School Begins

[Mrs. Gradey/Penny]

Mrs. Gradey finally went to her class. She was jsut filling papers and photocoying that she forgot about the time. She walked into the classroom, and then sropped her things on her desk. First is math She thought.
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Penny walked into her mothers class room. A short goth, and she carried a watergun. She was jsut little, not even in kyndergarden. She smiled childishly the whole time. She ran to the front row, and then began to lift the water gun and spray everything.
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"PENNY" Mrs. Gradey said.
Penny sighed, and walked out of her mother room to find Dorian.
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Mrs. Gradey let Penny stay for a while, then heard her call out to Dorian. She stopped,a nd decided to check out what she was doing. She walked toward the door, and then outside.

[Marrus/Makoto]

The door opened quietly, a small squeak coming from the bronze door handle, and a tall boy stepped into the doorway. His light brown hair was set into spikes, what he normally did to his hair before coming to school in the morning. His crystal blue eyes looked around the room, keeping no emotion, and he walked forward another step. Tracing around the room with his crystal blue eyes, Makoto looked around for an empty seat.

His blue and silver New Balance shoes made a slight noise as he walked, finally seeing an empty desk near the back. Smiling, Makoto sat in the chair, his black and lime green backpack slamming to the floor. Unclipping the buckle at the front, Makoto brought out a large black pad of paper; his sketchbook. Taking out that and his green Ipod, he pushed his earphones into his ears and started to draw on a blank page.

'What a way to start off. Jeez, not even a single person to talk to,' he thought, his blue eyes looking up towards the door every so often, to look for anybody who would come in. His mechanical pencil made a small scratching noise as he drew across the page, drawing one of his favorite animals; the wolf. The wolf was his mascot for the band he and his older twin brother, Marrus, were starting up. Almost as good as a drawer as Marrus was, Makoto wanted the chance to make their logos. Patiently, he kept on drawing, slowly losing interest in waiting for people as he listened to his music and drew.

[Sydnee/Chris]

(ok, I accidently deleted a post I made. Chris is already in the room, in the back. He is really just sitting there.)
Chris watched Makoto from the back, he hadn't seen him. Some said Chris looked like Johnny Depp, that was his star. He did look like him, Chris went and bought a costume like Johnny Depp on 'Pirates Of The Carrabien'. He looked like Jack Sparrow. CHris was a little bit strange, his bear and moustache grew faster then most boys. He looked at the new commner, adn took his feet off his desk.

He stood up and began to walk towards the new kid. His pirate shoes made a loud clopping noise every time he tok a step. He moved his hair out of his face, and then went to the guys desk. He stood infront of the guys desk, and then grinned a bit.

'Sup? He said to him.

He held his hand out, to do the hand shake most boys did. When they smacked hands together, then gripped eachothers arm, then pulled the guy forward and patted them on the back. He has a tattoo of an electric guitar on his hand, his sister Sydnee drew it. It was Chris's guitar.

[Marrus/Makoto]

(I thought it was a bit strange that he was there, I thought he was supposed to be in Folkett's room...)

Hearing Chris over his loud music and over his intense session of drawing, Makoto looked up, his crystal blue eyes emotionless. He grinned slyly, and then stood up from his desk, not going to be even the tiniest bit intimidated. He decided to come to him? Good, Makoto wasn't in the mood to go and meet people on his own this morning, but most likely he would be in that sort of mood later.

"Sup," he replied, smacking his hand hard against Chris'. He was used to this sort of thing, and his grip was very firm, showing that he wasn't a whimpy guy. He was all muscle, and proud to be. Of course, Marrus was as well, but he was a bit more refined than Makoto was, and never really showed off to anyone, while Makoto took pride in showing off. He liked working out at the gym with his older brother as well, and that was really the only time that Marrus would actually show how strong he was, unless he was playing a sport, because he also showed off there too.

"Makoto," he stated, giving Chris his name. Sure, he wasn't afraid of some random guy knowing who he was. Everyone should know who the new kid of Emerald High was! And everyone should've known about Marrus too. Makoto's thoughts then drifted to his older brother. He knew Marrus had a hard time on his own, especially around new people, and he had to admit that he was worried. 'I hope you're all right, big bro,' he thought, and then waited for Chris' reply.

