Post by Juliette Isabella Capulet on Jun 25, 2012 19:38:21 GMT -5
Juliette looked across at the empty room. Today would be her first day teacher Literature, but class wouldn’t begin for some time. A warm tea in her hands as she continued gazing from her desk at the window outside. The student’s desks were in a circle somewhat like a Auditorium with an opening wide enough that is Juliette desired she could push her own desk into the opening which faced her. There was enough room to get between the desks but not enough for giant backpacks. Which would be placed in the back of the room. She had paintings around the room, except the back wall (which was a window to view the outside, the top of the windows cracked so that the fresh scents of outside filled the room and the singing of birds could be hear) behind Juliette was a black board where her name ‘Juliette Capulet’ was written in long elegant cursive, the date underneath. Her desk was completely clear on top except for a small stack of papers about her classes and notes on what she would be teaching that day. The complete mess being the inside of her room.
Juliette wore a simple sea green dress. Her turquoise eyes standing out and her beautiful blonde hair pinned back. It was no surprise both Neptune and Bacchus feel in love with this lively young lady. Unfortunately she couldn’t remember her tragic love story of a past, but she was slowly remembering a little bit about herself. It had been a week since she had woken up from her coma. Which gave her enough time to get use to her new surroundings and the idea that her home Verona was an ocean away, and that there were such things as computers, and that here a rare few seemed to know Latin, which was strange considering she didn’t even need to study Latin to know it…
Juliette wore a simple sea green dress. Her turquoise eyes standing out and her beautiful blonde hair pinned back. It was no surprise both Neptune and Bacchus feel in love with this lively young lady. Unfortunately she couldn’t remember her tragic love story of a past, but she was slowly remembering a little bit about herself. It had been a week since she had woken up from her coma. Which gave her enough time to get use to her new surroundings and the idea that her home Verona was an ocean away, and that there were such things as computers, and that here a rare few seemed to know Latin, which was strange considering she didn’t even need to study Latin to know it…