Defeating the Homework Monster {Open}

[SOPHIE MILLER]

Anyone who knew Sophie Miller knew that she hated writing about real life things. It made her want to throw up. Obviously, her history professer did not know that, because he had assigned a research paper two weeks ago that was due tomorrow. Or maybe he did know she hated these things, and wanted her to throw up all over Austen Research Center. The worst part was that he forbade internet sources. Like, really? The fastest way of getting information? Sophie groaned. He was so old and old-fashioned. Well, whatever, she needed to pass history so she could get her credits and never have to do this ever again. She had already finished all her source and note cards and made sure they were in the MLA format (which she pronounced it muh-laah because that's how it made her feel), and now she had to do the outline. She liked handwriting things before typing them up/spell-checking them, so she had a blank piece of loose leaf paper in front of her, which was the object of her blank stare. The only thing written on it was the heading, her name and the word 'Thesis' underlined with a colon. What was the deal with calling that thing a colon, anyways? That made her thing of insides and that was gross... Focus, Sophie. Now what was a thesis again? Wasn't that kind of like a summary of what the paper was about? Okay so. Just write a sentence about how corporations have made changes world-wide. She could do this. Just- how would she word it? Ugh, okay, she just needed to relax. It was the quiet of the research center maybe. Taking a rather loud breath, she let her hand do all the writing. Just write, okay, it's what you do best. Paint a picture with words on a piece of paper like you always do. Granted, this picture would be rather boring. But just think of... a skycraper on the whole world, and how people are reacting to it. Going with that image, she wrote, not stopping until she realized what she was writing.

"GAAAH!" she exclaimed rather loudly, and crinkled up her paper and threw it across the room, not realizing it went to the next table over. The librarian at the desk shushed her, and she nearly stuck her tongue out. "Sorry," she whispered apologetically instead, getting out another sheet of paper and labeling it with her name and heading and 'Thesis:' again. Okay... so the giant skyscraper image didn't work. She needed to come up with something different. This time, she pictured a lot of people wearing shirts with the word 'Inc. Changed My Life' and let her hand just write.

Remaining silent this time, but getting a very angry look on her face, she crinkled up the paper again, not realizing it went in the same direction, only hitting the person's head. God, this wasn't getting done. She spread her notecards and books and magazines across the table, throwing a mini hissy fit before finally laying her head on the desk, hitting a few times before settling down and just laying there, frustrated.

Research papers were dumb. Her history professor was dumb. History was dumb. College was dumb. And at that moment, Sophie felt pretty dumb too.

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OUTFIT!

[ADDISON ROWE]

Anyone who knew Addison Rowe knew that she hated writing about real life things.

Well, hate was a strong word. And it wasn’t even that she hated it. She just hated it compared to writing fiction. Just because she drew from her real life experiences didn’t mean she liked to write about them. On their own, they were boring. Mixed and put together with made up places and names made them that much more fun. Annoyingly enough, a lot of people didn’t think Addison was capable of fun. Why, how could anybody be fun when they were actively going to a college for a tour of the campus? Addison was actually getting tired of people saying she was boring, but how was she supposed to shake the image she’d been building for two years? If she managed to attend a college that her friends weren’t, then maybe she could show her new friends that she wasn’t such a… normal person.

From what she’d read up on, though, a lot of Baum Academy students ended up going to Barrie University. If she thought about that too hard, she found it rather strange. But who was she to question the workings of education systems? Her tour guide had been a bubbly girl who was able to answer all of Addison’s questions, and then some. There were classes she’d take in a heartbeat, the campus was beautiful, and all the other students she met seemed nice enough. When the tour had finished, the girl had left her with an all-access guest pass. If Addison wanted to, she could step in and watch a class. If she got hungry, they had a free lunch ready for her. All she wanted to do right then, though, was go back to the Austen Research Center. It’d been her favorite place on the entire tour, and she needed a second look at it.

Once she had settled at an unoccupied table, Addison had a stack of four books. She wasn’t allowed to check them out (obviously), but she was just as happy to sit and flip through them for a bit. Almost immediately after she’d sat down, the girl at the next table chucked a piece of paper over at her. Trying not to get annoyed, Addison glanced up to see what the problem was. She had books and note cards; it looked like a lot of work and Addison briefly panicked at the thought of not being able to keep up with that much schoolwork. Then she, rather rudely, assumed that maybe the girl had procrastinated and was behind on her work. Deciding that she’d been nosy enough, Addison looked back down to her open book and continued to read. At least, she would have had she not been hit in the head with another wadded up piece of paper.

This time, Addison opened it up and read what had been written. Apparently the girl was named Sophie Miller (I’s dotted with hearts), and her paper was not going well. She laughed a little at the story, wondering if this Sophie Miller was at all into creative writing. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as Addison had initially thought her to be. Closing her books and leaving them there, Addison went to join the girl at her table. She sat down and spread the paper out, flattening it and facing it towards the girl. “You hit me in the head.

” Addison smiled to show that she wasn’t upset before continuing, “the ‘MLASTER.’ That’s clever.”
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[SOPHIE MILLER]

With laying her head on the desk, Sophie realized that she was very, very tired. In the few seconds, she had nearly falling asleep, and the sounds around her were in the first stages of being morphed into dreams. So when she heard paper being flattened out, it took her a second to sit up, looking a little lost, before registering what the girl said. "Oh... sorry!" she said, too loud for a library, and the librarian gave her the full-on stinkeye.

Sophie nearly stuck her tongue out at the lady before the girl sitting across from her mentioned her not-research-paper. And... complimented it. Whaaaat? She blinked a couple times before realizing that ohhh, the paper she had thrown had hit her in the head and she had opened it up and read it and like it. Okay, got it. Making connections now. Yeah.

"Oh, thank you! I uh, yeah, it's pretty bad though. Spelling-wise and, uh, general cheesiness..." Sophie wasn't usually self-conscious, but she was tired and her normally ridiculous energy levels had dwindled and she was able to focus on the task at hand. Well... this conversation, at least. Not the research paper. But yeah, her writing wasn't super great, but she loved to do it, so whatever. "I just kind of don't like research papers. They're the worst kind of writing ever."

She hadn't actually looked at the girl's face since she hat sat over here, only glances. But she knew she was about to get distracted, like a spidey sense tingling, and she had to turn her full attention towards the girl to keep herself from reading the books in the surrounding shelves. Sophie paused, then peered into the girl's face, realizing she looked very familiar... "Do you go here?" she asked, now fully invested in solving this mystery! "You look really familiar!"

Maybe she had just seen her around that day, or something. She hadn't seen her at Barrie before... maybe at Baum? She eagerly awaited the reply to the question because the familiar thoughts were happy and welcoming and friendly, rather than angry and unwanted and scary.

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{ sorry for shortness, sophie doesn't feel like being very long-winded at this point in the thread. i think she fluctuates because that's part of her character but whatevs christendy addiphie <33 }