The High School

Heading to the front of the room, she stopped for a moment covering her mouth when the boy, who thanks to the attendance sheet, she had figured out was Dan got slammed into by quite a few people. She walked up next to him and grinned broadly at the teacher. " Ms.. I have my rough drafts done.. i can have them back to you by last period, typed and edited." Hmm.. she thought. That bad habit seemed to stick with her forever. After recieving a yes, she turned to Dan and smiled. " Im Krysta..." She said with a soft smile. Ugh..soccer tryouts.. She looked up at the clock.

" I have to go..." she said quickly, turning to dash out of the room.

Once she emerged from the locker room, she scoped out the other girls looking for anyone she could approach to talk to.

Yula was aware that Mr. Pendansky and his friends in advanced math would start "commissioning" a private paper airplane fleet. Though they did not have the time to complete more than five fighters (the normal paper planes we build from a letter-size sheet) but they have the hulls of a few dozens of them ready.

With both her friends present in that class, Yula may wonder if that private paper airplane fleet would only contribute to start a paper airplane war. "If only one squadron of fighters is ready", she thought, "how long it would need to make them start building larger paper airplanes... bombers!". Gatrie may report to the math teacher that there is trouble brewing up, but she also have an expertise in paper bomber construction, as well as Yula herself.

Yula: Mr. Ghazal, the paper airplane squadrons will soon attack!

Mr. Ghazal: If we find the manufacturers, I'm pretty sure the manufacturers will be in deep trouble. Yula, make sure they stand down. None of them must take off.

Not even having time to reply to Krysta, Dan chuckeled. "Okeeeey" he said, before taking his P.E supplies and heading down to the gym to get changed.

Riley stood in the locker room, changing. She put on some grey athletic shorts, which were down to her knees, but only because she had "borrowed" them from her older brother. She also slipped on her white cami and, at the last second, her black hoodie. She grabbed a rubber band off of her wrist and tied her dirty blond hair up into a loose ponytail. She threw her bag into an empty locker and waited, just to get a look at the competition.

After changing into a pair of sneakers, a light T-Shirt and pants up to only 3/4 to his foot. He put a band in each of his wrist not to hurt his joint when throwing the ball and exited the gym locker to the practice field. Parts of fields were devided into different tryouts. He sprinted toward the basketball tryouts, and saw a preety big tryout line.

Mr. Ghazal: Now, we are entering what we call the bias sources. It may come from any place, let it be an error in the question, in the interpretation, in the result collection or some sort of incentive influence. Can anybody give me an example?

Yula: The poll question says: Do you think paper aircraft hurt the classes? The source of bias is in the interpretation.

Mr. Lancer: I built paper airplanes for many years, why should I stop?

Mr. Ghazal: Please keep your paper airplane artwork away from that class!

Mr. Lancer: Don't make me order to take them off!

Yula: Go out to the locker and it will be in their proper hangar.

Mr. Ghazal demanded Yula to escort the mischievous folk to their lockers and lock up their entire air force in it. However, when they go back...

Mr. Ghazal: I heard of that story about some person, though well-prepared, started to panic and finally got out of the room, requesting to pass the exam in a remedial. Did you ever heard of it?

Yula: That's not me, but it may happen this year.

Mr. Ghazal: In case any of you panics during an exam, I'm just giving him the right of passing the exam later from where they were when they left. And in any panic case, I am ready to make the panicked student go out of the class in order to calm down and I'm taking his/her exam copy away until a remedial date had been scheduled.

Riley stepped out onto the field tto do some quick soccer warm-ups. She dribbled the ball up and down the field for a bit, then took a few practice shots.

The bell is about to ring.

Mr. Ghazal: Yula, I'm impressed by how brilliant you are. I wish to make sure you're not in a school sports team. You're pretty much the most brilliant girl I knew.

Yula: Sorry, sir. I'm on the fencing team. But the image of this function is positive.

Mr. Ghazal: Your extreme intellect may inspire the manufacturers of the paper airplanes to study harder, for you are setting an example to the rest of my class. I never saw such extremeness in a person's intellect up front, though I have examples I didn't see.

Yula: I know such extreme brains can cause collateral emotional damage in a person who possesses them. Just hope I'm qualified for the fencing team for something.

Jacy stood at his open locker, staring into it for a moment. He cringed at the thought of coming to school again tomorrow, but then remembered that he knew at least ONE person. That made it a bit easier.

Yula prepared her things for the French class, confident she would be required to fulfiil an assignment.

French teacher: My name is Mrs. Zamboni. Don't expect me to drive a Zamboni, though. Your first assignment is to write a four-paragraph essay on whatever you wish.

Yula assumed the demands were not to write too big on the computer, for the teacher had visual conditions. What she truly wished to write was to write about Quebec's independentist debate.

Jacy put his books into his backpack. He wondered why he'd even bothered with a locker, anyway. Having everything right there with him just made it easier. He shut his locker, and then quietly let his head fall forward until it made a dull metalic thud against the locker. The only hting that could be heard from him was a sigh as he began to make his way to Creative Writing.

Yula, as weird as it could be, has sympathy towards the separatist cause of Quebec. For her, Quebec nationalists were taken for fools while traveling outside of their country, however, if they go ahead with their federalistic option abroad, they would be well accepted.

The conclusion of her essay, which she handed in at the end of the period, stated that Quebec would lose its diplomatic advantage compared to the rest of the world should the secession be effective.

(I wonder why does no one posts)

*Phillip made his way through the busy halls at school and started looking for his friends...he walked by his locker and turned the combination*

Yula makes her way through the music room without wondering if oboes are already taken in class. She thinks that oboes are so tough to play and she is lucky that she can play well with it. As for Lauryanne, her friend that defeated some top-ranked **** in music (please PM me if you want to know what I actually meant), she knows that both of them are in the fencing team and there isn't many training sessions.

Mr. Cloutier: If anybody here wishes to take the oboe for a year, raise your hand!

Yula raises her hand, awaiting for a response from his teacher.

Yula: I'm taking the oboe, it seems that no one else wishes to play it.

Mr. Cloutier: It's the first year that I have a music class with oboes and bassoons. In past years, I had so many **** (same thing as above) in my classes, but no oboes.

*Nate stand in front of the highschool door remebering the old days he smiles and just stares*