She started to read. In 1043 there was a not-so well known battle, also known as the Moon Battle… God, this was so freaking boring, she thought to herself. Iris skimmed through the rest of the text and flipped over the paper, using the reading material as reference as she slowly and methodically answered the questions. But when she was answering the last question, a line from the reading material caught her eye. Actually, the first users of magic didn't even know about magic! Imagine how surprised they must've been when they discovered them! Fascinating, she thought to herself. Interesting enough, the question she'd been about to answer was about the first users of magic, and she filled that out quickly.
"Done!" Mason congratulated himself and walked to the teacher's desk. He slid the paper over to her and waited for her to tell him what to do next.
"Well done," she smiled. "Why don't you go grab a computer from the cart over there," she paused to point to a computer cart across the room. "and go research the most interesting subject you can find that relates to something you read and write a paper about it? It won't be graded, but I'll read over it! I'll write the requirements on the board." Eleanor went to the whiteboard at the front and grabbed a marker and wrote the following in large, loopy, handwriting:
Requirements:
At least 5 paragraphs, and 5 sentences per paragraph
Must have a title
Must be edited
You need a first draft, then rewrite into a final draft, and then finally the official paper
Get a classmate to peer edit your first draft along with your own edits
Then she turned around and called for the students' attention. "Hey class, when you're done I want you to write a paper about the most interesting thing that relates to something you read! Perhaps, it could be a subject, like the Moon War, or, maybe you have a question that you could answer throughout the course of the paper. The requirements are written on the board. And just so you know, it isn't going to be graded, but it must be done in this class only. You'll get classtime tomorrow to work on this as well, so no rush."
Iris silently handed her paper to Eleanor and then went to grab a computer. The teacher hadn't assigned them numbers yet so she just grabbed a random one. Sitting back down, she opened the chromebook and signed into her own personal account. The cursor blinked over the search box on the browser window that opened automatically for a long five seconds. What had stood out to her again? Oh yeah, the fact about the first magic users not knowing about magic at first…
Mason raised his hand. "Excuse me, for my subject can I do the history of black magic? It wasn't in the paper you gave us but it's still magic history"
Sucorra hated history; she just couldn't remember it all, how the timeline fit. Sure, some of it was interesting, though she just didn't see the point in having to know all of it. She continued to work on her assignment, now almost done with the questions.
Rouge payed as much attention as she could she wasn't all too good at History but she tried her best and usually passed
Lili scowled at her paper, hoping almost that it would wither. He hated history so much. “Shit.” she said under her breath. She did the paper and turned it in. “This sucked.” she told the teacher.”
Rouge sighed in relief as she finished the paper and pulled out a chromebook quickly flipping it into a tablet
Jaiden did the paper and turned it in to the teacher and walked back to her desk.
Mason raised his hand. "Excuse me, for my subject can I do the history of black magic? It wasn't in the paper you gave us but it's still magic history"
Eleanor looked up from grading the students' papers. "Are you quite knowledgeable about it?" she asked. She wanted them to do a subject that they understood well, but preferably one they liked.
Sucorra finished, giving the paper to the teacher and beginning the new assignment. Grabbing a computer, she searched up events in the time period they were reading, looking for an interesting one.
"Yes! I've read quite a lot about it! I am knowlegeable" Mason said
Eleanor gave Mason a small nod, as if to say, go ahead.
Iris started writing an outline for the paper on the computer.
Mason ran to the computers, grabbed one and furiously started typing
Jaiden pulled out her Chromebook and opens it.
Rouge raised her hand politely as to not disturb the class
name: hiro shimada
gender : female
sexuality: strait
spieces: cyborgnectic elk ( basicaly a moon powered elf just not short. )
role : student
power: moon bending and dream weaving
apearence: 6.5, white hair with a blue fade, pale white skin. black sleeveless jacket. red short shorts, black high tops., cyborg eyes and skin.
personality: heroic, bully free. uptight and doesn't show feeling.
backstory: hiro was made in a factory, made to be a war weapon. throught "testing" was harsh torment and not even human screams. hiro had a mate but her went evil and she nowlonger considers him.
(added hiro! Feel free to join in whenever)
(i know i am saying rouge has her hand up)
hiro walked in to the classroom looking around centivly. ( i am a horable speller 😅😅)
(sorry i was in class guys)
"Yes Rouge?" Eleanor asked.
hiro walked in to the classroom looking around centivly. ( i am a horable speller 😅😅)
(do you mean tentatively? that's fine, i'm sure you'll get better eventually!)
(Hey, I was wondering if I could join, I may not be very active because of school, but I'll stop in.)
(Of course you can join!)
hiro walked in to the classroom looking around centivly. ( i am a horable speller 😅😅)
Eleanor then noticed Hiro. "Hello, what's your name? You must be the new student we were expecting." she gave a kind smile. "You can sit right there next to that young man over there," and pointed to an empty seat next to another boy in the class.
Sucorra picked a random topic, not caring which and just eager to get it done. She started her assignment, pausing every once in a while to double-check her research.
Iris did some research, really getting into it and already had a first draft done, she really liked this assignment.
