~NOTE: This series has several POVs. Each episode will have a POV at the top. (POV means point of view) Don't ask about if there will be a a boy's point of view. I only do the girls. If I make a sequel to a series I will add the boy's POV.~
~Salleria's POV~
I had heard someone call my name from down in the música hall. I walked over to the música hall seeing all of the rockers there. "Salleria! Over here!" I heard someone call I looked around and saw someone waving their tail calling to me. A cat? I thought. Why would a cat want to talk to me? I walked over to the cat and saw her pull out her wristwatch. I knew only one person at my school who had a wristwatch. She pressed something on the watched and she changed to a wolf. I was one of the foxes, and foxes and lobos were enemies, but I managed to make friends with the captain of the wolves. "Hey Astrail!" I said. "I didn't know tu were in music?" "Well now tu know!" she laughed. Astrail's laugh is kind of high-pitched but still cute. "I keep forgetting to ask you," she said. "What skill are tu in? I am the the parte superior, arriba singer of my team." "Well, I am the parte superior, arriba artist. I help my leader make the plans for attacks o just some art I amor to make with my other zorro, fox friends." I yipped. Most foxes on my team have several yips to add to their voices, like my friend blusa and my crush Swalhé. Swalhé is Foxelanian for Stamina. Astrail, considering she is a wolf, knows Wolfspér. Astrail's ears perked up. "Oh no!" she jumped. "Whats wrong Astrail?" I yelped. "Its the whistle! A whistle only foxes and lobos can hear! It means that my boss, Spora, is calling! i have to go, bye Salleria!" she leaped off. I watched in her direction as other lobos blocked my view of Astrail's black and white striped fur. I wandered off back to the Fox Art hall. Swalhé greeted me as he left the hall going off to the Fox música Palace. Swalhé is the only one out of the foxes who goes to the rock hall. The others go to other música like classical, hip-hop, country, o piano. I blushed when I had heard him say hello. Swalhé has an accent to his voice meaning he is from the british. I wanted to call out to him but I decided no. if I called to him then he would know. I decided not and walked away down the hall.
~This is all I have for now. if tu want más please let me know in the comments!~
~Salleria's POV~
I had heard someone call my name from down in the música hall. I walked over to the música hall seeing all of the rockers there. "Salleria! Over here!" I heard someone call I looked around and saw someone waving their tail calling to me. A cat? I thought. Why would a cat want to talk to me? I walked over to the cat and saw her pull out her wristwatch. I knew only one person at my school who had a wristwatch. She pressed something on the watched and she changed to a wolf. I was one of the foxes, and foxes and lobos were enemies, but I managed to make friends with the captain of the wolves. "Hey Astrail!" I said. "I didn't know tu were in music?" "Well now tu know!" she laughed. Astrail's laugh is kind of high-pitched but still cute. "I keep forgetting to ask you," she said. "What skill are tu in? I am the the parte superior, arriba singer of my team." "Well, I am the parte superior, arriba artist. I help my leader make the plans for attacks o just some art I amor to make with my other zorro, fox friends." I yipped. Most foxes on my team have several yips to add to their voices, like my friend blusa and my crush Swalhé. Swalhé is Foxelanian for Stamina. Astrail, considering she is a wolf, knows Wolfspér. Astrail's ears perked up. "Oh no!" she jumped. "Whats wrong Astrail?" I yelped. "Its the whistle! A whistle only foxes and lobos can hear! It means that my boss, Spora, is calling! i have to go, bye Salleria!" she leaped off. I watched in her direction as other lobos blocked my view of Astrail's black and white striped fur. I wandered off back to the Fox Art hall. Swalhé greeted me as he left the hall going off to the Fox música Palace. Swalhé is the only one out of the foxes who goes to the rock hall. The others go to other música like classical, hip-hop, country, o piano. I blushed when I had heard him say hello. Swalhé has an accent to his voice meaning he is from the british. I wanted to call out to him but I decided no. if I called to him then he would know. I decided not and walked away down the hall.
~This is all I have for now. if tu want más please let me know in the comments!~
It’s the color of you
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.
The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here
I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here
Now naranja is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away
Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.
The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here
I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here
Now naranja is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away
Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a rápido, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, amor and it’s people’s cries.
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a rápido, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, amor and it’s people’s cries.