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Q1: Whats your fave subject at school?:
A. Art is totally better than the other subjects!
B. I think that the no.1 lesson is chemistry, i love carrying out science expirements, especially when the whole thing goes POOF!
C. Sports and P.E, it keeps you healthy and you can chat with your friends while doing so!
Q2. You really like?:
A. being praised and compilmented.
B. Learning new skills and talents.
C. having dreams where your flying.
Q3. Your walking into school one rainy monday morning feeling a bit glum, and when you get in a grumpy teacher shouts at you saying your late, what do you do?:
A. Explain that it wasn't your fault and that you couldn't help that (insert excuse here) happened.
B. Say nothing but 'yes miss' and 'sorry' yet secretly feel like pouring a bucket of cold water over her head.
C. Run as fast as you can to class!
Q4. The teacher chosses you to read out your poem in front of the entire school at assembly, how would you react:
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(I made it "a not essay" type)
Flora: ~yawn~
Bloom: Goodmorning Flora !
Flora: Morning, sweetie :)
*Flora went up from her bed and went to bloom*
Flora: How was your sleep?
Bloom: About sky..
Flora: obviously (she giggled)
Bloom: What about your sleep?
Flora: you know... Helia
Bloom: Obviously. haha!
*both laughed, and then stella slammed the door open*
Stella:Why are you two laughing without, me?!?
Flora: stella, dear... we were just talking about someting.. not really important
bloom: yeah stella (she laughed)
*stella skipped and drop herself to bloom's bed*
stella:lets go shopping today! i need new clothes!
musa:thats a great idea!
*stella,bloom and flora turned their heads to the door*
stella:oh! morning, musa!
tecna:i already told the boys to meet us at magix (tecna entered the room)
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At the birth of every being, their story is written. Most are hidden in places where no one would look; in the creases of a palm, or the strings of a soul. Most are undetectable. But there are some, some that are kept where they could easily be looked after.
The stories of princes and princesses are among these precious tales that are guarded from view. Because knowing your future is not necessarily the best thing. Knowing your future is not always safe.
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Sparks was beautiful. There was no greater descriptive word Bloom could have used. Everything seemed to shine like a polished tiara, with the palace being the most precious gem atop it’s peak.
The hologram playing on Sky’s desk showed a castle that was very different from the one she had seen before in the vision Daphne showed her. This one was newer, and grander by a tenfold. Spires that appeared to be glass reached for the sky from it’s far-reaching, ground-hugging body. The sun glittered and leaped along it’s surface.
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