The Cookie Crumbles (Open)

[Maria Mason]

Maria smiled. Your welcome. My family is a love infested family. I love my family through. I'm sorry that your family don't understand. Its hard to deal with something like that. You have me as a friend through and I understand. As for clubs I belong to the multiculture club. I always loved learning about new cultural" she said. She remembered taking French class at her old school. They learned how to speak french and learned about their culture and laws and history and life there.

[Cilvi Pennington]

Cilvi smiled, "I appreciate your friendship. It's nice to say that word, friend, I haven't had one of those in a while." She swallowed hard choking back tears, "I considered dance. I've always wanted to learn, but there were always too many other things in the way. I also am thinking about yearbook, I love taking pictures. My parent's never approved of the arts. I think the spirit of rebellion this place brings about in me is somewhat refreshing, but also overwhelming." She said cheering up again.

Cilvi picked at the hem of her skirt as she grew quiet again, "what was life like for you before Hammel? I mean school and what not. You took French, but what else. What became of your friends and life?"

[Maria Mason]

Maria frowned, thinking about what to say. "My parents loved me and my sister, no doubt about it. Nothing much changed. When my dad died, my mom became....protective of me and my sister. We moved to get away from old memories. We didn't want to forget but staying there just made us all depressed. I was pretty good at school and had lots a friends. They mostly talked to me since I'm so shy. No matter what I did my mom supported me. When we found out about my power she was confused about the whole thing. She learned to just accept it through. I only started making friends here even through I was here for five years" she said, munching on a carrot.

She shook her head. "Before coming here I couldn't control my power. Anytime I was depressed or upset I would lower the room temperature. That didn't stop me from making friends through. Often times they asked me to lower the temperature" she said, smiling at the memory of her old friends. 'My friends. We don't stop talking' she reminded herself.