Vlad sat down, picking up his bookback with the blades on them, he fuddled inside it until he found something to use as a pick for his guitar, he picked up his guitar case. "Well as I think this is going to take some time. I might as well" he said oppening it and pickin it up.
~I guess Vlad can play a guitar since I added guitar playing as one of his hobbies.~
You'd really take a guitar on your first day of school? Ah well, I guess. Sorry about the lateness - like I said, I have exams, so I'm busy most of this week.
A couple of minutes later, the door to the principal's office opens and a tall man walks out. Gray hair and glasses, his face is lined with wrinkles - presumaby a hazard of the job - and looks round at you.
"Well, I apologise about that. That was the state school supervisor," he laughs, "Trying to fob off more students on me, as if we didn't have enough. I'm Mr Maxwell, the principal. Come on in."
He turns, leaving you to follow him into what is a deceptively large office. As you all array yourselves in front of his desk he walks over to a filing cabinet and pulls out several files. Opening one after the other, he places a sheet of paper onto his desk for each file. When they are all there, he closes the open drawer and locks it, leaving the files on his desk, which he then perches on the side of. Catching you glance at him, he simply says,
"Personnel records. They'll go back with the others in the admin system. Anyway, these are your timetables, based on the choices you made when you moved here.
"But, before I give them to you, I have to tell you what you missed yesterday. We had an assembly in the lecture hall, and I gave you a few ground rules. What I don't like to see is kids like yourselves splitting up into gangs, and wearing gang colours. That's okay for other schools in the coast cities, but out here we like to have it simple.
"For that reason, we encourage you to socialise with other students of different background. I know it's tradition for there to be a few parties at the start of term, and I encourage you to go to them. Mix with people, get to know them, and we'll have none of the rivalry nonsense that almost came about two years ago."
He smiles, "But enough of that. Here you go, your timetables. You can miss first and second period, so just go straight to the lunch hall."
Right, we need a pause in the game briefly. You guys need to choose lessons - everyone does the basic English, Maths and Science (Biology, Chemistry, and Physics). Now, the day is split into four 1-and-a-half hour periods, with lunch at 12:10 (for you guys). The timetables are on a two-day basis, so you have another five lessons. I'm going to have everyone do Sport too, but the other four lessons you can choose out of this list.
Band (Two periods)
Philosophy
Religous Studies
Advanced Science (Choose one of Physics, Chemistry, Biology)
Dance
Sport
American History
A Language
Feel free to suggest others - however, there is not many intentionally - I want players to still be in contact. If you could choose and post in the Registration thread, that'll make things easier.
Having been ushered out by Miss Wainwright, you make your way to the cafeteria - a big square room, with several different shops open at the end. Instead of lots of shorter tables you had in your old schools, the tables here are much bigger. Vending machines line one wall.
__________________ "If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"
English is just general, but if you really want to you can take creative writing. Actually, that is an option. I'm not sure what it is called in America, though. Creative writing class.
__________________ "If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"
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