((-nodnod-

Where's Lurafais? ;()) 

Castor sat outside the school. A little ways off from the basket ball court, his back to it. He was looking at a little chipmonk infront of him. He raised his hand and waited as the chipmonk raise his own. He motioned his finger in a circle and the chipmunk twirled around in a circle. Castor smiled slightly, he put his hand down and say the chipmonk stopped. Let's try something else. He though. Chase your Tail. He thought watching the chipmonk. The chipmuck looked confused but chased his tail just as Castor said. He grinned.

(Well theres a fail.)

Mystique walked to the bleachers, avoiding other students and teachers. After years of skipping cl*censored*es to be outside in peace, she had learned that if she looked as if she needed to go somewhere, people left her alone. Today, however, she was puzzling over the strange girl-and still not thinking of anything. She reached the bleachers. Looking around, she sat on the upper benches. She didn't see the strange girl. Shrugging, Mystique stretched out on a top bench. Star crawled out of the bag and curled up on her shoulders as Mystique stared up at the sky, lost in her own thoughts.

((I'm here now. Sorry for not being on for a few days. I went to the beach for a few days))

((It's okay.  And by the way guys, I won't be on for the next couple days.  AND I'M CHANGING MY NAME TO PARTHENELLA))

Parthenella strutted around the school grounds.  She did not sense anyone she needed in the school.  She kept her mind open.  The school was actually very beautiful.  There was lots of gr*censored* growing.  It was truly georgous.  Parthenella guessed that the presence of the new generation of teenage gods were helping.  The wind was whistling, the birds were singing, the chipmonks were dancing...wait, the chipmonks were dancing?  Parthenella did a double take.  There was a small, chipmonk, in the gr*censored*, spinning in circle for no apparent reason.  It didn't look sick or demented, just a little crazy.  If it's in pain then maybe I'll put it out of it's misery.  She thought  but then her eyes traveled to a handsome boy sitting alone in the gr*censored*.  He was grinning and looking at the chipmonk.  Parthenella didn't exactly get what was going on, then something clicked.  A god, of course.  She strode boldy over, blocking to boy's vision of the spinning creature.  "Hello, I am new to this school.  May I ask something of you?"

Castor looked up when he saw someone stand infront of his chipmunk. He cranned his neck and saw the chipmunk stopped and was looking dazed, it shook its little head then bounded off.

"- May I ask something of you?"

He heard the person standing in front of him say. He felt embar*censored*ed that he hadn't even been listening. He wiped the look off his face and  looked up. "Uhh sure. What can I help you with?"  he said as he stood up, and looked down at her. He realized he had never seen her before and she was dressed rather strange with her cloak. Wait a cloak? People still wear those?

Castor looked down at her, his eyebrow raised. "The bleachers?" he looked down at his watch. "What have you-" He cut himself and looked at her, trying to shake the though from his head. "I guess so, do you need help doing some sort of experiment or something?" He asked. Syrely if she went to the school she knew under the bleacher was where they couples went for free time, and it wouldn't be the first time some weird kid had asked for him to meet them there. Often the teacher recomended that if they wanted good on a science mark that they should as him, because he has an uncanny ability with people. So he often met kids there because they wanted to look at the 'human behaviour'. He ran his tongue over his teeth, she didn't look like the science type. But something in the back of his mind said to trust her. "Nevermind, I'm sure it's important."

((Wow, I fail.))

((WTF? The page is like so strecthed I can't read it. I had to go to the eighth page to post this.Is that just me? Ill check my ipod.

Edit: Is stretched on my ipod too XD))