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Troye got out his phone and listened to music while he texted some of his skater friends. Lise was chatting with some of her friends, glancing over at the clock occasionally, and at all the new people coming in.

Oliver found himself pulling out a pencil and his sketchbook, boredly drawing one of his friends from her neighborhood. He made fine lines of curly hair, drawing it back to a point of a messy bun. The eyes were filled with cheer, the face wearing a smile reaching the eyes. The girl wore a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, with little slippers. Freckles dotted her cheeks, and earrings decorated her ears. In a cursive word, Oliver wrote "Lizzie". He smiled. He absolutely loved drawing her, and he knew he'd have to give this picture to her soon. He blinked, looking up at the other students.

Morgan waltzed into school, chewing a piece of bubblegum. He switched his stuff in his locker, walking to his class. He passed Oliver, taking the seat next to the small boy. Oliver gave an excited wave, which Morgan returned with a lazy smile. Morgan ruffled the little boy's hair, making Oliver giggle.

[he 16]

"School," mutters Kevin under his breath. "Joy."

He scowls when he realizes his accent, while barely there, is still annoying him by existing. Huffing, he just burrows deeper into his jacket, thankful that this school doesn't have a freaking uniform, and shoves his hands even deeper into the pockets. Looking around, Kevin spots a few open doors, opting to ignore the students in them and looking at the room numbers.

Duck, duck, duck, duck, he thinks absentmindedly for each one that isn't his classroom, before murmuring, "Goose" under his breath and heading in. It's weird but if anyone judges him they'll be ash. Not that that's ever stopped anyone, but he has a rep for being short tempered. It's less his actual appearance and more his lack of control over his flames that has him pretty much feared among the second year students.

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[he 15]

Kato hums a low tune, making sure he won't be heard so he doesn't put anyone to sleep, his fingers tapping out the familiar notes on the desk, itching to pull out his flute and play something. Class doesn't start for a good two or three minutes yet, and he doesn't know what to do. Introducing himself might be a good idea, but he's honestly too lazy to actually, yanno, get up and talk. Talking is exhausting.

And he hates being tired. Being tired means he actually did something, which is never a good thing. Because he doesn't like doing things. Except sit at his computer or sleep or eat.

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A bell rang through the school building, jolting Matt from his daze. A few more students had filed into the room while he had been daydreaming, and he was surprised that no one appeared to be late on the first day. He watched the door, curious to see what kind of impression this class's teacher planned to make. Hopefully they aren't dull and boring, he thought. I always get the boring teachers.

Logan had practically fallen asleep as she rested her head on the desk, and she let out an embarrassingly loud squeal of shock at the ringing of the bell as she bolted upright. A brief glance around told her what she'd expected; most of the desks were filled up, and a brief shock had gotten to most of them. A great first impression to make! she thought sarcastically. Hey look at me! Everything about me and my personality is painfully unstable! Logan was so caught up with this experience that she hardly registered a teacher entering the room.

((Remember that the teachers can be controlled by anyone. I'm just trying to avoid doing it because I don't want to lmao.
also sorry for not replying, I didn't realize people had replied, and I was waiting. rip))

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Morgan had his head on the desk, and blinked as the bell rang. He glanced around, letting out a yawn. He received a pointed glare from the teacher, making him tense a little. He shifted in his seat, straightening. He exhaled softly, pulling out his notebook.

Oliver had been ready for class, notebook out and pen ready. Kind of. He was doodling little people in the margin, and smiled. He sketched a bit more, and realized he still had a sketch book on his lap. He set it on the floor next to him, and continued to doodle. His arm brushed along his skirt as he drew, tickling him a bit.

Draco sat down in his desk and let out a yawn. He was so tired but he was just glad to finally be out of that orphanage. Draco got this things out for class and rested his chin on his hand, with his necklace dangling from his neck as he waited for class to begin. School wasn't his favorite thing but it sure beat the hell out of living in that orphanage. He sighed thinking of all the bad memories of being in that orphanage, which were basically the only memories he had of it. He didn't have a single good memory from that orphanage.

As he waited for class to begin, Draco started to daydream about what life would be like living alone. He had already moved in but he only moved into his apartment yesterday and all he really did was unpack some clothes and a few essentials before passing out on his bed. And then the following morning, here he was at his new school. He thought about the enjoyments and pleasures of living alone before it was spoiled by thoughts of responsibility and chores. He sighed once more before straightening up a little bit and continued to wait for class to begin.

(Gonna jump in, sorry I wasn't RPing a lot >.<)

Shauna patiently waited for her class to start. She looked around her homeroom, also her first period class. "Teacher looks nice enough..." she thought, watching her talk with other teachers outside, probably about the coffee machine, or how so-and-so make this with their so-and-so powers. The bell rang, as she straightened her posture and got out her "Ghost 101" books, filled to the brim with notes from her older sister as she trudged though the grade a few short years ago. (I hope it was ok I made the bell ring >.<)

(Shoot I use "Sami" for every character I do in most RPs sorry ~.~)