School Can Be Annoying [ Open ]

[Marissa Lane]

Marissa stomped her feet against the ground as she walked into the courtyard. She was not in the best of moods. Some teacher had dared to try and say no to Marissa. No one said no to Marissa. She could always demand for everything she could possibly want. It had always worked in the past for the girl. The blond haired girl was use to everything to just happen in her way. For everyone to bend over backwards for her and only her. The teenage girl's parents always did that. So why shouldn't everyone else. There was nothing Marissa hated more then a firm no directed towards her. She grind her teeth together as she clenched her fists together at her sides.

"Fine if you want to play that way teacher," Marissa soon hissed. She would make sure that she got what she wanted. Marissa had her ways of making people do as she want. Each person was different. Her parents were the easiest. She just had to scream loudly or threaten to not love them anymore. Easy she would get what ever she asked for then. Marissa was never taught to be grateful for what you have. Nope she had to make sure she got everything. Including being the center of attention. She believed that she was the center of everyone's world. After all she would have to be if they were suppose to do as she had wanted. She even had a few followers who were always more then willing to help Marissa out.

Marissa soon kicked one of the rocks on her path. Her blue eyes watched with rage as the rock rolled ahead of her. The blond girl soon crossed her arms together as she tapped her foot against the ground. She had to some how make the teacher allow her to sit by the window. She preferred the view of the area when she was bored of listening to the teacher go on and on and on. But no Marissa had to sit at the front of the class for she was apparently slipping a little behind in class. Marissa was horrified to find out her seat was switched today when she walked into her class. How most annoying to have happen. Marissa soon took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Its just an huge misunderstanding. I know I can talk my way into getting my seat back," Marissa spoke softly to herself. She was playing out plans in her head. Ideas on how she could fix this so called problem in her world.

[Sariel Hunter]

The courtyard had always been the popular hang-out for students when classes were over, as they were only permitted to leave the school grounds after school for dinner or for a night of fun. Unfortunately it was only a little bit past twelve, meaning that it was time for the students of Stonewood Academy to have lunch.
The courtyard was quite spacious, composed mostly of clean pale stone with vines and simple plants growing here and there, beautiful statues stood near the walls, frozen in simple poses whilst a bubbling fountain could be found directly in the center of the courtyard, creating a tranquil effect.
Well, it had been a castle once upon a time. A certain red-haired vampire knew that all too well.

Sariel had just finished that day's history class where her teacher was having the class study the Spartans. Whilst Sariel was not old enough to have witnessed the powerful warriors from long ago, she had read texts reguarding them within the libraries of Ancient Rome under her creator's watchful gaze. History had always been an easy subject for the seemingly sixteen-year-old girl, as she had lived through quite a lot of it.
But that day's lesson had been a draining one. Not only had she been assigned, along with the rest of her classmates, a five-hundred-word essay reguarding Spartan society but her teacher had also made her change from her usual seating position at the front of the classroom, where Sariel could listen better to the teacher's instructions, to the back of the room near a window. He said that it was to help one of her fellow classmates with their concentration as, apparently, they were falling behind in the class.
Reluctant, Sariel had given in to her teacher's wishes, but the student in question had been less impressed with their change in seatings. Practically throwing a tantrum right in class, despite the fact that they were all a grade away from being seniors in the Academy.

"Hmm? What's wrong red?" one of the several teenaged boys, the closest on Sariel's right-hand side, asked her in a concerned voice, noticing the exhausted expression on her beautiful face.
Sariel couldn't really remember his name even though the two of them were in the same PE class and he was also one of the regular male students of the academy who always followed her around, like some sad lost puppy. Sariel often failed to recall most of the names of her personal "fan" club, compossed of only males who she knew were infactuated with her and wanted nothing better than to get into her pants. Partly due to her vampiric charm, causing her to appear beautiful, smart and strong, and also because she was a member of the academy's famous "elite" club. The president of the club, to be more exact.
And that made her one of the biggest "IT" girls in the school. Not that Sariel particularly liked such a role, she would have much preffered it if they would all just leave her alone but knew that she had to play nice. So, with as much patience as she could master, she endured the company with small smiles and few words.

"Just tired," she admitted softly, responding to the nickname that quite a lot of people called her by due to her unusual dark red hair that stuck out amongst the numerous blondes and brunettes of the school. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
Her lack of sleep was causing her to question whether she should pretend to be sick in order to get out of her afternoon session within the library as one of its aides, a position that Sariel had signed up to over a year ago.

Immediately all seven of her "admirers" offered to carry her bag and food tray, to get her some more coffee from the cafeteria, and even to carry her, seeing as she was so tired. Sariel rejected all of their offers as politely as she could, taking a seat on the wide stone edge of the courtyard's fountain, which was her usual spot to eat lunch in.
Ignoring those around her, Sariel allowed her thoughts to trail off as she placed her lunch tray down beside her and began to pick at the potato salad that had been served for lunch that day, not really interested in eating.
As it was, her kind weren'ts known for satisfying their hunger with ... potatoes.

