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[elijah daniel jacobs]

Elijah was new at this school. He had never gone to a proper school and was excited to see what it was like, but instead of being the student he was the teacher. He watched the students file into his classroom. "Alright why don't you sit down anywhere you want." He waited for them to sit before he started again. "I'm Mr. Jacobs but can call me Elijah, if you like. Now you'll find I'm not a very strict teacher considering this is only creative writing. But I expect greatness out of my students." He turned to face his desk. "A few things about me, I was born on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean and I'm a siren. I developed my love for reading at the age of three and have always been seen with a book in my hand. I wrote my first short story at the age of nine and my first novel. They weren't greatest but I thought it was an accomplishment. Anyway enough about me, I want to find more about you but I want you to write it to me in a story so I can learn more than one thing at a time." He sat down at his desk. "I'll give you half an hour... He looked up at the clock waiting for the seconds hand to hit the twelve."Now!"

[pandora evelyn hearth]

So, she was finally going to lessons. Apparently, she had to now. It had been a week and Miss Sicarus would surely kill her if she didn’t start attending her classes soon. It was a wonder that the Governess hadn’t already. She must have known something, a slight inkling about the relationship that the young witch had. As she strode into the English classroom, she took her seat and then listened to the teacher. And then he gave the assignment. He wanted to find out about her? She shook her head, yes, because that was just wonderful.

Half an hour to write her story? Well, she’d need days. There was a lot. Though, who said she was going to write it well. He just needed the basic facts. She watched him as he waited until the seconds hand reached the twelve on the clock. And as soon as it did, her writing begun in her perfect, elegant script.

First things first, this is not a sob story. I don’t want your sympathy, in fact, give me sympathy and I’ll kill you. You said you wanted a story about my life, well, I’ll give you it. But, my life is fucked. That’s your warning.

In order to keep this short, I’ll start at Northvale. I was sixteen years old, a few months off my seventeenth birthday, and my father had forced me to the supernatural school. I, of course, hated him. He was sending me to a school with people like my mother (I dislike my mother; she left my father when I was fourteen). I’m a half-witch you see, my father was human whereas my mother was a witch.

I met a lot of friends. I’ll tell you that. Most of them were faeries, mind you, but there was the occasionally friend from the other races. You see, I was never looking for romance. I didn’t believe in love. Until it hit me.

It was in my Biology lesson. Yes, that’s right, I fell for my teacher. And you know what? He fell for me too. So, you’re probably thinking, I’d said that my life was fucked. It probably sounds pretty good right now, apart from the illegal relationship but who doesn’t like what you can’t have? Well, two months after I’d actually gotten together with my teacher and the games started. Guess what? I was nominated.

I spent a month in that arena. Fighting for my life whilst fighting to keep my friends alive. I would have died in their place. That’s the kind of girl I am. But it ended, and I’m alive, and so are they. It’s just lovely, isn’t it?

I’ll skip a few months, because it starts getting boring. Oh! Then we end up at was what the most happy day of my life. The man I loved, asked me to marry him. Yes, we had only been together six months but it felt like an eternity. And, he was a vampire. One-hundred and eighty-four. He was a little old fashioned.

It went wrong one week ago. Well, over a week. On the 2nd of April, 2013. My fiancé left me. Without reason, without word. He’d just left. I didn’t even see him go. So, yeah, that’s pretty much my life at Northvale. Charming, isn’t it?

She finished writing. Her eyes flicked up to her teacher. “I’ve finished, Sir” she spoke, leaning back in her chair. She did not like that task. Not one bit.

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Tagged: Elijah!
Notes: idek..
Words: 580
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[elijah daniel jacobs]

Watching the clock was getting tiring. Eli had started nodding off when a young blonde girl with dark eye makeup and dark clothing said she was done. He walked over to grab her paper. ""Ah, thank you, miss...He looked to her paper for her name. "Hearth." He took the paper back to his desk, and read through it quickly. She had fallen for her biology teacher, Eli had heard of Mr. Holmes but never actually met him. The games? He had heard about them, but hadn't had to experience them. It wasn't something anyone wanted to talk about. He put her grade at the top a 100%, because why the hell not. This girl pored her heart out so. He decided to give her a note too.
If you ever need a teacher to talk to about anything, come talk to me. I hate to see a girl with a broken heart. Eli looked at the girl sadly. He wrote her grade down in his grade book. Then proceeded to get up and hand the paper to her. He quickly turned to walk back to his desk before he said something.

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[pandora evelyn hearth]

Cold, blue eyes watched her teacher as he walked over to pick up her paper. “Call me Pan, please, not Miss Hearth and never Pandora” she spoke. Miss Hearth always sounded so formal, something she hated, and Pandora? He’d called her it. He’d never use her nicknames, it was always Pandora. That’s why she didn’t want to be called it anymore. She didn’t want any reminder of him. It brought back the pain, something she detested greatly.