[Sydnee/Chris]

'Nice name' Chris thought, it was new but it was kind of cool.
Hey, I'm Chris.
Chris let go of the fellows hand, grinning.
Know anyone here? I wouldn't doubt if you already knew Sydnee. She tries not to be known... tough luck with that. She's my sister. Chris was one to start to introduce people. He also liked to talk to others, and ask questions. Perhaps he asked a little too fast.
Got any sibblings?
As he waited for an answer, he pulled his foot back. Without looking back he pulled the chair leg behind him, and then sat down on the chair. He nodded to him, still grinning a bit.
(a little bit of writers block, don't mind meh)

[Jonah/Ian]

*The classroom door shifted open, a dark-eyed, whispy boy walking in. Though he was seventeen, he was no closer to a man that a girl was. Tall but rail-thin and thin-chested, he tugged the sleeves of his sweater further down his long, mal-proportioned arms. Blended eyeliner ran around his dark chocolate eyes, his relatively coloured skin hidden beneath a large, clingy sweater and baggy mesh pants. Jonah licked his lips absent-mindedly, Throwing himself into the nearest seat.

He sighed, looking around and clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. Well, so far he thought he was in the wrong class. His black-rimmed gaze shifted to the two other students in the room, a dissaproving stare cast over their bodies. Turning back around, he nodded in acknowledgement to the teacher, a suspicious gaze pitched to her kid. He bent over, pulling a portfolio of some sort from his bag. His shoulder-length black hair covered his eyes for a breif second before Jonah shook it from his eyes. He opened the strange book, a number of materials falling out. Napkins, folded neatly and clipped in, were pulled out first. Then came the papers. And finally came the photographs of what looked like black and red ink along human skin. Settling and re-organising his 'collection,' he smiled at each material, each covered in some form of beautifully insane-looking designs or portraits of strained looking folk done in black ink and pen.

Humming incessintly, he sat alone near the front of the classroom, clutching a black outliner and crouched over his exposed arm. No one could see what he was doing, the odd little bloke.*

[Sydnee/Chris]

Chris looked up towards another new student. He looked at Makoto again,a dn nodded. Then he began towards the new commer. Chris thought he was a lot like his sister, and he glared at him coldly for a second. He walked to his desk, no longer giving him a strange look. This one probably didn't know the hand shake that he'd done with Makoto.
Hey man.
Chris greeted him. He grinned, not holding his hand out like he did to the other one.
I'm Chris, I see your new too.

[Jonah/Ian]

*Jonah didn't really notice anyone staring at him for the better part of 5 minutes. He tucked his things away, pulling back the sleeves to his sweater. Chewing absent-mindedly on the pen cap, Jonah yawned and stretched out his arms. It was only then that he realised Chris was there... When he belted Chris softly in the stomch region. He froze, pulling his hand back in like Chris was Poisonous or something. He stood up, his lanky form swaying slightly like he was drunk.
"Hey man..." a ghost of a frown flitted across his face as he turned stone-cold, looking Chris over again. Why wasn't that other boy from the office in here... What's his name... Ian. After a brief second or two of silence, he smirked broadly and nodded.

"Morning." He said flatly with a bored look in his eye. He watched hris' hand and scowled slightly when nothing happened. Perhaps he should give this alien being a hug? Naw... that would just freak him out even more.

"Chris eh? Well, yes, I'm new. Name's Jonah. Jonah Shlepp." He said, lowering the heavy lids of his eyes slightly and blinking blandly.*

[Sydnee/Chris]

Ya... morning.
Chris grinned. He looked at his stomach where he was hit. He looked back up at Jonah. It's weird that a goth was placed in his class, usually somone a little more popular would be here.
It's nice to meet you.
Chris said, trying to act a little more formal. he wasn't to great at it. He stood up a little bit strait, and grinned broadly. No, he wasn't good at acting formal at all. Still smiling, he stopped standing strait. He felt that it hurt his back. He decided to try to have a hand shake, just a normal, perfect handshake. He held his hand out aquwardly, the picture of the guitar that Sydnee drew on his hand was shown again.
My sister drew it, it's my electric guitar.
Chris said, guessing he would ask.

[Jonah/Ian]

*Jonah fiddled with his hands awkwardly, wondering the same thing Chris was. Why was a gothy thing like him in this class?

