Yup, Detention for me...again. [open]

[Evane Devine]

Evane sat at the back of the detention room listening to the Black Eyed Peas 'Fly Away' on her iPod and singing loudly to the lyrics, not caring who was staring at her. She loved detention and often was seen in this very room. Today, she was in hear for Calling her Teacher a Bitch. Well fuck she had it coming. Telling her to go back to her dorm and change simply because she had on a Black See through shirt that showed off her black sports bra. Evane sighed as she watched another girl walk into the room and sit beside her. "Hey." She said to the girl, turning down her iPod and smiling polietly. "What're you in for?" She asked quietly.

[Remma Sylence]

^{Remma sighed quietly, looking over at the other girl. She shrugged, shaking her head with certain annoyance. Apparently Remma's teacher had gotten her angry. "Don't take any MORE PHOTOS REMMA!" My teacher doesn't understand that photography is more important than her english class. She quoted her teacher and added her own comment, growling the words more or less, upset. She revealed a digital camera, from her jean pockets, her eyes glimmering with affection. I'm a photographer slash fashion designer slash rebel. You?}

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[Evane Devine]

Evane smiled, turning off her iPod and placing it in her handbag. She began digging around in there for what seemed like minutes, but was only 30 seconds, before removing a notebook. She opened it up to reveal a Drawing of a Black Wolf laying under the shade of a huge Purple Dragon, who was laying next to it and had it's massive head curled around it. In the background was a fantsy style white castle located atop a cliffside. "I draw, write poetry, sing, and...I'm a Popular, Rebel Artistic, Musical chick." She said as she showed Remma her drawing. "I'm Evane buy the way." She introduced herself.

[Remma Sylence]

^{She smiled, nodding. I'm sort of a poet, not that good though. And music...I might as well be deaf. Can't play anything, can't sing anything. She laughed lightly, and nodded as the girl said her name. Evane. No more common than Remma. She grinned and replied: My name's Remma. Remma Sylence.}

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[Evane Devine]

"Remma Sylence?" She said with a smile. That name was as unique as hers was. "I love it. My last names Devine. Full name, Evane Rose Mary Devine." She said with a shrug. "Longest name in history." She joked. "I'm in here alot, mostly because I love cussing out my teachers." She laughed before turning a page to reveal a poem she wrote.

[Remma Sylence]

<sup>Her first day in detention was a poetry swap, she thought as she rummaged through her notebook for her own poem, but it was weird in a good way. Smiling, she nodded to Evane, deciding against revealing her horrifically short middle name. But, after a moment, she laughed and said it anyway. Remma Tye Sylence. Tye. Strange, huh? She chuckled and scratched out a few words on the page, adding a doodle of a burning flower.

A thousand roses flaming now
A hundred gardens spark
And silently the angels vow
To keep the heavens dark
So humans might not find it
We're never good enough
For a paradise like heaven
...humans have it rough.</sup>

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[Evane Devine]

"That's a cool middle name." Evane complimented as she read the poem. "You're good at poetry." She said with a smile. "My poems are always to long, and dark." She laughed. "My Drawings always have to do with fantasy.' She laughed again. "I don't know, I guess me being able to play violin is the only thing not fucked up about me." She joked.

((I suck at poetry in real life so, you'll have to imagine her poem. XD))

[Remma Sylence]

^{Violin, huh? She asked, nodding lightly. She flipped a few more pages, scanning poem after poem. Her face broke into a smile. Wow. I just noticed how doom-related and dark these are. She turned and scribbled a short poem, chuckling.
Unicorns and ponies!
Imaginary friends!
Happy little fairies!
Girly little trends!
Yay for love and laughter
Hooray for smiles and joy!
If only life was something....
That DARKER KIDS ENJOY!}

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[Steff]

Steff walked in, still yelling at the teacher who brought her down to detention. "PUBLIC SCHOOLING SUCKS!" She yelled, "THERE ARE SO MANY STUPID RULES AND STUPID TEACHERS!" The theacher said something not to polite in return and Steff slammed the door. Then she turned and saw Evane and another girl. "She smiled, "I'm never going to get used to this place."

[Evane Devine]

Evane jumped slightly as she heard the door slamming. "Steff?" She laughed. "Detention's starting to become a gathering hot spot, isn't it?" She joked. "What're you in for?" She laughed before reading the short poem Remma wrote. "Ohh...I like that. Very pretty." She smiled before grabbing her pen and writting a poem. *It's by My Chemical Romance but, pretend it's original.*

'Welcome to the Black Parade

When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said "Son when you grow up would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?" He said "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you, a Phantom, to lead you in the Summer, to join the Black Parade." Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me. And other times, I feel like I should go. And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets, andwhen you're gone, we want you all to know, We'll carry on, we'll carry on. And alothough you're dead and gone, belive me, Your memory will carry o. We'll carry on. And in my heart I can't contain it, the anthem won't explain it. A world that sends you reeling from decimented dreams. Your memory and fate will kill us all. So paint it black and take it back. Let's shout it loud and clear, Definat to the end we hear the call to carry on, We'll carry on. And though you're dead and gone beliv me, your memory will carry on. And though you're broken and defeated your weary widow marches.*It goes on but, I'm ending there* Evane handed the notebook back and smiled before looking out the window. Rain, as always.

[Steff]

Steff smiled again "I'm in because that evil math teacher sent me here AGAIN! I swear she hates me. I tell her every class it isn't a good time for math and I'm going to do my other work, but noo she always has to teach the lesson then." Steff didn't know how stupid she sounded, but she knew that little about public schooling.

[Evane Devine]

Evane had known Steff for years, and calmly said, to correct her. "Steff, love, You have to do the math in her class. You can't do any other subject but Math." She corrected her nicely. "That Math Teachers a bitch anyway though so give her hell for me." Evane joked.

[Steff]

Steff thought about it for a second, then her smile slowly came back to her face. "I get it. That's what the schedules are for. You actually have to follow them. Well, I don't like her either, so I'll do my best to continually piss her off."

[Evane Devine]

Evane laughed. "Good girl." She laughed again. "Next time I'm in her class, I'm going to do other work, since that seems to piss her off." She said with a louder laugh.

[Remma Sylence]

^{Remma smiled at her poem, looking mainly at Steff.
Uh, Hi. I'm Remma.
She smiled, her eyes crinkling with her grin. She sighed and leaned into her seat.}

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