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[key marissa restrepo]

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but the good girls suddenly the bad girls
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Key had never been a perfect student, even when she was in elementary school she had argued with the teachers. In first grade, she'd been caught crawling around on the floor instead of taking a quiz. She was kicked out of brownies for setting fire to things she shouldn't have, and by the time she got to fifth grade, none of the teachers wanted her. They called her untrue things like attention deprived and problem child, she had heard them once in the office. They didn't know a single true thing about Key. Attention-deprived was very much the opposite of what she was; at home, her father smothered her, bought her puppies and toys and clothes and whatever it was that her little heart desired. When he wasn't drinking, that is. But even then, Key had no problems. She very much enjoyed being alone.

So, really, when she came to Donovan Academy, no one should have expected her schooling to be much different. She didn't listen and she didn't react to orders well. She copied work and she back-talked teachers. The only place she ever tried was when she was in the training arena. Every time she was a smart ass to teachers, they acted all surprised, like they never would have thought that Key Restrepo would have ever talked to them in such a disrespectful manner! It annoyed her to no end. And the way they kept handing out work that they knew they shouldn't give her (it was a waste of trees, really, it would never get done). And how they scolded her each time she fell asleep in class or didn't turn in a certain assignment. Shouldn't they have expected that behavior from Key by now?

This all made her furious on that given day; she worked hard to make an impression on people, and her own teachers acted shocked when she didn't hand in work. And what was more; she was sitting alone in the cafeteria, absentmindedly spinning an apple (her lunch) in the air above her hand. Key was fine being alone anywhere else. Just not when there were people all around, people that chose not to approach her. They had called her names like narcissistic before, but what could they expect? Key was well put together and she held herself like she was a big shot CEO, and she knew it. What use was being just plain better than everyone else if you didn't throw it in their faces, make them know it? Even her so-called friends, ones just as shallow as she, weren't around. Key couldn't even find Lyla -- trying to anger her was a favorite pastime of Key's; it was challenging -- and Wes was in a terrible mood. She could tell by the dark clouds and the look on his face when he had passed by her earlier that day.

Lunchtime soon ended and Key was left alone, refusing to clear out with all of the other students because she didn't like schedules. They held her down and made her feel suffocated, and Key would do whatever she very well pleased at whatever given time, whether the teachers or janitors or lunch workers liked it or not. When a lunch worker asked if she could remove her feet from the table so he could clean it, Key nearly shouted at him, just about ready to rave and rant for hours. But all she did was let the juicy red apple fall into her palm, and she took a big bite out of it, angrily, while she glared at the meek little man as if he were the most disgusting thing that had ever walked the earth. When he back away from her, she found herself feeling much, much better. But still wishing for company.

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[alistair dmitri donovan]

Alistair had finished his time in the library, now it was time for the cafeteria and plus he was hungry too, so Alistair had decided that he would have lunch their as well. Food at the academy weren’t that good but it wasn’t awful too. Alistair got the chance to eat food all over the world and found a liking to each countries food. Placing his hands inside his pockets Alistair made his way to the cafeteria, he kept an eye out on the students though he was doing what he loved and that was pretty much nothing. If Alistair wanted to he could barely do nothing for the day and still get his job done.

Alistair could see the cafeteria entrance, it was down the hallway, though he had to break up a fight, two students with fire manipulation were showing of their new found abilities. Using his own ability he sent them packing well merely he made them run around the school without stopping for an hour. Alistair laughed as he watched them run away from him not knowing that they have both been hypnotized into doing something, though they would soon know what happened when the hour was up. Giving out a warning to the group that started Alistair turned his attention back to the cafeteria.

Alistair soon entered the cafeteria and looked around many students were hear and the line to the food was pretty long. Alistair grabbed a plate and tray and made his way up to the front of the line. Pushing in he grabbed himself a burger and chips and walked away, none of the students said a thing and the workers simply shook their heads at Alistair. Like hell he was going to wait for his food at this place. Alistair looked around and pretty much saw the place packed but he saw a lone girl spinning an apple with her abilities. “You know you should eat your food instead of playing with it.” Alistair explained. “But being a purist I’ll let it slip, mind if I joined you?” Alistair asked with a grin on his face.

[key marissa restrepo]

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Key was, in a world, shallow. She didn't talk to what she considered to be distasteful people -- which was just a little more than half of the student body, in her opinion. Key's favorite thing, when alone, was watching people, and telling herself whether or not they would be the kind of people that she would want to surround herself with. Beautiful, smart, wealthy, or powerful, those were the kind of people she wanted to surround herself with. Of course, it was rather difficult, when with her rude and cruel reputation no one wanted to approach her, and it was nearly impossible for anyone to live up to her standards. She was really the only one that could ever do that; her and her dead father. The way the man had raised her had kind of set her up to be lonely, really, and although Key believed that she should have the rank of national treasure, she had never expected people to be around her purely because they liked her.

Key tilted her head to the side when Alistair approached her, eyes narrowed into a glare -- not because she already disliked him. That was just the expression she normally wore. At his first comment, she spun the apple one more time and then let it drop into her hand before taking a bite. "There's a difference between playing and practicing, sir. It's only helping my concentration."

[/color] Key said flatly in reply, voice only slightly mocking when she said the word 'sir', raising her brows. When he asked to join her, Key nodded and, with one flick of the hand, using her abilities, slid out a chair directly across the table from her. Only then did she return his grin with her own smug one. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

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