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Post by clark on Dec 9, 2009 13:21:18 GMT -5
Clark sat at his new desk and twiddled his thumbs. His eyes moved about to his new surroundings. A series of desks in front of him. An apple ornament on his clean new desk. Highschool all over again. The bell rang and kids walked in. He sat there emotionless, gazing at every student that walked in the room. Examining them would be a better word for description. He wasn't going to get all of them on the first day, but his memory was superb. He never forgot a face.
[blue]"Welcome. Please have a seat. Anywhere will do, there's no seating arrangements."[/blue]
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Post by revenge1231 on Dec 10, 2009 21:29:31 GMT -5
Lionel stepped into what he knew would be his least favorite class. Journalism. He had had the option of joining some other English class but he figured that he'd rather write about news then write a random story or, even worse, an essay. Today, Lionel wore black jeans and a blood red hoodie that was pulled over his head. Weakly giving the teacher a once-over Lionel was astounded to find that his teacher was kind of attractive.
Walking to a seat in the middle of the classroom Lionel dropped his bookbag next the seat ungraciously before sitting down. Looking towards the teacher again Lionel thought that perhaps he wouldn't hate this class as much as he thought. Lionel paused for a moment thinking. I don't know why I'm getting so riled up about this 'attractive' teacher. It's not like I'm important or I make a difference in any way. I'm just a supremely imperfect being that never reaches the requirements that people put before me. Lionel let his head droop down onto his seat as he sighed waiting for the teacher to begin class.
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Post by roycie on Dec 13, 2009 3:19:45 GMT -5
Oh joy, Royce thought sarcastically as she walked into class. She hoped she wasn't late for it, as such explanations for tardiness exhausted her. And really, it didn't appeal to her to get chewed out so early on in the school year. All she heard were the words that indicated she could choose wherever she wanted to sit, which really suited her just fine. It meant she probably wouldn't have to be stuck with the smelly kid or a guy who insisted on trying out his bad one-liners on her for the rest of the year.
Her eyes searched the room for someone normal, someone who most likely knew how to use a bar of soap and understood that deodorant was not optional for teenage boys in confined spaces. Royce's gaze settled on a boy with a red hoodie, black jeans, and nice hair. He'll do, the girl told herself as she shifted her backpack from one shoulder to the other and walked over to an empty seat by Lionel. She stared down at his drooped head and sat down without a word. He didn't look very talkative but maybe it was better that way.
Though she was facing forward, Royce watched him from the corner of her eye and noted that he was actually sort of good looking. Well. That's a first, she thought as she moved her bag down to the ground beside her feet. Maybe this class wouldn't be so bad after all.
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