User blog comment:MichaelDiaz101/Days at Bullworth roleplay/@comment-2109247-20120416030842

''It was 8:00 PM on a thursday night. Students were either in their dorm rooms or were off somewhere else on campus. Johnny Vincent was with hussy girlfriend, making out near a brick wall. The rest of the Greasers were chilling out, exchanging cancer sticks with one another. Gord was cozy in the Harrington House along with Tad, Bif and Parker, talking about social aspects and the economy. Earnest was having a meeting with a few of his members at the library about their next plan on taking over the Jocks. Juri was in the gym doing wrestling practice with his friend Luis, and everyone else watched in excitement.''

'' Mikhaila scribbled something in her diary as she sat down at the desk in her dorm room. There was no one to bother her. Her door was locked to keep all of the pesky girls that would usually try to get a rise out of her. She decided not to let people get to her for the day, but failed when Pedro accidently threw a rock at her, which he really meant to hit Russell instead of Mikhaila. Mikhaila, to Russell's amusement, gave Pedro a few good punches before she was taken down by Seth and dragged all the way to Dr. Crabblesnitch's office. Today was the usual for her, but the only thing she did not do was talk to Juri. Juri didn't even notice that she wasn't around, but Mikhaila didn't want to be near him. Well, the only way she was able to see him was from the branch of the tree she climbed on the football field, but Mikhaila put more thought on Bullworth than she did on Juri. Mikhaila was busy writing poems in her diary. Most were love poems to her crush, a few of them were comical, some were tragic, while the rest were just on nature. These combined with her entries about everyday life.''

'''Ah, another poem about home, da? Perhaps I could try to write one on America instead. Maybe tomorrow, because I'm too tired to write now.'''

''She closed her diary and yawned. She turned to her window where it was partially opened with a book underneath to keep it up. The curtains drifted as a cool breeze settled in. Mikhaila shuffled her feet in the carpet, and pushed the window up more to peer from it. She poked her head out and brought her both legs forward. She kept the book in place to save her place to get back inside. The wind rustled leaves of nearby trees and the stars speckled every space in the moonless sky. Mikhaila stared up into the darkness above. She stood barefoot in the courtyard wearing a white tank top and black shorts for pajamas. Her hair was carried along with Earth in wisps. ''

"What a beautiful night!" She said to herself in Russian.

((Alright, critique me if you want, but I know what I will probably be called out for.))