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Stella: -smiles thinking I'm now in 5th grade, the one all the youngins look up to, though maybe I wasn't the best choice in role models-
I sense rejection in this stage))
Drama))
Stella 11 [img] No longer shy, though isn't a goodie two shoes anymore. Causes a bit a ruckus here and there. Intelligent, artsy, and now a...
(Crushes here I come)
(Yay)
Stella: -looks my new band-aid like a trophy, thinking that I like these people much better than my younger siblings for classmates and maybe friends-
Stella: -likes the danger of getting caught, thinking maybe being bad isn't so bad-
Teacher's assistant searching*))
Stella: -watches the teacher turn away as she frantically searches for one, also worried for the child who fell-
Stella: -asks the teacher to find me a bandaid, still crying-
Stella: ok -gets up, convincingly faking a crying fit as I run to the teacher-
Stella: -whispers back at Alex- yeah...
Stella: -whispers to Jack and Alex- I'll do it...
Stella: -perks up at the sound of a plan, glancing over at Jack and Alex-
Stella: -smiles happily at my paper, feeling better now that I'm drawing-
Stella: -doodles in my notebook-
Stella: -sits in my desk, pouting a little on the inside from being ignored by the boys-
Stella: -decides to get up and walk over to the chatting group, speaking up- Hi I'm Stella. I'm new here.