[OPEN] Wonderful, Colorful

[:.;.imagination freedom star]

Imagination Freedom Star. She loved her name. She lived by it as well. She had a vivid imagination, and loved life. She loved colors and dressed in vivid, neon colors. She hoped there was some New Yorkers in the school other than her. She was from Syracuse, New York. She had so many SU soccer and hockey, and even basketball shirts, even though she hated basketball. She went to SU games back home every Saturday night with her friends, which would be the proper thing to do as a Syracusian.

Sighing, she looked around. So, this was her new school. She was happy already. It had a nice vibe to it. She went up to her locker, number 18, and opened it. It looked so very bare. Taking her pictures out of her bag, she first spred the dark blue locker design out on the locker. She stuck it on the inside, nodding. She smiled, then, going though the pictures to put on it. She put the pictures of her and her friends first. Then of her parents and family, then her pets. When the inside locker layout was done, she pressed on the ouside locker layout. It was dark blue and purple, with twists and blends. She sat down, sliding down her locker and looked around. She wanted to talk. She hoped someone would come and chat soon.

[*~,`Ruby Song`,~*]

^{/.~Ruby Song~.\}

Walking along the long corridors was intensely boring. Having to walk the same ones everyday, and pass a bunch a stupid year eights. It was not a good day, she had just found out that her dog at home had died. Jeanybean was a German Shepard with blue eyes. She has had Jeanybean since she was eight. And she never wanted to let her go. She was walking some more and her feet got tired. So she collapsed by locker 20 and pulled out her sketchbook. She was a amazing drawer. In year 9 she was told by her art teacher that she had good enough drawings to get published. She was drawing some cats today, as she labeled them and put her signature and the date. She flipped the page, she started to draw some horse's now. She finished the cats so quickly because she started them yesterday. She had class, but decided not to go it. She didn't really care for class anyway. Drawing was all she cared for

[:.;.imagination freedom star]

Tilting her head, Imagination looked at the other girl with a bored expression that only lasted a few short seconds. The other girl was so pretty; having the ivory skin the pale northerner envied so much on whoever it seemed to be attached to. Her attention was quickly turned to her black-and-neon bag, when it decided to start wiggling. She opened up the bag, smiling slightly, and pulling Montreal, her adorable black kitten, out of the black bag. She let the kitten curl up in her lap and begin snoring and purring before she tugged out her writing binder. Her blue eyes darted to the other girl, then down to the older girl’s drawing pad. Horses. She looked down at Mounty, gently tugging at his ears and scratching his head. ”Hello.” She said, seeing clearly that she would have to talk first. She tapped her pencil against the paper. Taking a breath, she began to write.

I take a gentle, tensed step. I’m not sure what’s to come, and it sends chills to my spin and my blood racing. But most of all, it sends a smile to my face. As I step up onto the jump base, my heart soars. I grab the rope, and jumping, I cling on in one smooth motion. I feel myself soar through the air, taking one small squeak of fear before yelling in joy and happiness. I get to the other side and plant my feet into the ground, digging my bare toes into the cool dirt. Smiling as I regain my balance, I tie the role up on my side. I step into my imagination, my world, where I am the ruler and no one can tell me what to do. This is why I love it, the freedom of it. Birds are always in a song and colors overwhelm. I smile, taking a step, and I begin to run.

She looked at the work, re-read it, then looked over to the other girl, absently putting her writing binder away. ”I’m Imagination Freedom Star.” She let the syllables go off her tongue gracefully. She smiled innocently at the older girl, feeling Mounty’s claws go up onto her shirt. The kitten then rested on her shoulder as she scratched at its back.

[*~,`Ruby Song`,~*]

The year eleven looked over to the year eight. She looked down in the girls lap at her kitten. She never really cared for cats of any age. But still thought that they were cute. She liked black ones the best for some odd reason. Maybe it was because when they were in the sun they turned blue. But she didn't have a specific reason. She just preferred them. Maybe I should say something about her cat, I haven’t been here for long, and don’t want any enimies already. SO she said something “Cute cat, Is she a bombay?” The year elven smiled and went back to her horses. She looked down at her notebook just to finish one horse with no details when the other girl spoke up. "Hello.". She looked up at her. She had beautiful blonde hair and amazing blue eyes. She thought it was time for her to speak up. So with a clam indoor whisper she said “Hi, My names Ruby.” SHe smiled and went back to her work. She only got some details in when she other girl started writing, She looked over at the other girl and leaned over to read her work. “You write well. It’s unique.” She smiled again, just for the fun of it. She had always loved to smile. The girl beside her had finally decided to say what her name was. Imagination Freedom Star. such a unique name for such a unique girl. “What a unique name. For such a unique girl..” She smiled again and went back to her horses.