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[tahnee marie isaacs]

Tahnee had been here about a week now and talked to a couple different people on chat, but she really hadn't been out an about too much except being in the gym the other day keeping up her figure. Sure, it was cold in Maine, and she was stepping outside in shorts, but she really liked just being out of her comfort zone a little bit. She sligithly shivered as she walked into the garden, because she heard it was really nice to look at. She had planned to go to town and that was kind of why she had kind of dressed up, but she didn't want to really do it by herself.

She looked around and picked one of the chilling flowers and brought it to her nose with a smile. It was very lovely in here. She glanced around and couldn't help but smirk. It would be a very intrueging place t sneak off to and make someone warm in this cold weather. Sure, that wasnt a normal thought, but Tahnee's mind was constantly thinking about different ways to fullfill her sexual needs. So far not being out and about she hadn't really met anyone that would help her, but she could change that. She was a tumbler on the cheerleading team an she was sure even though Hawthrone was a school for troubled kids that they wouldn't mind looking at a cheerleader.

Though the uniforms would have to look super hot. Well, a cheerleader could make a lot of things look hot and well that was just the truth. She sat down on a bench and took out her phone looking throug some pictures from back home. She felt like maybe it would be a good time to just kind of reflect on everyting, because she had yet to do that. She laughed as she saw some with her and some frieds from a party. "I don't remember this night at all." she said talking to herself.

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[allison]

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm

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Alicia had just been hired to teach Art. Which was one of her favorite things, the way the paintbrush felt under her fingertips and the sound the brush makes as it swipes on the paper. Just the thought of this made her mouth turn up to a smile as she sat in her classroom thinking. She hadn't had a good day, both her daughters were having mixed reactions to her being here. Florencia was one happy girl, but Ashley was not so much.

Though maybe she would of taken it better if she didn't just throw herself in the chat. Though she didn't expect either of her daughters to be there. It just didn't seem likely at the moment she signed on. She smirked at the conversation, it was a funny thing. Ally was pretty good at laughing at what people say about her, so the girl Hope's comment just made her laugh. She had to deal with teenagers for a living now, she had to get used to some of the things they would do. Plus she was a little more on the loose side, she would let the kids get away with things as long as it wasn't harming them. Like Pot and some Alcohol here and there was all good, but if she caught them doing other things, she'd probably tell.

But then again, no one did anything bad so she let her mind drift back to art and then she stood from her desk and grabbed supplies. She was going to paint, but what she had no clue. She already looked around the whole school once and knew that there was a garden and that seemed like a good place to paint so she hurried down there, waving at kids who practically ignored her. No one liked staff members or teachers, no matter how non-threatening and fun the are. Though she understood the whole teacher thing, she was in their shoes once before, so she just shrugged it off and made it to the garden.

She saw the girl who was on the chat, the one who told the Hope girl to stop doing what she was doing. She thought it was sweet though she wasn't sure why. Then again, it might of been the whole fact that moments before she was calling her Florencia cute, but yeah she thought that was adorable. So she walked over, trying to remember the girls name. "Hello Tahnee," she said, finally placing it in her mind and sitting next to her. "I hope you don't mind, it's a good view for painting," she said setting down her paints and propping up the easel before just smiling. "You know my daughter. Flo." It was more a statement then anything else.

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And I can't bear to see
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[tahnee marie isaacs]

Tahnee thought this garden was really nice like the onces she saw for like rehab places a peaceful place to just get lost in your own head with a beautiful picture in front of you to calm and soothe your mood ifyou really needed. Well, that was what she thought the whole purpose of those gardens were for but she could be wrong. It definitely served that purpose for her today. She had a lot to kind of think of all on her own. About this whole place and why her parents had actually sent her here.

So far she found that the definition of a lot of the teens honesty here was immature and rather annoying. She had the understanding that yes they were still young and fun was fun, but she didn’t understand how they could blandly just threw out half the stupid crap they said. Sure, taking part in it once in awhile was alright, because everyone had that feeling inside of them, but everytime Tahnee logged into chat someone would go off on her or someone would say something that seemed like it should have been discovered back in middle school. Maybe, she grew up to fast, but she knew when was when for gestures as so. The other day that Hope girl telling the teacher she looked like a man well that was just unacceptable. Sure, Hope was pretty, but that was rude.

Tahnee, wasn’t one to do well with authority figures either, but she kind of just steered clear of them in situations, because that was just how she was. It was a lot better than being rude to their face and it was kind of better not to be because after all they were the ones grading you. Plus, here the stakes were high for getting into trouble. She just didn’t get why anyone would say anything like that. It was irking her, but she had to let it go, because everyone was their own person and once you accepted that you were better off in life.

Of course, she had asked her to stop, because that was a notable thing to do. A lot of it might have had to do with Flo saying it was her mother. Now, she wasn’t in hiding about saying that Flo was cute, because she was and she just wanted to make that known to Flo, but at the same time she was being nice because if that was her mother and well she was in chat. That would hurt her feelings, because even if the two weren’t close they were blood. Suddenly she got her thought interrupted by the very person she was kind of thinking about. She was beautiful and she didn’t look like a man. ”Hello” she said in a respectable tone, but not mentioning a name because she really didn’t know what she wanted to be called. She thought it would be rude to say any name at all without knowing first. She smiled at Flo’s name and nodded a little bit. ”Yes, I met her like almost a week ago.” she said recollecting.

She looked at her and smiled and then at the garden. ”Pretty picture.” she said figuring she was going to paint it and she was trying to be nice and think of something more to say so that it didn’t seem like she wasn’t wanted there, because in fact she didn’t mind at all. It might be cool to get to know Flo’s mother.

