon claw holding a crystal, and wallet chains hanging from her left hip. Her dirty blond hair was cut short, and often styled in a somehow cute mess.

As she copied down her notes, she couldn't help but look up and around through her horribly scratched glasses. Some might say she had ADHD, as she always tapped her foot, and couldn't stay focused on something for to long. That is, unless that something was something she likes. After glancing around the room for the tenth time, she returned to her paper to continue quick scratching down the notes.

Larisa sat in her chair, shifting uncomfortably as she thought of other things. Her hand may have been writing notes down, and her eyes viewing them, but she wasn't really seeing them. Instead, she saw her room; she felt the comfort of the sun bathing her in light as she woke up. But then that all disappeared as she remembered she was in a stuffy classroom, in an uncooperative chair and doing something she honestly didn't want to do. Her eyes closed for a moment as she swallowed down the slight annoyance and continued on. Her parents wanted this. This was for them. She found a small amount of comfort in the thought and clung to it, using the extra motivation to try and concentrate on the words she was scrawling onto the paper.

She became distracted from time to time with her long sleeves, pulling on a soft wool string that had come loose from being worn so often. The color was a calming sea blue, made a size too big at Larisa's request. The sweater was one of her favorites, and smelling it often evoked a feeling of happiness through her as it smelled of home and familiarities. Putting her mind back into place, she proceeded again to write notes with only slight things distracting her.

The class had been long, and incredibly dull. And now, because the earlier tasks had not been boring enough, she was taking notes. Briar would much rather be doing something more hands-on, or at least something that involved the use of more than one of her hundreds of brain-cells. She let out a quiet sigh, but continued with her work. School might have sucked, but she didn't have too much more to do, may as well get on with it.

Despite her decision to work to the best of her ability, Briar's mind began to wander. She glanced to the window, admiring the clouds in the sky, forming into their fluffy little shapes, changing and flowing. She quickly decided that when she returned home she would take some paper outside and sketch them, enjoy the day. That was, if she made it out of the classroom before she died of boredom. The fancy, scientific language scribbled over the book in front of her made almost no sense, but, Briar hoped the other students thought so too, then at least she wouldn't be the only one.

(Since our last friend has yet to reply, I’ll be forced to insert my own character. Be warned...he’s kind of weird. Keep in mind that this character was rushed in order to move the story along.)
Ok so I took notes before school so I could stare at the girls in class sue me. Currently I could only peak over the book I was reading to catch glances of what I wanted to here and there.
Though i was careful to avoid the ones with watchful eyes as they would likely notice my stares.

This went on for a bit until I met the gaze of my teacher, who raised her brow at me in questioning before quickly shrugging it off. It’s late September and I am honestly burning up, in my struggle to look cool in my highschool I had made the mistake of wearing a black trench coat over my brown dress shirt and pants. And I was blazing hot, so much so in fact that I hat tied my short brown hair back in a low ponytail which had caused a few hairs to stick up on my head.

In short, I looked as if I was doing a bad cosplay. Soon I was met with the gaze of a disgruntled girl not too far away who didn’t look to happy with my stares. So as quick as a flash I turned my eyes back to my book. Only catching her head turning away from me in my peripheral vision.