Erased Out on Hiatus Until Further Notice.

I really wish I didn't have to say those words. But this week is dedicated to finishing all Shakespeare homework. I am to finish it all by Friday. I'm already having a group of friends keep me off dA, and I actually took 4 personal notebooks used for stories out of my backpack for less distractions. My coloured pencils, glue, scrap-notebook, and anything fun has also been removed. Even my iPod will have wifi turned off, to delete fb notifications.

I don't know when Erased Out will return to Mondays. Most likely, after I get into the flow and had good habits back in place for over a month. I will have Ishy work on the parts I have written out, then edit them in Anime Club instead of watching the show.

This whole announcement is basically shutting me down. No blogging, no personal writing, no photography, no Hulu, no dA, no hanging out with friends other than club, and no iPod except for music. I'm even banning myself from my last few bits of chocolate from Austria.

This is going to be really hard for me. I'm hoping for lots of help keeping me on track. Any praises will be highly thought of during the week.

I hope you follow me through the hiatus and continue your support. Thank you all.

Update On E.O.!

Hey guys, sorry I have gotten 5 weeks behind on typing out the story. I do have an excuse though.

First off, writing this story is really hard. The setting is alien to me, the way they would act, and having to hand write each part is really hard as well.
I'm also in a writer's hole right now. That's like Writer's Block, but harder to get out of. I have been writing, but it's only terribly written fanfics about my dream life. It sucks.....a lot....
And lastly, I've gotten distracted by dA. I have some friends on there that I have fun following and they write really well too. I've just been dying everywhere lately.

So, that's my really bad excuse. I'm really sorry!! I might get Ishy to type out the next parts again, but I left at a huge cliffhanger, and I really like my cliffhanger. So, I will get them up, it's just really, really late. Senior Projects are evil.

Erased Out Part 15

She didn't fight this time as Celia took back the load of books and opened the door to the club.

Alienia looked around the club room, amazed. It was larger than a normal classroom, yet with more furniture. Two large couches sat on the walls adjacent to the wall with the large windows. Two equally large tables ran down the center of the room, perpendicular to the windows. About four students sat at these table, half hunches over whatever they were working on. Genelle wasn't among the,.

Celia walked slowly up to one of the students and asked a question in such a quiet voice that Alienia, a few steps away, couldn't hear her at all. The student looked up and motioned to one of the doors behind her. Celia turned back to Alienia, nodded, and led her to the adjacent room.

"Miss Genelle? Miss Alienia is here with me."

"Oh, don't be so formal you two!" Genelle was seated at a table with another girl, organizing beads into little containers. "No needing to announce yourselves. Miss Celia, you can set your stuff in the shelves. We were able tog get new hardwood ones from the President's vacation home from the Black Forest in Germany."

Celia went to the ornate shelves built in the corner of the room and set her pile of book and her bag on one of the shelves.

"Miss Alienia, you can do the same, there is more than enough space on the shelves, and the rest of the shelves haven't even arrived yet. There was a shipping error on the European side so we'll only be getting them by the end of the month. We can finally throw the shabby old shelves out."

"Miss Genelle, the other shelves are only seven months old. You can hardly call them shabby," Celia retorted as Alienia set her stuff on the same shelf as Celia did, yet kept her notebook and pen out in her hand.

"Change is good. Besides, why would we refuse the generosity of the President's family? She is a Senior anyway. Next year, we won't have her. So, Miss Alienia, have you looked through the club list yet?"

-Not thoroughly. I glanced at it.-

A student came in through the door at that time, carrying a tray with crystal glassed filled with water. She sat it down on the table and walked out again without another word. Alienia went to her bag and got the club list out. Genelle moved to be next to the list on the table and on Alienia's other side.

"So, what do you like to do Miss Alienia?"

-Writing, reading.- Alienia wrote as she shrugged.

"I-I think she means, what do you normally do after school," Celia whispered.

-I play the violin for my sister, in hopes she might wake up out of her coma. I read her favourite stories even though she can't hear me, since I can't speak.-

"We don't have any music club just for strings. We have Orchestra, Jazz, and Classical. There's also a Music Theory, which is more of an extra class. What about the reading? What are her stories?" Genelle asked, blissfully unaware of the state Alienia's sister was in. Celia though, paled and unseen by Genelle, placed a comforting hand on Alienia's arm for a moment.

-She liked researching the unexplainable. Paranormal events, and things like that. I didn't like them as much.-

Genelle froze before giving Alienia a shaky smile, one that scared the latter. "I wouldn't talk about that. It's taboo, alright?"