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[allison]

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm

credit to chocolate eclairs of caution 2.0

Alicia had to take in the girl next to her for a second; Tahnee was definitely an original name. Heck, she was pretty in a way that would make the Mona Lisa look like trailer trash. She couldn’t help smirk at her own inner thought, before slowly blinking when she realized she had been staring. The only reason though was cause she was imagining her hands forming the high cheek bones and coloring in her slight pink undertone and nice green eyes. She was so busy thinking about it, she didn’t even notice when she was tracing her clean paintbrush across her paper, in the same way she was thinking about. She shook her head before smiling, “Sorry for staring. You are just very pretty.”

She hoped the girl didn’t take it the wrong way, Alicia was an artist before she was a teacher, and artist always complemented people. She hardly found the perfect person to paint, either they were too pretty or just too plain to make good art. But Tahnee was perfect, much like her Florencia. She could never paint Ashley, she was one of those way pretty people. The ones who got what they wanted with a slight smile and a tilt to her head. She didn’t make good paintings; sculptures though of Ash would have been perfect.

Alicia had to finally open her paint and putting some on a palette, before running her brush one more time on her paper. She sighed, the garden didn’t hold the same beauty her mind was imagining. So when Tahnee mentioned what she was obviously going to paint, she realized it wasn’t art. “Yeah that is the problem,” she said softly. It would be the perfect picture, but it wouldn’t be right. She sighed and placed the paints on the floor and grabbed the sketchbook and her pencils out of her bag. The need to paint had disappeared, and she looked one last time at Tahnee, memorizing all the contours on her face before letting her pencil flow across the paper effortlessly. She only had to look up once or twice to check and make sure. Though when she was done, the picture was perfect. She signed her name and ripped it slowly out of her book and sat it between them, letting her decide what she wanted to do with it.

“I think this is better then any painting of the garden,” she said with a smile. She slowly came to realization she never gave Tahnee what to call her and she felt a soft blush rise to her cheeks before running a hand through her hair. “I just realized. You can call me Alicia if you like or Ms. Smith. Whichever you are more comfortable with.” She didn’t like the whole last name basis, but most kids didn’t do with first names either. So she decided to give them choices.

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And I can't bear to see
What I've let me be[/center][/color]

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[tahnee marie isaacs]

The garden got silent for a moment and there was a small breeze. She tucked her hair lightly behind her ear looking off into the distance. It wasn't to be rude it was looking at the picture she was going to paint. Tahnee wasn't an artist, but then to her defense she hadn't ever really tried. Photography was more her form of art, because something about catching a moment...well that was the same for artists painting drawing and so on. The girl turned back to notice Alicia looking at her. She couldn't help but smile to be respectful and blush a little bit because she wasn't sure what was really going on and she didn't know her looks, so she didn't understand really. Then she looked at the easle and kind of smiled. There were small faint strokes it didn't look like the garden, but maybe she was inspired by something else. Then the compliment escaped the artists lips and her bright white smile extended across her face. "Thank you ma'am." she said respectable.

Tahnee, had received more compliments here then she had back home which was cute, becuse no one really knew her here beyond the sense that she had a sexual addiction. She wondered if the lady sitting next ot her knew that information. Probably considering she was a teacher. Then it was a bit uncozy, because she thought about how she called her daughter pretty and she wondered what she thought about that. Sure at a glance Flo was the kind of girl that she wouldn't mind having more then one sexual encounter with, but flirtation seemed to be more her style. She could live with that. Sure, she was an addict, but in the same sense that she wasn't giving into her addiction attracted Tahnee to Florencia. Snapping out of it she realized she was just smiling. "I think you are really pretty too miss truthfully." she said in a respectable tone, because well she meant it with the best of intentions. Though her thoughts had been previously directed towards her daughter but it was evident where she got her good looks.

Blinking at the light she remembered that somewhere in her bag she had her sunglasses in a case. The sun was like an array of light down on this very garden. It was what made it prettier. She'd be interested to see her painting when she had finished it, because everyone had their own way to define art and create it and being that she was the art teacher she was kind of excited to figure out what she was really about. Maybe she could really learn a thing or two from her. Then she said that the picture being perfect would be the problem. "How do you mean?" she asked curious. Didn't all artists want to comform on trying to make the perfect picture there own peice of work. Maybe the way Tahnee was defining art was wrong though and that is why she asked her that question, because it was always better to ask then make assumptions. She noticed that the paint had gone away and maybe that is what she meant. She meant that it was too perfect to paint but perhaps a drawing would catch more of its essence? She was unsure. Finally, she pulled out her glasses took them out of the case and slid them on her face. It wasn't extremely bright out, but just enough for Tahnee to want her glasses on.

Her smile had yet to fade with Alicia being there. She was really a sweet sweet woman. She pushed her glasses up to the top of her head and lightly picked up the picture. "You're sneaky." she said biting her lip. Studying her face on the peice of paper she then looked up to the woman. "Thank you you're really talented." she said knowing you had to be to be an art teacher they didn't hire just anyone, but well other then those words she was kind of speechless no one had sketched her before it was really flattering. For a moment she thought about what she should in fact call her. A first name basis was kind of weird for her, but it wouldn't be that hard, because she had permission. Otherwise it was disrespectful. "Alicia" she said finally finishingher comment/compliment deciding there would be no harm done calling her that. "Can I ask what mad you decide to draw me?" she said asking a question in a question which wasn't proper, but a question that was lingering in curiousity to Tahnee.

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