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✧˖°☎️!📞 Want to join a high school rp? You're in luck! come join this one!! we have: Partys, school, beach trips, and more! add: Kalli to join!!!☎️!📞°˖✧
🪩 🎊🥂🎉
⋆ ˚。⋆🥥⋆ ˚。⋆ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴsᴇʟᴏʀ ʜᴇʀᴇ! ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ’s ғɪɴᴇsᴛ ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ᴄᴏɴᴄʜ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴜs ᴄᴏᴄᴏɴᴜᴛs ᴛᴏ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss, ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ sᴄʜᴏʟᴀʀsʜɪᴘ, ᴏʀ ғᴀɪʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀss.. ᴀᴅᴅ: … ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ!
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🎶🕺🏻🪩💃🏾✨
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⋆。°✩⁺˚⋆。°✩₊⟡✧˖°.
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Some school ones ^^! ✄┈📄 ˙✧˖°🎓- (enter grade here)- 🏫°˖✧˙ *ੈ✩‧₊˚🔭𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎⚗️꒷꒦꒷꒦ ° ༘🎧⋆🖇 ꫀꪀᧁꪶⅈડꫝ ₊˚ෆ📓 ⋆💃🏻‧˚ʚ 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱 ɞ˚‧💃🏻⋆ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚🇨🇵🥐𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱🥖🗼˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚ 🃜🃚 Math 🂭🂺
╭ ⌇ 💄ˊ ¹²³ ʚ - « ˊ R ℰɠιɳα ™ » ˋ ˋ ; ˢʰᵉ'ᵈ » ` ex !! ` « 『🎀』 . . ᴋɪss ᴋɪss . . ⌇ . 『 👝 』( search up NewPress for more! )
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚✎
🪩 💃 💋🥂
✎ᝰ.📃⋆⭒˚。⋆🎓⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧
👩‍🎓🏫 נσιη му нιgн ƒяιєη∂'ѕ нιgн ѕ¢нσσℓ ѕєяνєя! ιт'ѕ νєяу ƒυη αη∂ яєαℓιѕтι¢. ѕєαя¢н :
°🥂⋆.ೃ🪩*•‎‧₊˚✧🪩✧˚₊‧
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡✮⋆˙(your name) is getting ready for (your prn)'s date! ⌞ Type here!⌝ (your prn)'s date is here!୧⍤⃝💐ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅🍫🍪🎂˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚
senior, year, first,day, of, school🌟
hi guys its me, willow on youtube, i seriously wanna know why we're fightin on a emoji website ?? Like come on bffr. If we gon argue, come outside, but we're not gonna do is argue on a EMOJI WEBSITE. ITS FOR EMOJIS AND SHIT. YAYYY. now stop fightin www.youtube.com/@WillowCaragore ✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧༘˚⋆𐙚。⋆𖦹.✧˚🪩🫧🍸🥂🫧✧˖°.𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁*ੈ✩‧₊˚-`♡´-
🏛️𐙚⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
Here's your cute prom story (Btw you're a neko and you're a girl) You're sitting in your school desk thinking about the prom. You have a prom in three days and you still don't know who to go with. Your tail lazily wraps around the leg of the chair as you think about which guy you're going to prom with. You always go to dance lessons after school so that you know how to dance some dances that you have to know how to dance at the prom. A giggle comes from the corner of the classroom. You look back, your tail wagging in excitement and you get up to find out what's going on. One of the girls notices you and says to the others, "Ah! Look, Y/N is coming!" They all turn, they know who you are. You're one of the most popular girls in school, all the girls like you - you're a neko after all! Your best friend smiles at you, "Hi Y/N, what's up?" You look at her, your furry black tail starts to wag slower. "I-I just wanted to know w-what you're doing.."You blush and look down. Your friend notices and pats you on the head. Your other classmate answers: "We're writing a list of boys to go to prom with." You raise your head and look at her with your blue eyes. "And what good is that to you, please?" you ask. G/N looks at you and says, "We can't agree on who will go with whom." You wag your tail, flick your sweet furry black ears and tilt your head slightly to the side. Y/N smiles and pats your head. "You're so cute when you do this..!" The next day you sit sadly in the pew and stare into space. Suddenly, B/N, the only neko boy in school, comes up to you. He looks at you with his pretty brown eyes, smiles at you and wags