Alienia shivered, but nodded as bravely as she could. -She and I both like mythical creatures, and Ancient Mythology.-

The atmosphere returned to normal as suddenly as it had changed. "Oh that's good. So you like fantasy type of literature? The Literature Club is for all literature, but I don't know about Mythology."

Genelle and Alienia both accidentally reached for the same glass, knocking it and it's contents over the list of clubs. All the girls sitting at the table jumped up and away from the table.

Alienia bowed several times and kept signing 'I'm Sorry' as Genelle kept saying 'It's Alright'.

-So sorry, I didn't mean to!-

"It's fine, Miss Alienia! I reached for the wrong glass. Nothing is broken, no harm done, and I think you can still read the list. Miss Celia, can you get some towels?"

At the same time that Celia ran out to get towels, another student came in. "Miss Genelle Roberts? The Student Council is calling for you."


A/N: 
Made it!! Hands still bloody cold though. 
The next part I will have to test to see if it is actually plausible  So you get another picture relating to the story! So, my printer better be liking me again. I'm going to start working on it tonight.
So what do you think? The plot is slowly getting underway (And would be getting underway faster if my hands weren't so damn cold!)
I hope to get critques on it, and I'm also posting the parts on dA. But if you're reading it on here, you're getting the Author's Notes on here. No A/N's on dA.
Ciao for now and hope you enjoy~! 

Erased Out Part 14

With her bag and supply case in one hand, and her smaller notebook in the other, she went over to Celia and followed her out the door. 

"The Club Room we have is in the other building identical to this one. It's where some clubs are found. Our club has about four rooms to use, which is close to average. One for the actual meeting room for club members, two for supplies and our finished products, and our last one is for doing homework before hand. Or when someone gets tired. There are couches and soft chairs we have that are completely new and some appliances for food."

-Almost like a smaller apartment.-

"Strange way of putting it, but yes, I guess."

The two of them walked out of the building like at lunch, but walked straight across instead of turning to the pathway. They entered the building and Alienia heard Celia groan a little bit. When she looked over, Celia smiled apoligetically.

"I remember we have to climb all the stairs again. I get out of breath often."

-Let me carry some of your stuff then. I don't have that much.-

"Oh no, I can't impose on you."

Alienia almost shoved her notebook in Celia's face. -Give me only some of your books then. Please hand them over.- Celia reluctantly handed over a handful of books that were in her hands and Alienia balanced them on her notebook.

"Are you okay? You have your paint set as well."

Alienia motioned with her elbow to Celia's other hand, which was also carrying a case for paintbrushes and had a look on her face that said: -You have paints too. I'm helping and that's final.-

The girls started climbing the stairs. At the first landing, Celia grabbed the railing and started breathing heavily. Alienia stood close and transferred all the things she was carrying to one hand to use the other as an extra support for Celia.

Celia stood up straight and looked up at the top of the stairs. She stiffened so suddenly that Alienia looked at her in concern before following her eyes to the top of the stairs. At the top stood a girl with long dark hair that reached her waist. It was nearly the same shade as Alienia's pitch black hair. Dark bangs covered half her face, but a pair of headphones held the other bangs back. From the side that wasn't covered by bangs, Alienia saw her eyes. They were a deep, dark green, not unlike Kyoya's at all. The girl stood slightly off-balance, putting most of her right side weight on a crutch.

"Haruna." Celia's whisper must have reached the girl since her eyes widened before she turned and limped back out of sight.

Both stood silent for a moment until Celia shook her head clear. "Sorry. I used to know her. Not aloud to talk about it."

Alienia wanted to ask a question, but with books piled on her notebook, she couldn't write it out, and the look in Celia's light grey, almost colourless eyes, made her think twice about asking. Using her free hand, she placed it on Celia's shoulder and tried to send comfort to the smaller girl. She looked over and tried to brighten.

"We still have the rest of the stairs to go. I think I can make it now. I'm sorry. I get sick so often that even stairs are exercise."

Alienia took the first step and held the free hand out to Celia, who took it and used it to carry half her weight up the steps. At the top, Celia didn't seem as breathless as before, but still had to take a small break before turning left down the hall. Alienia followed the slow gate until she saw a sign hanging from the wall reading 'Beading and Jewelry Club - 207'.

"Here we are, Miss Genelle's and my own's club," Celia whispered again. "Let me take my books back."

She didn't fight this time as Celia took back the load of books and opened the door to the club.



