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[alyssa landon.]

Ugh. It had been a long long day. Alyssa stomped to her locker and hastily opened it. Stuiped trig, stuiped chem, stuiped teachers. It had not been one of Lyss's good days. She had woke up late, spilled coffee on her shirt and had to change, making her more late then usual to class. After that her whole day went downhill. It was like the universe was out to get her today. She grumbled. The man up top seriously was showing her no mercy today. And why? For no apparant reason. Peachy, just fuckin peachy. Her brown hair fell down to her shoulders as she growled and tried to fix it to look, well, not like a giant lion's mane.

She grunted and grabbed the closest book she could find and chucked it across the hallway. It slammed into a locker loudly and she kicked the ground screaming again. Good thing it was after school or she would have had some pretty weird looks from anyone passing bye. She usually never got this upset. But, she was having a bad week and it seemed nobody wanted to comfort her with ice cream and a movie so she had to let out her feelings somehow. And, at least lockers couldn't get hurt right? Ugh. It didn't matter. She slammed her locker shut and turned around almost knocking over the person next to her. "Oh, i'm sorry" she grunted trying to get a good look at the person that was about to be the new target of her rage.

[Leonid Vladislava.]

"Oh. I am...sorry?" He meant the apology sincerely, but the way he said it came out more as a question. He was still getting used to english, and there were so many ways to apologize! He hoped he had said the right one, but wasn't sure. Thus the up note to his apology. "I should watch where I am going." His heavy Russian accent added an unexpected richness to his fair-featured, modelish appeal. His eyes were sharp, with a constant look of trouble. "You do not need to tell me." He winced. That had come out rude, though he hadn't meant it quite the way it sounded. He hoped this girl would understand. He hadn't met her before. Even those who knew him better found themselves stopping to make sure they understood the intentions of the things he said. Nothing ever came out right in English. Shifting his shoulder-bag and readjusting the books under his arm he gave a sheepish smile.

[alyssa landon.]

Lyss had turned around ready to scream, yell, rip hair out, throw books at or pretty much just explode at whatever underclassmen she had bumped into. That was, untill he apologized. Or at least, it sounded like an apology. Though it could've been a question as well. Whatever it didn't matter. Lyss was about to tell this kid that sorry just wasn't gunna cut it today when he started blaming himself. Even though it was all totally Alyssa's fault, she felt bad for the guy. He sounded like he was just getting used to english. No need to harass this guy even more. She sighed and tried to cool herself down before she spoke. She hoped it wouldn't come out too rough. "What? Wait, hold on. Dude this is totally not your fault at all, it's all me." She pointed over at the book she had chucked across the hall. "I uh, was having a bad day, you know?"

She noticed that he looked a little scared, or uncomfortable, either that or had some kind of twitch. Lyss was pretty sure it wasn't the last option so she figured she should be a little nicer to him before he goes and tells all her friend she's the wicked witch of the school or something. "I'm Alyssa by the way, but you can call me Lyss." She glanced at his features. This guy was gorgeous, he could totally be a model or something. And of course that adorable russian accent was totally amazing. She smiled towards him hopeing it would seem like she was being friendly.