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Post by Cyclops on Oct 3, 2005 20:27:22 GMT -5
*where Storm sleeps*
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Post by phoenixlily on Oct 28, 2005 8:25:41 GMT -5
Storm belly flopped onto her bed, pressing her face into the pillow, but not even having the engergy to scream. Aside from the Cuckoos, who actually had parental like figures around to care and actually make them do homework, her students were pretty much failing. She couldn't tell if she was just a crappy teacher, or if the students didn't care, and either way, she was to blame. She turned over to her back so that she could actually breathe, and looked outside her skylights. She didn't even feel like taking a trip outside, to the woods, to fly around a little. Instead she sat up, and turned on her TV. News casts were on and Storm sighed. The news these days only served to depress her more. Flicking it off again, she threw her remote on a chair across from her, and sat down at her desk, where her laptop sat.
Getting started on entering grades, she smiled, realizing that this essay, and the subsequent tests when she entered them didn't lower the students grades that much. Finishing entering grades, she decided that it would probably be a good idea to check on her plants, then decided that she didn't really feel like it. Instead she just lay back down on her bed, reaching over to set her alarm clock.
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Post by phoenixlily on Dec 27, 2005 12:41:18 GMT -5
The buzzer went off, and Storm sat up for a moment, trying to reorganzie herself. Realizing that more than he hour had passed that she had planned on sleeping she sat up and streched, then went over to her window. The yard was full of students, and half of the teachers and fellow X-men were standing around talking. She stretched, again, pushing her hair behind her ears as she went over to the television and turned it on. She switched away from the news and found a movie that she could watch while she changed her clothes, and did something to her wild child hair.
Sh took a quick shower, and put on a pair of dark blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. Sitting down in front of her vanitytable she looked at her hair. She had planned on trying something new with it, but sitting down in front of her vanity just made her tired. Her arms already hurt. Instead she ran a brush through it a few times, getting it half dry, before she left her room, and went to join those she had seen earlier in the backyard.
Storm exits for the backyard.
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