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Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2009
Winter Snow Academy : A school for girls
It was a cold winter morning at Winter Snow Academy, and Alex felt herself dreading every moment of it. Standing by the entrance of the auditorium she was quietly directing each student to which group of seats they would be sitting at. “No not there….over there….” She said to one girl wondering why she had to point when saying ‘left’ should have been sufficient enough. Lazy emerald eyes take a moment to glance up at the large clock to the front of the auditorium. “Goddamit…” she curses to herself softly whilst running slender fingers through her golden bangs. About twenty students had been seated one by one….and not even five minutes had passed since the last time she’d glanced up at the clock. “7:23” she murmurs disappointedly to herself.
As anyone could tell from her tired display at the auditorium doors, Alex was certainly not a morning person. Several of the teachers working at the academy wonder why she’s even a teacher. Shoot, even Alex wonders herself from time to time why… But, once she’s had her daily dose of coffee and is placed in front of a group of pretty young women eager to learn all of that morning grumpiness is a thing of the past. “To the right please…” the blonde says, a soft agitated grunt following after. Looking around that seemed to be the last of the students and the auditorium was filled with chattery young women. Glancing one last time back up to the large school clock, Alex takes note of the time. “Yes….7:30….this boring assembly can begin…and hurry up an end…so I can have my coffee….” She says to herself as she slips into the auditorium, finally, to take a seat in the back.
As anyone could tell from her tired display at the auditorium doors, Alex was certainly not a morning person. Several of the teachers working at the academy wonder why she’s even a teacher. Shoot, even Alex wonders herself from time to time why… But, once she’s had her daily dose of coffee and is placed in front of a group of pretty young women eager to learn all of that morning grumpiness is a thing of the past. “To the right please…” the blonde says, a soft agitated grunt following after. Looking around that seemed to be the last of the students and the auditorium was filled with chattery young women. Glancing one last time back up to the large school clock, Alex takes note of the time. “Yes….7:30….this boring assembly can begin…and hurry up an end…so I can have my coffee….” She says to herself as she slips into the auditorium, finally, to take a seat in the back.