A/N: 
Nyeeeeh~! 
Yes, I know it's about 6 days late, but I had the Shakespeare project due on Tuesday, Ecology work, and I still don't have any journals for Shakespeare in. Yeah, I'm screwed. 
So, this part is mostly slow except for the fact that you meet Haruna! I won't reveal her last name yet, since it gets really important later on. 
I have had a writer's block lately, but I did get past the slow scene while in my German Tutor class. Praise the Writing Gods! And the parts are all getting longer since I started writing much smaller and college ruled paper with no margins. Be grateful. My hand keeps freezing because of my low blood pressure.
So, really, I've busy with dA, Pewdiepie, and everything else. 
Ciao for now, the next part will be up today as well.

Erased Out Part 13

"That's pretty. Nothing too fancy, but still you. I like it. Now, how do you do this division?"

**Time Skipping Since I Hate Synthetic Division**

The rest of the period was spent explaining Mathematics to Celia. The bell rang and Celia stood up with a small smile on her face.

"Thank you so much. You're a good person Miss Alienia. If you ever need my help for anything, I'm always in the Beading And Jewelry Club after school, alright?"

Alienia nodded and Celia went back to her desk. Both Tristan and his look-alike, Alistair, walked out of the class with the other students that didn't have Homeroom in this room. Moments later, Kyoya entered and took his seat next to her. As usual, he didn't speak much, but went straight to the book he was reading earlier.

Ms.Williamson had some extra announcements just like in the morning, then let the class go.

"Miss Alienia." Kaye and Genelle were back at her table again. "How was your day?"

-Good. Miss Celia helped out a lot.-

"I'm so glad Miss Celia is coming out of her shell. You're too shy for your own good." Genelle glanced over at Celia standing behind her. "Oh, so have you chosen a club yet?"

-No, I haven't yet.-

"I think the deadline for picking a club was the end of October," Kaye explained. "But because today was your first day, the deadline is next Friday."

"Do you maybe want to check out our club? I'm the Vice President of the Beading And Jewelry Club, and we could always use more members. It's a lot of fun too! The Student Council also gave us permission to sell some of the stuff we make, but only at some festivals."

-I guess I could stop by.-

Genelle brightened suddenly and gave a little squeak of happiness. "Thank you so much! I love it when people stop by!" She leaned over and hugged Alienia.

She must have looked surprised because Kaye shook his head slightly  "I should have warned you before. Miss Genelle loves giving people hugs. This is normal for her. If it's uncomfortable, just say so, she'll stop."

Alienia struggled to write in her notebook with Genelle hugging her. -It's fine, just unexpected. How do you make her let go, it's only slightly awkward.-

"Miss Genelle. We have a minute before the bell rings and you have to go to Club."

Genelle let go and blushed. "So sorry. Miss Celia doesn't let me hug her, and I was so happy when you said you would come to our Club."

-Apology accepted, please warn me next time though.-

"I should head over there first. Miss Celia? Can you take Miss Alienia to the room later when you're ready?" Genelle asked Celia behind her, who nodded.

The bell rang for the end of the school day and Kaye went off to his Student Council as Genelle rushed to her table to grab her bag, then rushed out of the class. Celia went to her table, but waited at the door for Alienia. She packed her bag, but paused a moment to write a, -Goodbye, see you tomorrow.- to Kyoya still engrossed in his book. With her bag and supply case in one hand, and her smaller notebook in the other, she went over to Celia and followed her out the door.



A/N:
Note to self, don't try eating dinner at the same time as talking to people and trying to type this out. Multitasking overload!!
Sorry this is a little late, yesterday was spent working on Shakespeare homework, but thankfully, we have gotten an extension....*dies from sheer pressure on me from the group*. And with all the arguments that are bound to happen with Sam in the group...I'm not ready for the coming week.
Anyway, the part after this is the last one I have written out so far. My black pen just died in German 4, so I'll be switching to super fine point blue pen.
This part is the beginning of the climax. The next few parts will be very important (once I get past Writer's Block and this Chronic headache that has been plaguing me so!).
Second Note to self: Never listen to the Caremelldansen song while eating/doing anything else. Chaos might ensue. I have it stuck in my head.
Anyways, thanks for sticking with me and my irregular deadlines. Deadline: Because you are dead after making them. 

Erased Out Part 12

"About that...I apologize for Mister Tristan's behavior. I don't know why he would do that. It's unlike him to say something like that."

-It's alright. I guess there are bullies even here. It's just like a normal public school.-

"I still apologize." Kyoya bowed his head slightly to her.

-No need to bow your head. I already said it is alright.- Alienia looked flustered and even had her cheeks turn pink slightly. Kyoya raised his head and Alienia swore she saw a hint of a smile, but when  she checked again, it was the same blank expression.

The bell rang once again and Cartwright appeared next to Alienia's table.