his tail. "Hey baby." he says, stroking your long black hair. You blush and wag your little furry ear. B/N looks at you and whispers into your furry ear, "Would anyone like to go to prom with me?" You look at him as if you are hypnotized by him and nod your head. He smiles even more and kisses your forehead. "What was that for?" you ask, flicking your tail. "For being so tasty." says B/N, "And I'd like to ask you, honey, what kind of dress will you be wearing?" B/N asks. "I don't know" you say and bow your head. "It doesn't matter. White would suit you. So tomorrow at the prom, honey." he smiles and leaves. After school you run home to try on a dress. The next day you wake up and find out that today is the prom. You run to your mom to do your hair. When everything is done, you run to school. Everyone is already there. But where is B/N? That he wouldn't remember that he's going to prom with you? Everyone is already going inside the building. And he's still not here! You're standing in the middle of the garden and you're about to cry. But then someone kisses you on the cheek. You look back and B/N is behind you. He will kiss you. You're all shocked, but he hugs you. "Everything okay honey? You look beautiful." he smiles. "Y-you are si handsome..." you say. He takes your hand and walks you into the building. then you dance together into the night and have a lovely evening full of hugs and kisses.
ඞSUSSY\Bye🤫🧏🏻‍♂️Bye🗿Bye🤫🧏🏻‍♂️Bye🗿
˙✧˖°🎓 ༘⋆。 ˚
👩‍🏫🏫🚌🎒📚
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚✎ ˙✧˖°🎓 ༘⋆。 ˚🧑🏾‍🎓˙✧˖°🎓 ༘⋆。 ˚˙✧˖°🎓 ༘⋆。 ˚˙✧˖°🎓 ༘⋆。 ˚˙✧˖°🎓 ༘⋆。 ˚˙✧˖°🎓 ༘⋆。 ˚
hey guys jannah here so uh pls give me tips to study math integers its hard asf ik it might be easy for yall cuz maybe ur all NOT in the same grade as me. so if you have an idea pls put the tag: easyway2studyintegers
In the small town of Eldridge, nestled between rolling hills and endless fields of wildflowers, there was a high school where two mismatched souls danced around each other without realizing the pull of fate weaving their stories together. Orion was a boy with black, messy hair that seemed to defy gravity and brown eyes that held a deep sense of curiosity. At sixteen, he was a year older than his classmates, including the girl who occupied his thoughts more than he cared to admit — Jenny. Jenny was a vision of ethereal beauty, her long black hair flowing like a waterfall, framing her delicate face. Her bright blue eyes sparkled like the clearest summer sky, contrasting starkly with her dark hair and introverted demeanor. Just like Orion, she was a loner, often sitting quietly in the cafeteria with a sketchbook open on the table, drawing scenes from her imagination. She blended into the background, a hidden gem in a world that sped past her. Orion typically sat alone, his head buried in books about astronomy or fantasy worlds, often glancing towards Jenny's table. He admired her from afar, mesmerized by the way she transferred her dreams onto paper with effortless grace. They had exchanged brief smiles and nods in the hallways, but circumstances had never aligned for them to truly connect. On a rainy Tuesday afternoon, fate intervened. The school announced an unexpected half-day due to a sudden storm, releasing the students just as the skies opened up. As the rain poured down in heavy sheets, Orion sighed, hoping he would make it home without getting drenched. However, as he stepped outside, he noticed Jenny standing under the eaves of the school building, clutching her sketchbook protectively against her chest. "Hey, Jenny!" Orion called out, contemplating whether to brave the raindrops or wait it out. She looked up, surprised that he was speaking to her. "Hi, Orion." she replied, her voice barely above the sound of the rain. There was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, which quickly melted into a soft smile. "What are you going to do? Wait here? You’ll get soaked." He gestured to the rainclouds hanging ominously overhead. Jenny shrugged, her shoulders drooping slightly. "I guess I’ll just wait until it lightens