"Same." he said with a little more voice. He watched Chris's spine move oddly, raising a brow. "Some spine adjustment might help that twitch..." he joked, trying to loosen up. He looked to Chris's hand, extending his own spindly-fingered palm to grasp Chris's more muscular one. He had a surprisingly firm grip, smiling brightly and looking Chris in the eye as he shook chris's hand. He looked down, spotting the guitar. He grinned, looking back up and opening his mouth to speak.

My sister drew it, it's my electric guitar. Jonah frowned, letting go of Chris. Smirking lightly, he rolled p the long sleeve of his black sweater, the expected pale arm absent. His arm was instead covered by an intense web of spiratic yet beautiful designs, all done in black. Words adorned his elbow, webs and ribbons and half moons scattered down his forearm. The finishing touch was a startilingly realistic-looking black inked tiger staring forlornly up at Chris with sad white eyes.

"I drew it. It's whatever I felt like during the last three days."he said boldly. A hint of pride glimmered in his voice, but he kept his cool and loked Chris straight in the eye.*

[Sydnee/Chris]

(aw man, I feel like such a hypacrit. I have to leave. I will be back... after supper. and also whenever you will be back i will be back. I'll post later, prmise!)

[Alexz/Roxy]

Roxy shoved her bag up her shoulder, as it had slid down again. She walked through the door, forgetting completely to look around, ahe sat down absently in a desk. Her mind was at home, in her room, with the black guitar case shoved under her bed. Her parents didn't know. They were both surgeons of some sort. They didn't fully approve of her interests in music. She ha dbeen secretly been taking voice lessons for hte past three weeks, and now that they were over, she had signed up for guitar lessons, having salvaged a basic wooden guitar from a bargain store in relatively good condition.

Roxy tapped her HB pencil on her desk, her chin resting in her hand. She stared strait ahead, It took her awhile to realize she was staring at empty space and shook her head. SHe looked around. SHe wasn't that far from the nearest person. He had a sketch book out on his desk, she could see he was drawing wolves because he was just beside her and a row ahead, giving her a vantage point to look over his shoulder. There were two more boys talking off somewhere else. She payed all threee of them little mind and began kicked her green etnie against the leg of her desk in a steady rythme, with her fingers etwined amoung the many bracelets encircling the wrist that still was jerking up and down, flicking the pencil against the wooden desk.

[Sadi]

Sadi looked hesitantly around. She stepped lightly into the class and walked forward to the front. SHe looked around for a good spot. She didn't know anybody in the class, so she chose a spot near the middle, wher eno one seemed to be at the moment. Currently, she was wearing a longsleeved green shirt overtop black pants, held up by a tan colored belt. She raised a hand to tuck the strands of hair behind her ears as she picked out a biinder from her bag and opened it to a blank piece of looseleaf.


Her first day. They only person she'd met so far was Stephanie, and she was in Bently's class. Sadi kept her eyes on the blank page, not daring to look upwards. She wasn't shy, she just was a bit akward around new people. It made her feel somewhat disabled. It was an odd feeling, she guessed alot of other people in the class didn't have trouble meeting new people, judging by the chatter going on around her. She sighed and reached into her bag for one of her favroite books. It was by Nancy Farmer, called 'The House Of The Scorpian'. It was about a clone living in a country who's econemy was based solely on the harvest of Opium. They had gotten away with this because the country, on the borders of the U.S. and Mexico, had sworn to sell only over seas and not to it's northern and southern borders. It seemed wierd for one as herself to read such a book, but there was something about the utter hopelessness of the clone's situation that Sadi just had to keep reading it over and over.

[Other Students]

Students filed into the class, as the bell rang. They sat in there spots, and then faced the front to wait for the teacher. Some studnets were stragglers,a nd came in after the bell. They started to talk, and a paper airplane flew across the room.

[Mrs. Gradey/Penny]

Mrs. Gradey walked in, carrying some papers. She grinned, and pilled the work on his desk. Then she stood back up, and looked at the class.
We have lot's of new members. Welcome...
Mrs/ Gradey didn't know the names of any of the new students. SHe still smiled,a nd then placed her hands together. She was at loss of words, trying to think of something to say. She pointed to Jonah.
What are your names? Let's start with you.