"So Ms. Alienia, if you're done with your piece, can you put your artist mark on it? If you don't have a mark, just hand it to me now or you can think about it and turn it in at the end of the day. Keep your supplies with you and bring them everyday you have this class, okay?"

A nod sent Cartwright off to the next table as Alienia closed her sketchbook with her drawing still inside. Checking on her schedule that had been left out of her bag, Study Hall back in Ms. Williamson's room was her last class before Homeroom again. She packed her bag, not with her supply box tapping gently against it with each step, and made her way back to the room she spent most of her time in.

The class had half the same people as in her Homeroom class, but the other half she didn't know. Making her way to her normal seat, she found a familiar face in the table in front of her, which made her freeze near the front of the room.

"Oh look, Scholarship student has returned." The student was none other than Tristan Carlough with a smug look on his face. Sitting next to him was an almost identical twin to Tristan, yet a softer expression and a darker colour of hair. "See Alistair, doesn't she look like the late husband of the Dean? I told you."

As if that sentence broke the spell on Alienia, she was able to brush past Tristan and take her seat behind him. Luckily for her, Kaye had taken the seat across from the aisle from Tristan, instantly making the latter one shut up and bend over his work.

Kaye looked back at Alienia with a smile and sent a wink in her direction before bending over his own work. Alienia had sent a grateful smile back before digging her personal notebook out of her bag. She started writing on a new page as Ms. Williamson came back into the room, but the teacher didn't stop the class from their work or call for attention.

Alienia continued with her writing, but she kept doodling in the margins with ideas for an artist's mark. She had never done anything but sign her name in her fancy cursive writing, so her mind drew a blank when it came to a good mark. As her story kept writing itself on the page, the ideas for marks were crossed out and redrawn, and advanced down the page with the writings.

"Miss Alienia?"

She looked up and once again, Celia was standing next to her desk.

"Seems we have all classes together on these days. Are you any good with Mathematics?"

Alienia lifted her hand and made the sign for 'so-so'.

"Can you help me a little? I'm behind a little since I get sick often. Are you good enough at Synthetic Division to explain it a bit?"

-Sure.-

Celia took the empty widow seat next to Alienia and glanced down at the open notebook. "What are you doing, if you don't mind me asking?"

-Trying to figure out my artist's mark. I can't think of a good one.-

"I can help with that. I have my own mark. Want to see?" When Alienia nodded, Celia took her pen and turned to a blank page in Alienia's notebook and sketched her mark. "It doesn't mean much. Just a doodle I would do when I was sick. That's what your's should be. Something that is memorable, but uniquely you."

Alienia thought for a moment and then sketched one that was already in the margins of her story and labeled it for Celia.

"That's pretty. Nothing too fancy, but still you. I like it. Now, how do you do this division?"

A/N: And here you see both their Artist's Marks! I stole the concept for Celia's from the same person who inspired Ms. Cartwright, but with some changes. I also used a bit of inspiration from Howl's Moving Castle. 
Alienia's is my own mark actually! It took me about 2 days to figure something out that I like. This is my own notebook I use to hold the pages for E.O. and about 10 other stories. That is also my own handwriting by Alienia's mark. I didn't write neatly at the time since I didn't think I would use it for the story. Aren't you glad that I actually had a picture that looks like something that came directly from the story?
So this part: You learn that Celia does get sick often, you and Kyoya made up, and you have that terrible Tristan in your Study Hall class that you have every day. But, who is that guy who is sitting next to him? And is Kaye starting to like you? Ooooh! So many developments!
I just want to keep writing, but I feel my foot is starting to cramp up. Ow! Why?! Every morning for the past two days, I stretch around 5-6 and my whole leg seizes up and it's so painful! I would love to start cursing, but it's 5am. I don't want to wake everybody up.
So that's it for now. I'll stop rambling and post this to dA. I've been posting every 2 parts (without the Author's notes) to my profile, and even though more people read it on there, I want to post a link to here since you have the Author's Notes and I like writing them.

Erased Out Part 11

-I'm not that good at drawing people though. You can start since I need to see how the supplies work.-

Her Partner shrugged and turned to his sketchbook to a new page. Alienia was already back in her own world as she ran her hands back along the pencils and paintbrushes. Reaching back over into her school bag, she pulled out her own newest sketchbook. Turning to a page in the book, her hands found the soft paper and slowly, she knew exactly what she could draw for a practice run for her supplies. She grabbed the already sharpened pencil from the case and lightly started outlining her idea onto the page.