up a bit. It’s not like I have anywhere to be." A thought flickered in Orion's mind. "Do you want to share an umbrella? I mean, if that’s okay with you." Jenny nodded appreciatively, a shy smile spreading across her lips. Orion offered her his umbrella, and they walked together, side by side, as they navigated through the rain. Their laughter echoed off the pavement as they splashed through puddles, the tension of solitude dissipating with every step they took. Once they reached a small café that was hidden away on a side street, they decided to take shelter from the rain. Inside, they found refuge and ordered hot chocolate, their spirits lifted by the warmth of their surroundings. They began to talk, laughter spilling out between them like music. Orion shared stories about the constellations, and Jenny opened up about her drawings - her passion igniting her eyes with a fervor that captivated him. Hours seemed to melt away as the rain continued to pour outside. With each passing moment, Orion felt a connection forming, a thread connecting their hearts. He admired everything about Jenny: her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about her art, and the kindness that radiated from her gentle spirit. He felt a warmth spreading through him, a spark igniting in the depths of his lonely soul. As the rain finally began to dwindle, they made their way outside, now more comfortable with each other than they had ever been. The storm had left a fresh scent in the air, invigorating and electric. Orion stole a glance at Jenny and felt a surge of courage — could he really risk everything? “Jenny, can I ask you something?” His voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to catch her attention. “Sure, what is it?” He hesitated for a moment, heart pounding in his chest. “Would you… would you like to, I don’t know, maybe hang out again? Like… together, just the two of us?” Jenny’s cheeks flushed a soft pink as she took a step closer, her blue eyes locking onto his. “I’d like that a lot, Orion.” Encouraged, his next words tumbled out, “I really like you, Jenny.” Silence hung in the air between them, charged and electric. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them under the fading gray sky. Jenny’s lips curled into a smile, and without thinking, she reached for his hand. Orion couldn’t believe his lucky stars as their fingers entwined, feelings radiating between them. In that moment, nothing else mattered. As if drawn together by an unseen force, they leaned in slowly. Their lips met softly, tentative at first, but then with growing intensity, the kiss igniting a warmth that spread through both of them like wildfire. Time stood still as they shared the world’s simplest yet most profound connection. They pulled away, both breathless, a shared smile illuminating their faces. The rain may have passed, but what blossomed between them felt like the beginning of a new adventure — together, at last. Hand in hand, they turned toward the path ahead, ready to explore the possibilities of what lay before them.
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🐍⚕️𓆚🪄✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧🍏🧹📚📜🕯️🕸☠.𖥔 ݁ ˖⚯͛✩°。⋆⸜ 🎧✮🔥🦅🖤🧪 ▕⃝⃤
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school📕girls👭high🏫
🏫 aesthetic, cute
(¬_¬") no.. (—o— ᵕ) hey sis, can u help me find a dress for prom?.. (˙ ​-˙​) i cant sorry.. Ask [crush] (—o— ᵕ) bestie, pls help me!! ( 💭 (˶˃⤙˂˶) i cant do that!! but i have no other choice..) sure! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა can u help me find a dress... ( 💭 (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑) he said yes?!!?!?!?!?) ( 💭 (≧ᗜ≦) im going to have a heart attack!!) ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! (—o— ᵕ) is this good? 👗🥼🧢 💕 (≧⤙≦) .. well (•́ -•̀๑'') if you dont like it, just say it (* °ヮ° *) no i love it!! (shes so pretty..) (-/////-) really? ( ^ ֊ ^„)♡ ..yes ( > 〰 < )♡ t-thanks!! the end!! give creds if use <3 search @astrocat! for more!!
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