Well, fam is on vacation now, which means I won’t have much time to be here other then to check in, and even then. Thus I have a brief hiatus as the image says from May 25 to June 7. After that, I should be back full swing here since a vacation is just what I need. See you guys around.
⊰ torn pages ⊱ Alright since I’m not needed here or on my Meg sideblog, I’m gonna slink off and onto another account. See you guys on the flipside.
“If there’s one thing you can always expect in this school, it’s drama.” Belle spoke to no one in particular as she approached the lunch line. Sometimes people answered, but not often. But most of the time it was just her thoughts being spoken aloud and the little relief that came from that. Which was fine with her, honestly.
“It’s not often people come to me to gossip about someone, non? Please tell me it’s nothing too degrading, non? I could vent for hours on Gaston, but I do not want to hear anything untrue.” Not that she believed Ariel would say something that was dishonest. She just had to say that to start with.
“I’m not exactly the best chef, non? The best things I make are chicken noodle soup and chocolate chip cookies. I can follow a recipe, but it’s nothing spectacular. You, however...” She trailed. There was nothing more delicieux than the food Ella had given.
“Uh no. I hadn’t heard that one, but uh you don’t really think that’s true do you? It’s a tad... ridiculous, non?” The brunette piped up, only when she was spoken to, gripping her notebook on her desk as she leaned forward toward her.
Some of the things the French beauty heard in the hallway was beyond her desire to know, and what she heard just now was no exception. Though she certainly hadn’t expected to hear something so vulgar. “Oh mon dieu. Such filthy mouths in this school.”
Apparently rumors were being spread. Not surprising considering this is a school and they are teenagers. And humans at that. Inherently they were imperfect and so things will happen, true or not, and word will get around. But seeing as she’s always had rumors spread about her, the brunette wasn’t exactly phased about what’s being said. At least not that she let show. Sometimes it got to her, but, Belle liked to think she had a thick skin, so she brushed it off, even if it meant sliding into the library across from someone who may have said what’s being said about anyone. Even her. But that was it. “Hope you don’t mind. Seems this place is actually almost at full capacity. Strange.”
The only reason Belle was allowed in Riverdell in the first place was her intelligence. Without the scholarship she was given, the girl would never have made it out of her little village ‘til college rather than as a junior in high school. And maybe not even then. So, you can bet, maintaining that level of smarts that for her in is her utmost priority, and she could not care less about most of the clique wars gong on. She’s a nerd because, well, that’s what she is, not because she believes people should fit into constructs and groups that others have made. After all, it doesn’t matter what group your in, you could be just as awful anywhere else as you are now. Or you could be just as good as well. So, of all the people in the school, she is possibly the most disinterested in it all. All she knows is she loves books and so those will be given her attention. Everyone else, well, they’ll be given it when they deserve it. And in that way, she was conceited. The end.
⊰ torn pages ⊱ Working on my bio for this group! So like for a starter if you want one from Belle.
Like for a thing.
For when I get home.
⊰ torn pages ⊱ For some reason, I’m exhausted. But I’m also not needed here, so I think I’m going to go to bed. I’ll be back here Sunday probably since I have homework to do tomorrow. See you on the flipside.
“ i’m feeling a bit of mischief coming on~!!! “
“I feel like I should be scared.”
Belle sat in the restaurant reading while she waited for the crepes she’d ordered. Unfortunately the cafe had had a plethora of people and that environment was what she wanted to avoid. Luckily, however, the restaurant had plenty of room, which meant she ordered her water with lemon and some breakfast food, just so she could not be removed from the premises as she read. Considering she was a bit tired of reading in the library where Gaston knew where to find her, and her room was causing her a good deal of cabin fever. No this was perfect. At least for now.