A good half hour had passed and Alienia became aware of an ache in her neck starting to form. Her picture already had the start of a basic pathway in between a forest of autumn trees. She stretched her neck a bit and glanced out across the classroom from her vantage point. Half of the class was sitting still or talking carefully with other students that were sitting. The rest of the class had either sketchbooks or canvases in front of them and were either painting, talking with another person also working, or telling their subject to stop moving. Kyoya was still in the same spot, but leaning back in his chair in a more comfortable position with one leg crossed over the other, the book raised up in front of him at such an angle that Alienia couldn't see what he was drawing.

She leaned back over her desk and went back to the one blank spot on her paper. Next to the path, a wooden bench was starting to take form. Since all the basic parts of the scene were coming together, Alienia started working on the details and shading of the trees and of the cobblestone path.

"That looks familiar." Ms. Cartwright had come up next to the table and was looking over the sketch. "Is that here on campus?"

Alienia nodded and pointed out the window to the place where she and Celia had had lunch.

Oh, I see now. In the orchard with the Cherry Trees. I think the trees look as good in autumn as they do when the blossoms fall. Are you going to paint it when you finish?"

-No. I think that just the graphite shading would be good enough. I still need to work on the portrait.-

"I was going to excuse you from that with this piece as substitute. Just shading would suffice though. It's a very pretty scene."

Alienia lifted her hand to her mouth and signed a 'thank you' to Ms. Cartwright as she went on to the next desk. The rest of the class went by the same as the first half  of class: uneventful. Five minutes before the end of class, she had finished her quick sketch. Needing a second opinion, she tapped the desk in front of Kyoya.

He glanced up at her as she held up her notebook with the question: -What do you think about it?- and motioned to the sketch on the desk.

It's nice for a one class sketch. So that's the bench outside, right?" A nod. "About that...I apologize for Mister Tristan's behavior. I don't know why he would do that. It's unlike him to say something like that."


A/N:
Thank the Gods above, I finished this part. *dies on desk from the sheer willpower it took to finish this*
There was a stupid fly that kept flying about and it is annoying the hell out of me! But I was able to annoy it and finish typing the pages.
Alright, notes about this scene: I was thinking about ending it when Kyoya says the line "About that, I apologize for Mister Tristan's behavior." It would have made a great cliffhanger, but I decided I'm writing another part after this since I took like thirty minutes to type this and I have nothing else to do....Except Shakespeare journals....I'll do those later. I hate analyzing.
Why can't I have a schedule like Alienia's? I would like to only have a few classes a day with a study hall and  an hour long homeroom every day. It would be epic.
Alright, spell-check and re-read and see ya later!

Erased Out Part 10

"Oh well, I'm sure you'll do alright. Ah, Kyoya. Didn't think you were coming today."

Kyoya stood nearly a whole foot taller than the teacher, yet it didn't seem to faze Ms. Cartwright at all.

"Why not?" This was the first time Alienia heard Kyoya directly speak to a teacher.

"Since Haruna hasn't been to any of her classes today, I thought she would be home sick."

Kyoya's eye's darkened slightly. "She's been in club." He went to the back row and set his books down without another to the teacher or Alienia.

"I think I pushed a button there. So, let's get you your supplies for the year. Some paints are shared by all, but brushes go mostly to the one person who bought them. Does your scholarship pay for them?" Alienia responded with a nod. "Good. I have a new set here with your name on them. We mostly paint and do sketches from literature, but we start the year with practice." Ms. Cartwright handed Alienia a small wooden box, barely the size of a normal notebook. "Here are your brushes, pencils, charcoal, and eraser; Just to start off. They are high quality, so keep them in the case when you don't use them. After the year, you can keep them or donate them back for next year. No-one ever uses the donated ones though."

The bell rang and Ms. Cartwright hurried back to the front of the class as Alienia followed to her seat. Once at the desk, she opened the box she got from the teacher. Inside, Alienia was amazed at the quality of the supplies. Eight paint brushes of varying sizes were on one side of the case. The other side had three unsharpened pencils and one sharpened to the point that it was almost a weapon. Underneath the pencils were the pieces of charcoal covered by a clear film to keep the dust from smudging everything else in the case. The last space held a bright, white eraser, perfectly cut without a speck of dirt. Alienia stared at the set in her hands. In all her life had she never used or even carried supplies this nice. The box itself was probably worth more than all her old supplies combined. Dark wood that was perfectly smooth and cool, about two inches tall when closed. Two silver clasps held the box shut when she needed to carry it by the leather handle that was set in the direct center between the clasps.

"Ms. Alienia?"

She had to break out of her reverie as Ms. Cartwright was standing next to her. "The only person that doesn't have a partner is Kyoya Sebastian. Appologies in advanced. He isn't the best communicater."

