Hemingway Academy Of The Arts

(Yay!)
Name: Lolita Collins
Talent(s): Writing
Electives (four main courses-Math, English, Science, History--as well as a language, are required): theatre, creative writing, & public speaking
Bio: She is the daughter of a famous politician. Her father doesn't approve of her career choice but sent her here to see if she could even make it. She has always been in the public's eye so she is always worried of what people might think and she always feels watched. Her dad is planning on running in the next presidential election.
Hobbies/interests: writing & singing (though she doesn't do it publicly)
Looks: long curly black hair with silver streaks, dark blue eyes, petite, long legs
Grade: Junior, age 16
Other: She was in an abusive relationship, but she's never told anyone about it.

(cool! since there's three of us, wanna just start?)

(Sure, I'd love to. Who'll start us off?)

(I guess I will.)

Greg: I got on campus early so I could take a nap before class and went to sit outside my math classroom.

Lolita - I walked around the campus, slightly lost. I was brand new, and though I had learned a lot about the school, I had no idea where to go or how to get there. I sighed to myself. How was I expected to find my way around without any help. The classes were so mixed together that I could barely tell right from left.

Greg: I looked up and saw a girl walking around who looked a little confused. "Hey," I said, looking up from my nap for a moment.

Lolita - I jumped when I heard a voice, a little skittish from past experiences. I turned to see a boy sitting in front of a door to some class. "Oh, hi," I smiled smoothly hoping he hadn't notice my nervousness.

Greg: I grinned. "Hey. First year?"

Lolita - I laughed, "Yeah," I admitted. "This place is so big. How do you get around?"

Greg: I shrugged. "I've been here for three years."

Lolita - "Wow." I said. "What's your 'talent'?" I ask him curiously.

Greg: "I'm an actor," I said. "What are you?"

Lolita - "Writer." I tell him. I smiled. An actor, oh no, aren't they all supposed to be drama queens... or kings.

Greg: "Oh," I said. "Writing. I see. Must be interesting."

Lolita - I could barely hear something almost arrogant in his tone, "Probably not as interesting as acting." I said. It was my honest opinion. Sure, I wrote the characters, but the actors got to be the characters.

Greg: "Yes, I agree," I said, glad she saw my point.

Lolita - I raised my eyebrows. Yes, arrogant was the word. "If you'll excuse me, I have a class to find." I said pointedly.

Greg: "Alright," I said. "I'll see you around."

Lolita - "Ugh!" I rolled my eyes. "Did your momma not teach you anything?"

Greg: I frowned. "What do you mean?"

Lolita - "Well," I started, "you could at least ask what class I have and try to point me in the right direction."

Greg: "Oh," I said. "Right. My bad. Where are you going?"

Lolita - I read off my schedule, "Theatre: Improv." I glanced up at him biting my bottom lip.

Greg: "I thought you were a writer," I said.

Lolita - I nodded, "I am. But, I made a deal with my dad that I would try a little bit of everything, as electives. He wants me to broaden my mind, and he thinks Improv will help my speech writing skills." I rambled.