Brooklyn High school

[Happysimsdude]

Alex:

I spent the last 5 drawling minutes trying to find the Geography room, since Mr. Sweeney wanted me to tell the First Year's about the country I come from, India.
I looked at my watch, to find out I was still on time and had about 10 minutes left. I needed to get there, they were counting on me for the essay.
My name might not sound that Indian because my father was allowed to name me and he's from America. I'm pretty good at english even if I've only been here over 5 years.
I barely knew english when I first joined, so people picked on me, even more than now. I think most of them are racist.
I finally found the Geography class, grabbed the handle and turned it anti-clockwise. It didn't even budge. "Strange..." I muttered, before looking around.
Why was the door closed but the lights on? I peered through the glass, trying to look in.
All the kids were lined up, even Mr. Sweeney was there, but why wasn't the door opened? I panicked a bit, trying to pull the door wildly.
I then started to knock on the door, no answer. "Hello?!" I shouted, slamming fists on it.
The door swung open and Mr. Sweeney stared at me with freaky steel blue eyes. "I don't think I told you that this door is the only one in school that need's to be turned clock-wise." He said, embarrassed. But not as much as me.

Bunker:

I was on stage, a thousand eyes looking towards me. The beautiful piano played as I danced around in a beautiful way.
The whole audience clapped and cheered as the music surrounded the hall, filling people with peace and happiness only achieved by a wonderful artist and a fantastic actor or dancer.
As the light focused on me, I started my big spinning move and spun around without a flaw. I felt my flowing violet jacket twirl around me, the teachers voice screaming at me, the huge book suddenly falling onto my desk... huge book?!
A huge green dusty book thrashed onto my desk, I was day-dreaming. Darn my imaginative mind.
"Bunker, would you please answer my question?" Ms. Bordeaux asked in her polite voice. "Oh of course, the big finale." I said quickly, not realizing my mistake.
"Bunker, the answer was a light pencil for shading!" She replied sharply. "Bunker, you need to stop dreaming up your silly little things. You can express creativity in Art or anywhere!" She told me, smiling as she flicked a shade of light pencil underneath the picture of the dahlia's in a flower pot picture I drew.
"Thank you Ms. Bordeaux, I'm very sorry." I replied just before the bell rang.