Kyoya carried his stuff and placed it at the window seat next to Alienia. A silent moment passed between the two until he cleared his throat.

"Do you want to draw first or do you want me to?"

-I'm not that good at drawing people though. You can start since I need to see how the supplies work.-


A/N: Sorry it's a day or two late. I had to stay after school on Monday and yesterday. And this part is boring for me....Barely any talking. At least I got it typed out before the week ended. It's an accomplishment since my left hand started shaking when I held it still for a moment and watched it. Why are you shaking?!
So, I hadn't taken any sort of Art class when I wrote this, so no killing me. With the next few scenes in the Art class in later parts, I would have known how an art class is like. I would like to have paintbrushes as nice as Alienia has. Mine keep shedding.
Anyway, I only have four more parts written out. And it's at such a slow part, I have Writer's Block. Not helpful! I can't focus on writing it. I may have to start just typing out 2 pages a week. With school back on, my hand cramps up a lot now. 
Wow, this part seemed kinda long to type this time, but it's so short..... Nyaaa. I still want to type out the next part today though..... Must find way to motivate me...Do I have any tea left?
So see ya on the next part!

Erased Out Part 9

-That other guy, he made me remember. What he said about the Dean's late husband.-

Celia's eyes widened in realization. "That's right, he did say he was in an accident. But how would he know you were in an accident? And what he said about her being biased..."

As the idea sunk into the two girls, Celia shook her head. "I have to go. Mister Kaye and Miss Genelle are waiting for me. I'll see you in the next class. Alienia."

They waved goodbye to each other and Alienia was left alone on the bench. The silence bothered her so much, she started tapping her foot on the ground in order to break the heaviness of the air. She had finished nearly half her lunch when the bell rang again. As she stood up, a pain in the leg that wasn't tapping made her gasp in shock. The leg couldn't take her weight so she fell back onto the bench, her notebook and lunch falling back to the ground. Alienia noticed her mouth still formed a string of curses as she held her leg, willing the pain to vanish. A minute passed and the sharp pain dulled enough to walk back to the classroom. She gathered her belongings and gritted her teeth in order to force herself not to walk with a limp.

She made it back to the classroom with more than enough time to spare. The teacher was already in the class and was writing the lesson plan on the board. The teacher was different than the others so far. Instead of a formal, or even a semi-formal, suit, Ms. Cartwright wore a straight-legged, cheap pants and an over-sized jacket that didn't match the pants. A headband held back the short, curly mass of hair on the smaller sized woman.

As Alienia walked towards her, the teacher looked in her direction, then burst into a smile.

"Alienia, right? So glad to have you in my class. Hope you didn't hear any weird rumors about me yet, since most of them are true. Don't worry, I'm probably the most relaxed teacher in the school so no need to be formal in this class. The class in Literature and Art is more of how the two mix and how they effect the other. We read and look at artist interpretations. Any questions?"

Alienia shook her head, mostly to keep it from reeling in disbelief.

"Do you have a seat yet?"

Alienia pointed to the seat that Celia had pointed out to her during lunch.

"That's fine then. Haruna only comes half the time anyway. Poor little girl. Anyway, we've been doing portraits of our partner. I don't know if anyone doesn't have a partner yet. How good are you at art?"

-Not very. I'm good at nature, not people.-

"Oh well, I'm sure you'll do alright. Ah, Kyoya. Didn't think you were coming today."


A/N:
Holy crap. I've never typed anything that fast before. I does seem much shorter than the last two though.  Stupid wide ruled, messing with me. And probably due to the fact that Alienia barely writes anything in this part.
Anyway, you meet Ms. Cartwright! She is based of my previous editor that had to leave due to college. *sad*
Squirrel actually does look a lot like Cartwright, and even the way they would act is similar. She becomes important so pay attention to what she says. 
And guess what? Kyoya's in the class again! Lucky little Alienia! 
So, as the only side note for the story to help you see what's going on: What happened to Alienia is like a pain response to memories. She was in a car accident less than three and a half months ago, and the pain in her leg, is still there. 
I'm telling ya this now!
Pay really close attention to the detail!! It's important later on.
Ja ne! Hope you enjoyed the three parts in one day! I do believe I'm behind only one part now! Yayz!
And now I get to eat dinner in seven minutes before taking a shower. I cut it close.

Erased Out Part 8

The upperclassman shrugged, but walked on. As Kyoya fell in step behind him, he quickly turned back to Alienia for a brief moment. She was barely able to catch the sign he made. His fist made a circle in front of his chest.