[Marissa Lane]

Marissa tapped her foot against the ground as she placed her hands on her hips. She grind her teeth together as she tried to come up with some sort of plan to help out her little problem. She had to get her spot back. There was no way she was going to accept anything else. She wanted her spot by the window back instead of that stupid front seat. Now the teacher could easily pick on her if she appeared to not be paying any attention to them. Of course Marissa felt she could be doing better things then wasting her life away in the classroom. The only reason she ever came to school was the social aspect of the whole thing. Other then that she would prefer to be up town where she could hang out with her friends happily. Ah friends yes she had not seen them in a while. A smile came across her lips as she found one of her little followers. She loved having followers. They will always do what ever she asked for.

"Be a doll and go get me something to drink," Marissa told the younger girl as she nodded her head and ran off to fetch Marissa a drink. The blond smiled as she watched the girl walk off before she herself started to walk further into the courtyard. Marissa walked with her head held up high. She always thought rather highly of herself and expected everyone to see her almost exactly like royalty. Nothing short of a normal spoiled brat. As Marissa walked her eyes soon set on a figure who was sitting on the fountain edge. Just the person Marissa wanted to speak with. After all it was the two of them who had switched spots. Marissa had made an mental not to remember the girl's face who was sitting in Marissa's spot and not herself. Marissa quickly walked over to the girl stopping in front of her as she placed her hands behind her back.

"You are the one who has my spot by the window," Marissa pointed out as she soon crossed her arms in front of her. "That is my most favorite spot and I would prefer it if you would just sit back in your seat in the front of the classroom so that I can have my spot back. I don't like it when people are in my spot," Marissa stated. She pushed back a few strands of her blond hair before her deep blue eyes stared at the girl sitting on the fountain. "I really don't care what the teacher had said. I could care less about teachers but this teacher seems to have meddled in my life so now I take notice. I'm going to ask you once nicely. You are to sit in your spot at the front of the classroom regardless of what the teacher says. I can deal with them. We clear?" Marissa asked as she tilt her head slightly. Since Marissa was small her parents had gave into everything she said. Got everything Marissa had ever wanted. So it was only natural for her to think everyone would do the same for her. Marissa's little followers did not help much with the girl's growing ego.

Soon the girl Marissa had sent off to get a drink for Marissa had returned. Marissa did not glance to the girl just held out her hand which the girl placed the drink in. Marissa took a sip of the drink as she closed her eyes. She continued to take a few more sips as she waited for the girl on the fountain to answer her little question. Marissa was not a very patient person. She was sure the other girl would agree then Marissa could go off and do her own thing. Marissa was use to everyone doing as she told them to do. It was only natural that they did that sort of thing. Everyone in Marissa's life has come to do that sort of thing. Drop everything to do what ever Marissa asked for.

[Sariel Hunter]

Sariel dropped her fork back down onto the plastic tray, her lunch still untouched, before pressing her arms out behind her and stretching her back towards the fountain, her head directed towards the dazling blue sky so that the tips of her long red hair almost brushed the fountain's surface.
She folded her right leg over her left leg, her thoughts pondering on what she was going to eat for lunch and if she would need to go to the infirmary in order to pick up a sample of blood. It had been a while since she had quenched her vampiric thirst, her delayed time in doing so was boardering on dangerous now ...

The sound of approaching footsteps and the scent of expensive purfume registed to Sariel's brain before one of her male admirers said, "isn't that Lane? Looks like she wants to speak to Red ... doesn't look happy either."
Directing her gaze away from the sky and sitting up, Sariel only had time to stare at the blonde for a moment before Marissa began to give her demands.
Sariel remained silent, her purple hues reguarding Marissa with an expression close to surprise, blinking occasionally in bewilderment, her dark lips parted slightly.
Beside her, Sariel could sense the unhappiness of her male "fan club" and how they didn't approve of Marissa's manner of speech but knew better than to get involved in a female argument.
It seemed comical to Sariel that someone like Marissa, who was more than a head shorter than the tall female vampire, who was human and clearly a bit narcisstic would approach her and speak so strongly over a seat. A seat. So when Marissa was handed her drink like some pampered princess, Sariel was unable to restrain herself.
Her lips pulled back into a dazzling smile, her purple hues sparkled like diamonds in her humour, and loud fluttering laughter echoed from her lips, like dancing chimes, causing quite a lot of heads to turn towards the Elite President, unable to disguise their shock.
Sariel Hunter wasn't known for laughing.

Wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, careful that nobody would see the tinge of blood visible within her tears, she continued to smile down at Marissa, shaking her head slightly with amusement, her long crimson hair swaying against her back.

"Um, I don't think so. Sorry Lane, but I think that I'll remain where the teacher placed me as it's more for your benefit than anything else. I'd hate to see you fail history, you understand?"