Her fingers drummed against the table as she watched him reading her work. Why she had actually been so truthful she didn’t know. Never did she really go into that much detail about her life, but, he’d asked. And practically everyone knew anyway. Everywhere she went, she saw the sympathetic faces. Poor Panny, her fiancé left her. Her fingers stopped drumming to clench into a fist. She hated it. The sympathy. Feeling sorry for a person isn’t going to make it better.

She watched as her teacher began to write under her work. She wondered what it would say. He didn’t look cruel enough to write something along the lines of ‘it was your fault for falling for a teacher’. No, he looked kind which would mean he’d be sympathetic. The witch rolled her eyes. Then she noticed the look he was giving her. A sad look. Great. Fucking great.

She watched as he walked toward her, she took the paper as he handed it to her. Her eyes scanned over his writing. Before she could open her mouth and say something, he’d walked back to his desk. A girl with a broken heart? Broken? No, her heart wasn’t broken. It wasn’t there anymore. He’d ripped it out of her chest and taking it with him, wherever he was. She needed to make that clear.

The girl stood, walking over to her teacher’s desk. She loomed over it, the high heels making her stand at a good 6’2”. She dropped her voice low, so the students couldn’t hear her, but she knew that he could. “Listen, I don’t need your sympathy and I don’t need your help” she turned to walk back to her desk but stopped on the way. She turned once more “By the way, I’m sorry for causing a fucking inconvenience. It’s not my fault that my heart was fucking ripped from my chest” she spoke, once more taking her seat. Okay, so she hadn’t meant to lash out at her teacher. There was only one man she wanted to yell at right now but he wasn’t here.

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[elijah daniel jacobs]

Elijah waited for the girl to read what he had written knowing the reaction he was going to get. This girl was, well, she seemed direct to the point she didn't want anything left unsaid. Which Eli could understand, a girl "without a heart" can be unmerciful. Eli watched as the girl walked to his desk. Sympathetic, ha. Sympathy was a thing that came naturally to Eli he could help but want to be kind to the girl. He couldn't help but want to give this girl some kind of hope that there was a future. That a fiance that left is not the end of the world, but that's not something you can tell to a 17 year old girl. Eli decided to write her another note so he wouldn't have to bring the drama into his class. It read:
If you don't want sympathy I won't give you sympathy. I just understand what you're going through, and no I've never been left by a fiance, but I've been in some very serious relationships. Some of them broke off pretty bad. If you don't want to talk to me you don't have to. I don't care. Really I don't.
He waited till the class was over to hand her the note he waited as she walked out the door. He didn't say anything he just handed her the note giving her a impassive glance. He didn't care. Well, okay maybe he did, but only just a little. If this girl wasn't going to except the fact that he could, maybe, just maybe, lighten the burned she didn't have to. She was a "grown" woman capable of making her own decisions. It was just that Eli didn't like seeing anyone sad. Even if he didn't really care for them. Why should someone be sad? He didn't know and but he wanted to do his best to at least make someone feel slightly better.

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[amaya hisoka siriano]

Creative writing class, his only breath of fresh air. Amaya flopped down in a seat with apparent disrespect, but in reality he respected whoever taught the class extremely. Now, most would think him a douche being in the class willingly, they were all the douches, so who cared. Nothing mattered, anyway.

A piece on his life story? Hah. What life story? Well, at least it would give him the opportunity to write something interesting and dark. And yes, technically the assignment was a piece of prose literature, but he preferred poetry. Not to mention, he was damn good at it. So he wrote.

Life Story

Light
Brilliance, excitement, a new leaf
Sparkling with the new day
Perfection – stained
White smeared red
blue, gray, purple
Never ending black.
Black,
black,
black.

Scream of car tires
Winding, straight road ahead
Monochrome

It didn't matter if the teacher understood the poem, but he slouched down the aisle to hand it loftily to said teacher. Handed it to him lazily. Avoided his gaze. Preferred not to even take in the teacher's visage. “Here.”

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[elijah daniel jacobs]

The siren felt bad for telling girl off like that but it was what she wanted. He looked up to see another student finished with his work. He read it quickly. A poem, it was surprising. Most students would write theirs in prose, but he welcomed the difference. It was beautiful, the poetry was wonderfully written, but it was dark, very dark. Eli could feel the sadness pouring off the page. It almost made him tear up, but after the last reaction to a note he decided to talk to the boy instead. He gave the boy an 100% with a note that read... See me after class. He handed the paper back to the black haired boy. Giving him a nod, well done.

Elijah understood the poem he could feel the boy's pain, but wanted to know more. Wanted to know what caused someone so much pain. How someone could write such beautiful poetry. Have some much... darkness. He wanted... no, he needed to know. The emotional attachment to this poem was growing to strong he didn't want to hand it back. He wanted to keep it to study it, but it was better to talk to the boy then to wonder.