Isn't it 3rd period, after history?
Dan opened the door to his locker room, glancing at the schedual paper on the door of his locker. "English. Well, atleast something I'm good at" he muttered, before packing his History books out, and taking his English books. The class wasn't far away, so he calmly walked to the class and settled himself in a seat next to a windor. "Fresh air... Man I can't wait till next lesson. P.E, and the Basketball tryouts are today... Maybe we'll have some new pro's in our team"
Riley drove up in her orange '71 GTO and parked in a the backlot, in the last spot available. She grabbed her messenger bag and walked, deliberately as slowly as she thought human possibly. This was mainly for two reasons- one, it was her first day in a new town at a new school and two, she was already late.
Riley stepped inside the building at last and sighed. She would make this work... She had to. She brushed some of her dirty-blond hair out of her face as she made her way through the halls, looking for someone to ask about where her class was.
Chemistry it is, then.
Yula: Oh man! Not Rogue again!
Severus Rogue: The first experiment of the year will start with coloring pencils/crayons. You would need to draw molecular models using the elements written on your instructions sheets.
Lauryanne: Mr. Rogue, aren't we supposed to study the reactivity?
Yula: Only later in the year, but Mr. Rogue only knows when.
Riley found some underclassman to tell her where her AP Physics class was. She nodded, thanked him, took off sprinting down the hall, and took a seat in the back when she finally found the her class. She nodded when the teacher said her name, then looked around. Not too many friendly faces, it seemed.
(It's the third lesson, not the 1st)
The teacher, Mr. Jordon, gave out the essay sheets to everyone. "As an assignment for class, you will write 2 essays. Each atleast 7 paragraphs long. As your assignment for homework, you will write a report on any topic you wish, as long as it is appropriate, interesting, and will be 2 pages long. It must be done on a computer, and whoever enlarges their letters to write less, will fail this term." he said, still giving out the papers. Once Dan got one, he started working on it.
{ wow i missed a few periods.. im jumping into english with Dan if thats ok with u 2tidus }
Krysta smiled, thinking immediately about the assignment at hand. She thoroughly loved writing- another thing setting her off from the other cheerleaders she had befriended before she quit the team- and couldnt wait to get started. She toucheed her pen to her ching and pursed her lips. She wanted to choose two topics that would really influence people..and one that she really liked. She pulled out a peice of lined paper and wrote
' Essay 1: U.S. navy technology ' and..
' Essay 2: HIV/AIDS '
Then looked around the room, a guy who had already begun to write caught her eye. Staering for just a moment, she turned back to her paper and began her intro to the first essay.
[Sorry, Riley's in journalism then...]
Riley yawned, but tried her hardest to pay attention to the teacher's lecture. Something about joining the school newspaper staff... sounded kind of boring to her. She shrugged, wondering what time the class would get out. She had promised everyone back home that she'd give them a call as soon as her first day got out.
Dan liked to write about philosophy alot. Something which would make the readers wonder for their whole lives. Dan smiled as he got an exellent idea for the third paragraph, and began writing quickly. At about the 5th paragraph, he laid down his pen to let his wrist rest, as it had a throbbing pain. He looked around the class a bit, and his eyes met a guy's essay, who was in the back of him. In one of the sentences, it said "It sure is dark at night." This made Dan chuckle playfully, before he turned around to his work.
Hearing the faint laugh, Krysta looked up and to her left. He- the same one she had noticed before- had again turned his eyes back to his essay, which he seemed about finished. She smiled to rolled her eyes and then smiled good naturedly, then continued on her essay.. she was only on the 3rd paragraph.
However, Yula hated Mr. Rogue as much as Lauryanne did. She thought of bases and acids that would come up next until Mr. Rogue intercepted a paper aircraft (deemed a fighter by its "manufacturer"😉 and decided to make all students stand down.
Mr. Rogue: Until further notice, your heads must stay on your desks. Mr. Pendansky, you're going on detention after class!
Krysta inally finishe dthe rough draft of her first essay. She beamed with pride as she read it. It was good.. and she wouldnt deny that. Once again her eyes drifted to the male to her right... he kept snatchign her attention, and she couldnt figure out why. She shook her head as it struck her. She always had an admiration for other writers...and he seemed to be pretty good. She watched him intently for a moment. Maybe they could be friends... She caught her self drifting off, wondering waht he was like when she noticed the clock. The bell would be ringing soon.
Yula didn't realize the paper "fighter" scramble was part of a major sabotage plan. Now, she knows that more aerial raids (with paper warplanes) are programmed. And she knows that intervening against the sabotage plan would mean that she would be part of it, even if it was to scramble a paper "fighter" against the saboteurs' paper-made air force.
Mr. Pendansky: My name is Ken. If I need assistance with building paper aircraft, I'll contact you.
Yula: Ken, what kind of paper aircraft do you aim to make?
Ken: Mostly fighters, as they're easy to make. Bombers require more work.
Aynor took a deep breathe. She pushed the classroom door open. Seeing that the teacher was staring straight at the board, she strode confidently towards an empty desk.
The teacher spun around on her high heels. "Ms. Gindé, you're late."
Aynor didn't even cringe. he sat down with perfect posture and held her head high. "I apologize for being late. It won't happen again."
"You're right. It won't. I want a twenty page paper tomorrow on the Renaissance."
"Oui, Madame." was Aynor's response.
The bell rang, and the students began giving in their essays. Dan was almost tripped when he stode up, and a pair of students ran into him. Almost all of the team tryouts were today, meaning that the students have a period off. And most seem to take an advantage of it. "Sorry!" the students bashfully before exiting the classroom. Dan shook his head slightly and gave in the paper to the teacher.