-Sorry.-

"Alienia, are you alright?" the whisper snapped her back to her neighbor. "I would stay away from that guy. He's just a year older, but has already made an enemy of the whole Student Council. Can't imagine why he would attack you like that."

Alienia reached down and grabbed her lunch off of the ground. The box had stayed shut and saved her food. Placing the box next to her, she got her notebook back out.

-Who is he?-

Celia opened her mouth, but closed it again. "I don't think they would want me to tell you," she mumbled even quieter than normal.

-Please tell me.-

Celia's grey eyes glanced quickly around them. "His name is Tristan Carlough, Sophomore-Class B. No-one is allowed to speak about him or what he does. Something about-."

"Miss Celia! Where have you been? You were going to have lunch with us." From out of nowhere, Kaye and Genelle were walking towards them.

"I wanted to show Miss Alienia her next class. I also walked to ask her why she transferred in late in the year." Alienia sent out a prayer for the girl's quick thinking.

"Alight. Meet us in the Dining Room 2 in a few minuted then. It was good to see you again, Miss Alienia."

As the two walked off, Celia slumped down in the bench with an audible sigh. "That was too close. Sorry Alienia, I don't wan to get caught breaking a rule by the by the Student Council."

-Still want to know why I arrived late to school?- She saw the relief on Celia's face when she changed the subject.

"If it's alright with you."

Alienia turned the page in her notebook and started writing. (Who would kill me if I stopped it there?)

-A week after I had gotten the acceptance from this school, I was in a car, coming home from a festival with my younger sister and my mother. It was late, but my sister still wanted to exchange the gifts we had gotten for the other. Just as she had reached over to grab her gift, the car in front of us spun out, clipping a car going in the opposite direction. That car lost control and ran full force into us. When I came to, a firefighter was in front on me and sirens were blaring from somewhere. I tried moving when I saw my sister, motionless, across my lap. I lifted my hand to respond to the firefighter and saw blood everywhere. I later learned it was mostly my mother's, who had died at the scene, but not on impact. My sister landed in a coma as I had broken my leg, had several cuts that needed stitched, and the concussion was bad enough that my memories faded a bit here and there. The shock of it all also made me unable to speak, along with the force of the concussion. I had to wait for my leg to heal and sort out my mother's will so my sister can stay at the hospital. She has yet to wake up from her coma.- (Who's about to cry?)

"I'm so sorry. Alienia, I had no idea. I was told that only what the Student Council was told what really happened in order to let you have your privacy. I'm sorry I made you remember." Celia looked torn between trying not to cry and wanted to hug Alienia.

-That other guy, he made me remember. What he said about the Dean's late husband.-



A/N: I'm back, thank Gods!! I finally was able to calm my ADHD enough to type this part out! At the same time, Ishy is typing out the previous part. 
So this part......I had to listen to millions of sad songs to tell Alienia's story. I will admit, when I thought about Alienia's little sister in a coma and still at the hospital, I was tearing up a bit. But now you know why she was late to school. Her mother died in a car accident and her little sister is in a coma. 
If this part seems longer, I started using my good micro .5mm pen. And in two pages, you get college ruled paper! And almost no margins! (That'll be fun to type)
I feel like this didn't take a long time to write, so maybe I'll type out one more part. But it's 20.14, I have yet to eat dinner and I still need to take a shower. Wish me luck! Kampai!!~

Erased Out Part 7

Alienia followed the silent girl down the hall for a few minutes until she opened a door into the most decorated classroom yet.

Paintings and drawings covered the walls that weren't covered  by tall bookcases overflowing with several volumes of each book. Desks were the same two person tables but easels stood waiting on the end of each row. Celia giggled quietly as Alienia stood awestruck.

"All artwork was done by past and current students. Sculptures and other larger works are in a separate room. The table here is open, if I remember correctly." Celia whispered as she pointed over at the desk nearest to the window in the very front row. "Another girl sits at the desk, but she only shows up for class every now and then since the inci- never mind."

Alienia wished Celia would continue, but the girl stayed silent. Both put their bags on the desk when Alienia took out her lunch from her bag along with a smaller notebook that held a pen in the spiral.

"So lunch?" She could tell Celia was choosing her words carefully.

-Lead on.-

Celia led her down the hall and to the downstairs, where the older classes were being held. The bright outside blinded both for a moment, but Celia kept walking along the path. Alienia started to see more of the campus than she had seen earlier.

The building she just exited out of was connected to others by a large arch that reminded her of an old university's style. The pathway cut through the grass that was surprisingly green in early November. The trees that lined the path and dotted the lawn had lost most of their leaves, and those fallen leaves were in neat piles at the base of their corresponding tree. The girls followed the path until a bench at the side of the path came into view. Celia rushed forward to the bench and brushed the leaves off the seat.

