I figured i'd be that guy and type up a story for everyone to read while the patch is going. So without further ado I present a short piece of Final Fantasy High School Edition from a detached 3rd person view. Ahem (Used modern tech to make it easier on my writing and reality) also, I only used characters I sorta know about both IC and OOC. But if I missed you I apologize, I wasn't trying to make a novel and I still love ya and stuffs. Writings also a little rusty.
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A lean built white haired with black tipped fringe cut and messy haired man walked down the concrete rectangular pathway into the courtyard of the multi storied school. Silver white eyes looked a little less then enthusiatic as a quiet yawn escaped his thin lips. A black one strap bag slung over his left shoulder held up by the strength of his index and middle fingers wrapped tightly around the strapping. A crisp cool fall breeze wisped over the colorfully dotted trees scattered here and there around the courtyard of various oranges, yellows, browns and reds. The several story high school standing proudly off in the distance in front of the young man as he dragged his half asleep self through the gates.
"I knew I should have missed today. . . " Aaron said exasperatedly under his breath, he was the type of kid who missed a day or two every week, walked late into first period everyday and sat down like nothing happened, and still was passing all of his classes. Some people thought he cheated his way into high school, others thought he was just naturally gifted. He himself? He didn't even know he was passing all his classes until he'd checked his grades last month. Black boots tapped the hard concrete ground with a soft thump of each step as he walked slowly, but surely.
"Aaaaarrrooonnnn!" A feminine yet peppy voice sung to the young man as he looked half assed over his shoulder, a bright blonde haired tall, slim woman with crystal blue eyes walked at a fast pace over to him waving. Aaron couldn't help but notice the vibrant red skirt she was wearing coupled with what looked to be brown thigh boots and a blue jean jacket with a red tank top underneath to top it all off.
"Why do you always get to school late?? It's a miracle you made it this far!" She teased skidding to a stop beside him, the quiet snow head just stared at her before shrugging apathetically.
"It's a miracle I've achieved a lot of things Aya." he pausd. "Me?" he threw a palm up dismissively along with a deep exhale. "I just call it luck. . . or maybe the teacher has a crush on me and just gives me grades to pass. I'm fine with either one actually." He shrugged casting his icy gaze towards the high school again. "Class hasn't started yet?" he asked curiously.
"Nope! But at the rate you're walking you'll be late again and get detention! Betterstep it u--" Aya's voice was cut off by a more urgent and sharp one that echoed from across the vast courtyard.
"Aya why are you talking to the emo boy!? Hurry up you'll be late!" A woman yelled waving towards the two, specifically Aya. Aaron deadpanned to the side, a look of disappointment on his face.
"So i'm a emo now? That's cute." He rolled his eyes before trying to see who the woman was. "Is. . . that Leanne?" He squinted looking at the light skinned Miq'ote from afar, her golden slitted irises making identifying her easy from all the stories. Aya turned to him and nodded.
"You know her too! Come say he--"
"Not interested, besidesI don't know her on a personal level. But when you sit near a bunch of horny idiots who always talk about the girls sports teams you can't help but have the names Leanne and Chiyo stuffed into your ears." He scoffed pulling annoyed at his snow white hair. "It gets a little ridiculous. Anyway go on, before she decides to use her archery club skills on my face for keeping you." Aaron said just walking away.
"O-Ok! Bye Aaron!" Aya yelled back to him before trotting off towards Leanne as they went somewhere else. It didn't take long before the five minute bell rang that Aaron was stopped by another Miq'ote girl. Dark skin, something akin to a bandaid slung across her nose and bright eyes full of what looked like conviction augmented by black hair.
"Aaron! Why is it you come to school late every day despite making good grades!" She said running up to him in a reporter style voice, Aaron damn near faceplanted into the door as he was intercepted.
"Is it true you wear black twenty four seven because you're an edgy teenage boy full of angst who listens to angtsy music! Why is your hair white? Do you suffer from Marie Antoinette Syndrome? Do you cut yourself at night? Is something crawling in your skin?"
"Ghory! Please. . ." Aaron almost pleaded, a rare sight. White eyes closed as he opened the door before she could say anything else, shut it before she could enter, and locked her outside as she still came at him with questions. A sigh escapes his lips once again.
