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Name : Zac Remerse
age : 15
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bio : 15 year old track star, was the best freshamn 800 Meter dash of the whole team. He makes a's and b's and is focused in the Visual Arts, he takes AP Art, and Digital Design. He is a up coming sophmore. He cant keep a girlfriend, has many personalities depending on which class he is in. He helps a lot, and has a bad side sometimes, if he gets mad enough he can go off on someone, and he is always smiling/ laughing. He has problems at home, but he dosnt let it bother him at school unless something really bad happens, he once was suicidal but he got over it when he figured out that he is as good as any other person out there. He currently started going to the gym and it has boosted his self-asteem a lot. He is a surfer, he has been surfing for over about 3 years. He also is on a off school swim team, nobody makes fun of it for him because he dosnt make enemies. He read books about peoples live that have difficulties in them but in the end they turn out to be the best think ever in an unusual way. He is a suck up to teachers to get into extra activities, and is a major adrenaline junky.
pet if any : He has a german shepherd that is always following him around, he feels as if his dog can understand him in a sort of way, she is a girl. And he will do anything to not let her get hurt.
hobbies : Track, Swimming, Volleyball, Gym, Diving, Surfing, Reading, Laughing, Girls.
likes : Mostly anything.
dislikes : not that much stuff.
other? : Sort of bipolar, he technically isnt, but he thinks he is when it comes to being dissapointed and excited.
Also he has no expectation which leads to his parents hating him and thinking nothing is good enough for him, when he is actually happy but he just dosnt express it.

((You start))

Zac walked in the newly opened school extremly nervous. "Please let there be no one looking at me." He was waring tan skinny jeans, with a white v-neck and black glasses. He had a army green messanger bag filled with water and his swimming uniform, that at the time as hanging out so people could see it, he didnt know though. He always had a silver watch on, it helped im think of something to draw during class unusually. "Josh, where the crap is Literature?" He loved this class, he also loved to speak in a high literate tone. He saw a an dressed in a black suit and asked him, "Where is um... room 161, Ms. Whitman?" The man in the suit looked him up and down, and had a disgusted look on his face but answered him saying "Up Stairs, i think the 2nd door on the right." He said with a aggravated tone. "Alright... um, thanks." Zac said trying to get away fast enough.

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"Today class we will be reading The Count of Monte Cristo" Said an elderly woman dressed up in a vivid red and blue dress. Zac thought to himself "Sterotypical Literature Teacher... Ah, same book to, *Sigh* they need some new lessons in every school." Zac had already read this book many times on his own, but he was up for it again.
"Uh, Hi, are you Ms.Whitman?" Zac asked in a hushed voice not to make the other students to upset with his break in. "Yes, son. I am, and you must be Zac... Remersky?" She said ending with a questionable tone. "Um, its actually Remerse..Sorry" Zac said while pushing his glass above his head with his arm revealing the swimsuit uniform barely hanging on to his bag. "Aha! Look everyone! He's a swimmer! He probably shaves his legs!" Said a boy in the room giving a high five to his neighbor. Zac just blushed and hastily shoved the uniform in his bag. He went to an open seat next to the boy that made fun of him, unforntunatly it was the only one open due to someone setting there bag on one up front. "Psst... Im not gay just so you know..." The boy said. I realized he had a football jacket on. I also realized it said Junior Varsity. Zac automatically came back with "Ah, me either. But I hope you realize this class is all seniors, other than me, I paid to get in here. But um, I see you Junior Varsity... did you pay to get in that class? Or did you just really suck?" The boy got up and stole Zacs bag and dumped it out revealing his swimsuit and 7 bottles of water, and the same book that the teacher was just going over. "Nerd!" the boy said.

[dun worry it's okay]

nisha sat in the back of the class as Mrs.leabu, or as nisha preferred, Mrs.lesbo talked on and on about trig. nisha was a math wiz but it never showed. "nisha what function do you use if your solving for the hypotenuse and you have the opposite side with the angle.?" mrs.lesbo asked. nisha sighed. "well?" the teacher asked again getting impatient "weeeeeeelllllllllllll Mrs.Leabu you would use cos on the calculator or take the side divided by the angle to get close to what the cos would equal when you plug in the angle." she said matter-of-factually. "well done mrs.nisha" the teacher said. the class glared at nisha, she just shrugged and said "keep staring i might do a trick" to the rest of the class, they turned back around as the teacher started to speak again.

