Claire's Point of View
"UGH I hate writing journals!", exclaimed Jonathan. Jonathan was referring to our weekly journals, assigned to us by our Acting teacher. Each week we have to do twenty pages about things we are inspired by, and how they relate to acting. It's the most monotonous assignment ever, but it's an easy grade. I let Jon drone on, but in my mind I could only focus on one thing, Vidcon! I've been saving up for nearly two years, and just recently I've saved up just enough money to pay for a plane ticket and two tickets to the convention, one for me, and one for April. When we got to our fifth period class, I dismissed Jonathan and walked across the classroom to my desk. I liked this class, History. Maps of the world covered the walls and Tibetan prayer flags hung from the ceilings. The teacher, Ms. Gowaner, was very down to earth. She always had her hair in two braids and she wore very organic-looking clothes. She was a great teacher, but she tended to go off on a tangent. She started the lesson and my mind began to wander once again.
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Joey's Point of View
As soon as I walked into The Department, I could already smell the all-too-familiar scent of burning flesh. At least, it smelled like burning flesh. There was no actual flesh burning, the incinerator had gone out a few days ago so a few maintenance guys have been manually burning all of the company's trash. I walked down the dark purple carpet that lead to the front desk. I discreetly slipped the man my I.D. card and he nodded. He pressed some buttons on his keypad, and a hidden door slid open to the left of the desk. I walked through the door, and walked down the long hallway, leading to the Officer's office door.