"Why. . ." He just stands there asking why. Before trying to get to class once again.
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A lean built white haired with black tipped fringe cut and messy haired man walked down the concrete rectangular pathway into the courtyard of the multi storied school. Silver white eyes looked a little less then enthusiatic as a quiet yawn escaped his thin lips. A black one strap bag slung over his left shoulder held up by the strength of his index and middle fingers wrapped tightly around the strapping. A crisp cool fall breeze wisped over the colorfully dotted trees scattered here and there around the courtyard of various oranges, yellows, browns and reds. The several story high school standing proudly off in the distance in front of the young man as he dragged his half asleep self through the gates.
"I knew I should have missed today. . . " Aaron said exasperatedly under his breath, he was the type of kid who missed a day or two every week, walked late into first period everyday and sat down like nothing happened, and still was passing all of his classes. Some people thought he cheated his way into high school, others thought he was just naturally gifted. He himself? He didn't even know he was passing all his classes until he'd checked his grades last month. Black boots tapped the hard concrete ground with a soft thump of each step as he walked slowly, but surely.
"Aaaaarrrooonnnn!" A feminine yet peppy voice sung to the young man as he looked half assed over his shoulder, a bright blonde haired tall, slim woman with crystal blue eyes walked at a fast pace over to him waving. Aaron couldn't help but notice the vibrant red skirt she was wearing coupled with what looked to be brown thigh boots and a blue jean jacket with a red tank top underneath to top it all off.
"Why do you always get to school late?? It's a miracle you made it this far!" She teased skidding to a stop beside him, the quiet snow head just stared at her before shrugging apathetically.
"It's a miracle I've achieved a lot of things Aya." he pausd. "Me?" he threw a palm up dismissively along with a deep exhale. "I just call it luck. . . or maybe the teacher has a crush on me and just gives me grades to pass. I'm fine with either one actually." He shrugged casting his icy gaze towards the high school again. "Class hasn't started yet?" he asked curiously.
"Nope! But at the rate you're walking you'll be late again and get detention! Betterstep it u--" Aya's voice was cut off by a more urgent and sharp one that echoed from across the vast courtyard.
"Aya why are you talking to the emo boy!? Hurry up you'll be late!" A woman yelled waving towards the two, specifically Aya. Aaron deadpanned to the side, a look of disappointment on his face.
"So i'm a emo now? That's cute." He rolled his eyes before trying to see who the woman was. "Is. . . that Leanne?" He squinted looking at the light skinned Miq'ote from afar, her golden slitted irises making identifying her easy from all the stories. Aya turned to him and nodded.
"You know her too! Come say he--"
"Not interested, besidesI don't know her on a personal level. But when you sit near a bunch of horny idiots who always talk about the girls sports teams you can't help but have the names Leanne and Chiyo stuffed into your ears." He scoffed pulling annoyed at his snow white hair. "It gets a little ridiculous. Anyway go on, before she decides to use her archery club skills on my face for keeping you." Aaron said just walking away.
"O-Ok! Bye Aaron!" Aya yelled back to him before trotting off towards Leanne as they went somewhere else. It didn't take long before the five minute bell rang that Aaron was stopped by another Miq'ote girl. Dark skin, something akin to a bandaid slung across her nose and bright eyes full of what looked like conviction augmented by black hair.
"Aaron! Why is it you come to school late every day despite making good grades!" She said running up to him in a reporter style voice, Aaron damn near faceplanted into the door as he was intercepted.
"Is it true you wear black twenty four seven because you're an edgy teenage boy full of angst who listens to angtsy music! Why is your hair white? Do you suffer from Marie Antoinette Syndrome? Do you cut yourself at night? Is something crawling in your skin?"
"Ghory! Please. . ." Aaron almost pleaded, a rare sight. White eyes closed as he opened the door before she could say anything else, shut it before she could enter, and locked her outside as she still came at him with questions. A sigh escapes his lips once again.
"Why. . ." He just stands there asking why. Before trying to get to class once again.
Kevin Gates - Told Me