[Np, That was hysterical.]

Zac sat down and started staring at his Vans. He thought to himself "Oh lord, tsk, did I buy these?" He then glanced at his watch, a figure started to make image in his mind. An image of a new born puppy born into a large litter all the dogs seemed to be bigger.. muc bigger than the new born. "What he must feel..." Zac started to draw the image on the desk not paying any attention to the class. "Mr. Remerse! What was te difference between the two friends in The Count of Monte Cristo? I see your drawing on my desk also, do you know who has to clean it afterwords? Me." Zac yawned by instinct and started to explain why he was "Ive alre-", "Hush! I asked a simple question stand up straight and answer properly." Zac stood up firmly and cleared his throught, " In The Count of Monte Cristo one of the Friends came from fortune as the other came from a life of proverty, the richest of them two was always jealous of the poor man because he met an amazing girl that loved him for who he was, not by how much his pocket was buldging. Later on they both where in a war, the richest planned to fake a murde f the poorest, but the poorest was captured and survived 10 long years of inprisonment of the enemy, he then escaped and then became the Count of Monte Cristo and then found out his old friend was having relations with the woman. He sworn to have reve-", "That is enough, I didnt ask for the whole story now did I?" Ms.Whitman said. "No, you didnt, and for the desk, Ill stay and clean it." Good, I was going to make you anyways."

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Zac started to finish up the drawing, now looking as if it was a real scene. He looked up trying to get his eyes to keep focus and realized a girl with brown hair looking at him and was pointing at the ground near his feet. He had forgotten about the swimsuit and it had been laying there in the open. "Oh ********!" He said loudly. "Excuse me what was that?" The boy said to get the teachers attention. "I heard it to." Ms.Whitman said. "Zac your going to have to stay after school today and clen all these desks, I know its elementary, but it actually helps me." Zac looked up and put his glasses back over his eyes, and said "Yes Ma'am." Then looked over to the boy and he was acting like he was shaving his legs and started to rub them making sexual faces. I said "I though you werent gay?" In a quick remark and started back on the drawing.

Zac looked up to notice a girl screaming in the room. She had huge pink hair that bounced with every movement. "Its the first day, how is she so calm?" Zac started to stare at her, but then he though "She'll notice me staring at her, and think im weird." Zac looked down and tried to act focused on his drawing. He was listening to all the conversation and would look up everynow and then only to see her still laughing with all the guys in the room. "Hey swimmer!" The boy called from the front of the class. "You want this dont you, I see you looking up here." He said looking back at the girl and eyeballing her body. Zac just looked up and closed his eyes, and started to mess up hs brown short hair, he always did then when he needed to be calm, it was the only thing he didnt care what people talked about to him. "He looked back at the girl and noticed she finally stop laughing and looked at her face, she had serious grey eyes, and her skin was pink, most likly from the glow of her hair. If you stared at it too long you would go blind. "I want to draw her." Zac said, he looked at her one last time and took out a crappy pencil and started to draw a mini her in the corner of the desk.

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All this time he didnt even realize the bell had rung. Something in his head was bothering him, then he realized. "Dinner with parents!" "s**t!" He screamed, he got up swung his bag over his solders and ran right past everyone, his glasses fell off without him even realizing it. He also forgot to erase the art work on his desk.

Zac running on his way home couldnt stop thinking about how her hair, for some reason he was obssessed with it. Zac ran into a gas station and changed into clothes he has hidden under the sink there before. "Gosh, my parents should be lucky I do this for them. He said while changing into a pair of blue jeans and a yellow pollow, he pushed his short bangs up to make then stay up, and he realized his glasses are gone. "Oh s**t..." He sarted torun back to the school thinking "Thank god for track" and went into Ms.Whitmans room only to se the girl at his desk. "No." He stood outside the door back to the wall and hea up thinking. "Crap, Im wearing these ridiculous clothes, and I have to get my glasse..." He gave up and just started to walk out towards the exit.