"This is the best spot in the Spring. These are all Cherry Trees and they bloom so beautifully. There's also a legend that surrounds them." Celia sat down and motioned for Alienia to sit next to her. "If two petals land in two lunches, you and the other person will be true lovers."

-Is it true?-

"It happened to the current Dean."

Celia and Alienia turned to see Kyoya and an upperclassman on the path a few feet away. It was the older one that spoke.

"A petal landed in the Dean's lunch and another landed in her boyfriend's. They had married and were about to get children," he took a breath. "An accident claimed her husband and unborn child."

Alienia stiffened and her lunch fell to the ground. Kyoya glanced at her before the upperclassman continued.

"Now that I think about it, our Honour student looks like the Dean's love. Pitch black hair, fair skin, and big blue eyes. Maybe our Dean was biased to who got the scholarship-."

Kyoya nudged the speaker. "Time to stop, Tristan. Let's move along."

The upperclassman shrugged, but walked on.



A/N: 
Many Grazie's to Ishy! He typed this out while I was working on part eight. 
Now this part. Probably the funnest scene to write out so far. I like when the antagonist comes into view! A note for those who care: Tristan was supposed to have been the good guy! And with what I've written so far, he's still an ass. And I gave him the cool name! Why can't characters be good and stay in the roles they were supposed to be?
Anyway, say thanks to Ishy, even if it did take him a while to type it out. Now I found food, drink, and I have enough time for (hopefully) another part before I have to shower. Ja ne!

E.O. Update!

Please don't kill me! Mondays have been really hectic, I'll get the two parts up by Friday, okay?
Just don't harm me!! Mondays have not been a good friend to me, never have and probably never will be! Rest assured though, I have the parts written out, it's the typing them on here that makes it hard.
I'll probably have to ask Ishy again.
So that's the update! Ciao and good night (If you are near the same time zone)!

Erased Out Part 6

"Yes. Many students are heirs to the largest corperations in the world. They learn how to run the businesses here and now," Kyoya stretched his arms and motioned to the notebook with his head. "Read."

She took the notebook and flipped to the first page of the company she will now have to learn how to run.

The bell rang once again as Alienia reached the halfway mark in the notebook. Kyoya reached over and grabbed it from her hands. "I have to move classes now since I have Mandarin instead of the German that is held here. Good luck," he didn't even give Alienia enough time to write a goodbye before her was out of the room along with a quarter of the class following.

Minutes later, students arrived to fill in the empty desks, followed by her German Conversation teacher. The teacher went straight into her lesson plan and only stopped and walked over to Alienia once half the class was over and the students were practicing.

"Guten Tag, Frau Alienia? My name is Frau Schiller, the German Conversation teacher for this school. I have been made aware of your situation, and even though this is German Converstion, I do have some worksheets and projects you can do in German that don't need speaking to be completed. Have you taken a Deutsch class before?" Alienia nodded. "Good. For today, just relax. Tomorrow, I have you for German Culture where I can hand you the assignments for this class."

So the last half of class let Alienia take a breather from the culture shock of going straight into this school full of wealthy students. The bell rang before she knew it and the whole class started shuffling out of the room. Alienia found her now slightly crumpled schedule underneath her notebook and found she only had one more class to get through, Literature and Art. Afterwords was a study hall and homeroom once again. She looked at where the Literature classroom is and noted it was on the other side of the wing.

"Miss Alienia?"

She looked up and saw the quiet Celia standing near here.

"I was wondering if you would like to eat lunch with me or if you wanted to look at some clubs that meet during lunch. I have the next class with you."

-Literature and Art?-

"With Ms. Cartwright? Yes."

-Could we have lunch outside? It looks like a nice day.-

"Of course."

Alienia gathered her bag and half shoved her notebooks in, as Celia did the same at her desk. Both grabbed their things and went out of the class. Alienia followed the silent girl down the hall for a few minutes until she opened a door into the most decorated classroom yet.



A/N: My computer is back!!! My child has returned! And I'm able to snack on gummy worms while typing it up this time. Except I bit my tongue while re-reading this section. It hurt!! Anyway, this part actually took me a while to write since it was kinda slow. Slow scenes are my weak point. The next few parts are my favourite since the story finally gets underway more! I love Ms. Cartwright and the true Celia! I'll shut up now, cause I don't want to give anything away! Grazie for not killing me in how long it took me to put this up when I had the computer. I worked on summer homework today and finished 1/3 of it! This is my reward. So see you in the next part~! Crap, I'm out of gummy worms.